We were at Hollywood Vintage and we saw these sweet Jantzen’s trunks:
They were unlined, made out of wool, and were intended to be worn into the water. It boggles my mind that this was a thing that people were willing to do at one time.
More pictures from our innumerable trips to Gare de Lyon to figure out how to get around France.
Ads in the Paris metro sit in metal frames. Sometimes this is obvious, sometimes it’s obfuscated.
Assorted metro scenes.
Should I be worried?
So after waiting like all of a week after Thanksgiving (a record since I moved here) we got a Christmas tree. We decided to get a little living tree that we would be able to enjoy monitoring through the years. We were surprised to also have the opportunity to enjoy his keen fashion sense.
Here’s a picture I took a while ago of Hazel and the cat. If you can’t tell, the book Hazel is reading is “The Fact of a Doorframe” by Adrienne Rich.
So the Sunday before this one that I’m writing on, the super-cool Portland Garment Factory held a flea market at their store around the corner. Whilst we were wandering around we noticed a massive old factory punch clock, and Hazel decided that we needed to have it.
The proprietress said that she’d bought it for the store in order to create an industrial feel, but nobody had ever managed to figure out how to make the damn thing work. We took it home and Hazel found a manual for it on the manufacturer’s web site. As she read out loud I flipped the clock face up to expose its works and set the time.
I managed to get it working at some expense to my thumbs (if you look, you can see that the bottom stamps are from before I set the clock, whereas the top stamp shows the proper date.)
And here it is as part of a charming domestic tableau.
