valleys for our styluses
valleys for our styluses
i'm idle, fidgety today. i woke up a little earlier today, and i didn't know what to do with myself. i didn't even make coffee, i just left. no shower, nothing. wandered around trader joe's for a while, then target for about an hour. they have really cute stuff there right now. i picked up blue canvas wedges [i think i'm officially anti-heel and pro-wedge] that kinda work into that 70s/80s naturalizer sandal thing i'm really into. all i ever dream up are outfits in the dead-of-winter with light, dead-of-summer skirts with really thick tights and sandals. target also has really cute purses/bags right now. like WAY cute. the girls are like vultures on that shit too. bags in the best colors hung soley; brand new stock at target in troy nearly totally picked over. all i really lust after, however, are vintage clothes. i bought an old but impeccable green girl scout jumper the other day at lost and found, and it makes for the perfect outfit. the best thing about style and things coming back in style is that when old shapes/styles from the 50s/60s are backbackback, buying the original makes it even that much better. sometimes i feel so downtown d's are seeping out of my skin. and i even shop at ann taylor, in the petites even. officially.
last night we barhopped. first was centaur, the art-deco-throwback place across from the town pump. everything about that place was great, and we especially loved the music -- a mix of all our favorite old 80s remixed and ambient stuff. like i walked in, and they were playing tricky. they even played stuff off that first unkle album. we had drinks and snacks: martinis, old stand-bys, minty lamb chops, honey-y chicken skewers, crab-stuffed mushrooms, cheese plate. the presentation was great. centaur is like no other bar in detroit, and it's something we really needed. in my old age, i'm getting more accepting of sleekness in bars -- i don't feel the need to always be hanging out in the grungiest of places. maybe that's a little uptown of me. ehhh, no. then we went to the bronx for a bit, which was surprisingly not-packed at all and kinda too mellow. so we went to the buzz bar, which is totally different than anything in detroit, and i was really into it. electronic music, pizza...i don't even know how to explain it. i liked it. i feel like they might have different nights there, and i'd like to see if the vibe gets changed up there. it felt like chicago.
so it's sunday, i'm at work, and i don't know what to do with myself. it's sunday, and i'm reading newsweek and bust at work, and i guess i'm just waiting around. there's nothing planned for a couple months; nothing to punctuate time anymore. it's kind of numbing.
i'm idle, fidgety today. i woke up a little earlier today, and i didn't know what to do with myself. i didn't even make coffee, i just left. no shower, nothing. wandered around trader joe's for a while, then target for about an hour. they have really cute stuff there right now. i picked up blue canvas wedges [i think i'm officially anti-heel and pro-wedge] that kinda work into that 70s/80s naturalizer sandal thing i'm really into. all i ever dream up are outfits in the dead-of-winter with light, dead-of-summer skirts with really thick tights and sandals. target also has really cute purses/bags right now. like WAY cute. the girls are like vultures on that shit too. bags in the best colors hung soley; brand new stock at target in troy nearly totally picked over. all i really lust after, however, are vintage clothes. i bought an old but impeccable green girl scout jumper the other day at lost and found, and it makes for the perfect outfit. the best thing about style and things coming back in style is that when old shapes/styles from the 50s/60s are backbackback, buying the original makes it even that much better. sometimes i feel so downtown d's are seeping out of my skin. and i even shop at ann taylor, in the petites even. officially.
last night we barhopped. first was centaur, the art-deco-throwback place across from the town pump. everything about that place was great, and we especially loved the music -- a mix of all our favorite old 80s remixed and ambient stuff. like i walked in, and they were playing tricky. they even played stuff off that first unkle album. we had drinks and snacks: martinis, old stand-bys, minty lamb chops, honey-y chicken skewers, crab-stuffed mushrooms, cheese plate. the presentation was great. centaur is like no other bar in detroit, and it's something we really needed. in my old age, i'm getting more accepting of sleekness in bars -- i don't feel the need to always be hanging out in the grungiest of places. maybe that's a little uptown of me. ehhh, no. then we went to the bronx for a bit, which was surprisingly not-packed at all and kinda too mellow. so we went to the buzz bar, which is totally different than anything in detroit, and i was really into it. electronic music, pizza...i don't even know how to explain it. i liked it. i feel like they might have different nights there, and i'd like to see if the vibe gets changed up there. it felt like chicago.
so it's sunday, i'm at work, and i don't know what to do with myself. it's sunday, and i'm reading newsweek and bust at work, and i guess i'm just waiting around. there's nothing planned for a couple months; nothing to punctuate time anymore. it's kind of numbing.
posted by margaret @ 12:50 PM
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