This weekend was so jam-packed full of goodness that I am literally dragging my feet this morning and the bags under my eyes are so big I should name them. But I can’t complain considering how lovely and fun everything was; work holiday party, crazy after party, dinner at a gorgeous French bistro, homemade dinner at my mom’s house with all of my favorite people, my middle niece announcing what my present was before I even opened it (so cute). It was one of those weekends that just fills your heart until it feels like it’s going to burst open, only it can’t because that requires energy and I didn’t get to sleep past 8am once. The only energy I can muster was spent wrestling a soapy puppy in the bathtub (he won, but he smells clean again, so I’ll consider it a victory for me as well).
We are currently in Day 4 of birthday celebrations. One, two, three, FOUR. As in 3 more than I should be getting, and it ISN’T EVEN MY ACTUAL BIRTHDAY YET. This always happens though, because December is the most hectic month of the year and trying to coordinate plans with everyone that obviously reveres the day of the my birth as it so deserves always ends with having to have multiple get-togethers to accomodate everyone’s schedules. I, however, am always free and available for people to lavish me unnecessary amounts of attention and material sacrifices; my birthday just provides a legitimate excuse.
The Birthday Gods have thus far bestowed upon me the Marc Jacobs watch I have been drooling over for months & months OH MY GOSH. You guys, it’s even prettier in person but I can’t wear it until I take it to a jeweler or watch shop to get at least 3 links taken out. I have the wrists of a 10 year old anorexic. Observe:
Also, don’t know if you can see in that picture, but my nails have some serious sparkle going on thanks to my mom. I got a manicure on Friday afternoon for my office holiday party (which was amazing, but the after party was even better. I have some of the best coworkers in the world and I’m not required to say that just because a few of them read this blog), but put a coat of glitter on top of it over the weekend. The color is part of the OPI Muppets collection (!!), and is called “Rainbow Connection.” I am distracted by it every time I move my hands (yes, really). Interestingly, I read an article last night that discussed how nail polish sales can give predict how the economy is fairing. “A rise in nail-polish sales indicates that we’re searching for bargain luxuries as the economy craters — and sales of nail polish are way up right now.” Hey, economists: I have seen the future, and it is sparkly.
You know what the best part of all of this is? That tomorrow is my actual birthday, and that means I get an additional day of celebrations and merriment and cake. CAKE, the delicious gift that keeps on giving, if my ever-growing stomach is any indication.
It might be too late (or too inappropriate) to ask for more presents, but I know what I’m asking for next year: an Ork Poster! Have you seen them before? They are wonderful typographic maps of cities, naming each neighborhood in wonderfully varying-size font. They’re pretty neat, and a great way to rep your hometown, or the city you wish you could have been born in:
Philly has so many neighborhoods that the majority of them become all garbled in the middle. A friend of mine has this poster hanging in her house and it looks really great in person (ie, legible). They just added the Paris one, and though I love it solely because it is about Paris, by comparison the neighborhoods/arrondissements are kind of boring. In the typographical sense only! That is the only time you will ever hear me speak ill of that city.
They have a ton of different cities:
like this one for Holly
and this one for Lyndsey (and yes, I know you live in the other Portland, but this is all they had, so we’ll just pretend you live in Oregon not Maine, and besides, sometimes you feel that far away)
and this one for Theresa:
and this one for my friend Amber, or me, when I complete my dream of living in a Brooklyn loft:
Aren’t they charming? So simple and yet really brilliantly done. And not too expensive, either! Framing is usually the most costly part about having custom art in your home, but everything I own gets framed in an IKEA Ribba frame and costs under $15. I’ve only had to make a few slight adjustments with some prints to get them to fit the matting evenly, but those occasions have been rare. They have a ton of different sizes and wood colors, too.
Any Ork Poster in particular you like? Is it different than the city you live in? How was your weekend? Less than a week until Christmas!!