A calendar would help me. I don't have a Blackberry, or a Dayrunner, or even a calendar that does anything other than hang on its little hook in the kitchen cabinet; when someone calls and says they are coming to town, we write it down, so we make it to the airport on time. I don't wear a watch, so I only vaguely ever know what time it is, though I am rarely and hate being late. I don't have a cell phone, so I keep my friends' phone numbers memorized, and routinely dial my mom's number when I mean to call my sis, and vice versa. All this usually works for me. But not lately. Lately, dates and times and things that need to happen by and on and at each are slipping through the cracks. It's possible that I need a little calendar. But where to find one in late September? And would I really even write things down beyond today, this frantic impulse, having had many a calendar in the past and throwing them away, unused, sometime in January when the new year's one comes along, oblivious to its pending irrelevancy?
I got a new shelf in our bedroom a few weeks ago. This isn't it; both of these are old. The new one was in deep shadow this morning — it's a north-facing room. Just saying this reminds me of all the red herrings that keep cropping up in my life and making me laugh lately. Someone in my studio last week noticed a dollar bill on my bulletin board and said, "Oh, is that the first $1 you made with Posie?" And I said, "Oh, actually no, it's just a dollar bill that was lying on the floor while I was vacuuming and I didn't want to suck it up." Then at the photo shoot last week, the photographer's name was Laurie and the stylist's name was Barbara, and I kept calling Barbara "Laurie," but not because I was confusing her with the photographer; I was confusing her with someone else I knew a long time ago who looked just like her and whose name was Laurie. I know there were a few others, but I've told this before recently so these are the ones I remember, from that telling.
This little dress is vintage, and homemade. Impeccably made. Her finishing details are gorgeous. Thrifting has replaced going to the fabric store and puttering for me. I found this at an estate sale a couple of months ago. I have other clothes made by this same lady at my antique booth, but I'm keeping this little frock. I couldn't resist, with the balloons and all. Speaking of dresses, did anyone catch Lauren Graham in her Duro dress on the Ellen Degeneres Show yesterday? I love her. Both of them, actually, but I really love Lauren Graham. She is such a spaz on talk shows, especially on Ellen where she seems to actually out-do even Ellen with that affected, stuttery "where am I?" sort of thing, but I always crack up anyway. When she said, "I love Matthew Perry," I about fell off the sofa. Why are Lauren Graham and Matthew Perry not married??? That would be brilliant. Yesterday was all about the Gilmore Girls. When Luke just walked away and got in the truck at the end I almost sobbed. I had to turn the TV off and sit in silence. It's very upsetting.
I finally found a bit of time yesterday afternoon to catch up on blogs a little and saw Michelle's amazing crocheted blanket, which was inspired by this one over at Jane's, and which reminded me of this one I'd picked up just the day before at the Goodwill with the hanging body parts. I want to make one, too. It seems like the perfect project for using up the stash and not having to think too much. Nevermind that I've stalled out on this one, alas, but that is my special loser style. My room is so Cath Kidston–ified, I know (and I'm using this en-dash for you, Michelle, the person who taught me how to make one in html). That gingham doggie was made for me by my mom in the '70s. That calico cat is Bird-Killer Bridget.