Soundtrack for your Monday morning:
By the way, did gangs ever dress like this? Because either way, they need to bring that shit back.
My apologies to every one who was, er…scarred for life…by my ghost story. Reports came in third hand all during the weekend about this friend and that who is now having nightmares, thanks to me. Sorry guys.
But I am so awed by the opinions, wisdom and interpretations that some of you have shared with me so far, and I count myself lucky to know such deep spirited folk. As usual, I am dogged by so much to say, so little time, but I will be responding to your thoughtful comments throughout the next two days.
To brighten and lighten things up a bit, look who’s back!
Going on year four with this friend. Hello love.
Cooper’s Hawk. Looks sooo similar to a Sharp Shinned, but Cooper’s are the size of a crow, whereas S. Shinned are the size of a Jay. Also, Cooper’s body shape is like a barrel, with no tapering down to the hips.
In between hawk adorations, Fern and I made Fermented Strawberry Soda, using Amber’s awesome tutorial over at Violet Folklore. (Even if you don’t want to make soda, you should check out that post for glorious carbonated mishap glamor.)
I had put on an apron (gifted from Nicole) and Fern, previously an apron-phobe, wanted one too. This was mine when I was wee, and you might recognize it from Easter two years ago. Sigh. She’s getting so big.
Fern helped process the strawberries. She has become my kitchen-helper extraordinaire, greeting each project with “Can I help you, Mommy?”
We used a ginger bug for the fermentation, a method I am thinking I will use from now on, and fore-go the whey, which was making me sick. I’ve read that you can also used grated tumeric to make a bug, which is useful if you don’t want the ginger flavor.
Initially I just used pureed berries, with no sugar added. After 12 hours, it didn’t seem to be fermenting enough, so I added some sugar water (1/2 cup to 3 cups puree) and that seemed to jump start things. We’ll be tasting this morning.)
Saturday afternoon, we headed down to the Urban Air Market, which was happening two blocks from my house. There were a lot of hipsters, some great dj’s, a bunch of talent and…way too much attitude.
I was in the market for earrings, and I found some beautiful gold colored hoops with white and orange rough cut citrine dangling from the middle. They were $20 over my budget but were so lovely I was considering it…until I looked at the booth owner, who had ignored me in her empty shop up until that point. I gave her a smile and said, “Is this your stuff?”. She looked me up and down and said snottily, “It sure is.”. I withdrew my hand and my potential as a customer, smiled and walked away. I’d like to say this was an isolated incident, but it happened in two other hippy couture booths that day, and it’s a culture of narcissism that is rampant in the Bay. I was considering writing a rant titled, “An Open Letter to all Feathers and Leathers” or “Dear Neo-Tribal Techno Hippy” but then realized that it would all be summed up in one sentence…Get over yourselves.
After my encounter with Bitch Slap, I shyly wandered into the realm of Maral Rapp. Now, if anyone deserves to act like she has a stick of genius up her tookus, it’s this lady, who makes jewelry and headpieces out of 1920’s metal handbags. They take her hours, which accounts for the price, which she apologized about as I was perusing. She had no reason to talk to me really, but she took off her sunglasses and also looked me up and down and said, “This might sound funny since there are so many creative folks here, but your outfit is just…wow…I love it.” (Sadie Rose, I was wearing your purse, and Nicole, your necklace, which I think accounts for a lot of it!). We had the nicest chat, and I took her card.
You know what I’m going to do with that money I didn’t spend on Snotty Sister’s earrings? I’m going to tuck it away into savings to spend at Maral’s shop. For that matter, I think my money is better spent at any of the amazing ladies who rock it heart and soul, but also live by a creed of upliftment.
And in the spirit of keeping it real, here is an awkward photo and what I wore that day.
I hope your week is begun with strawberry sweetness, real life glamour and love for the people and animals who love you right back. xo