Hmm... sometimes Wordpress formatting makes me a sad panda. Ah, well. Such is farm life.
I've been sewing like crazy lately. I've already finished two projects and have started on a third. Pictures will come whenever I get around to taking them.
You should go have brunch at Eden Alley some Saturday. It runs from 11am - 4pm, and our favorite thing to get is the I-Can't-Decide trio - small plates of any three brunch menu items. The coconut vanilla french toast is all kinds of good.
I bought these on eBay, new in the box, for less than half the retail price. Fabulous shoes at discounted prices make me happy.
I'm reading a book called The United States of Arugula: How We Became a Gourmet Nation. It's an anecdotal history of the gourmet food movement in the United States, that started in the middle part of the last century. The best part so far: When Julia Child's husband writes to his brother about his wife's new passion for French cooking, he mentions that she's so engulfed in her craft that he only lately catches glimpses of his wife's brash character, as during one meal preparation when she accidentally grabbed a hot pot handle and exclaimed, "Ah! That's hotter than a stiff cock!"
Maybe it's just me, but I love the thought of a foul-mouthed Julia Child.
Has anyone else been feeling baffled by economics? I find it hard to sympathize with people who are finding out the way-out-of-their-income-range house they bought a couple of years ago is now suddenly hard to pay for and way out of their income range. I know lenders got greedy, but so did buyers. Thanks for screwing it up for the rest of us, greedypantsies.
I also don't understand how a company can get bailed out by taxpayers, while at the same time those who were running the company are taking home seven, eight or nine figure salaries. Something is seriously fucked up with that.Mr. Awesome is reading a book called Naked Economics. In it, the author posits that if we look at wealth distribution as a pie, with everyone getting a certain size slice, and if the pie gets bigger, and the sizes of everyone's slices gets bigger, too, then what does it matter how big your slice is, if yours gets bigger? I guess I see the logic in that. If I didn't know how big the other slices of pie were, would it matter?
The book also includes a study where participants were asked if they'd rather make $110,000 a year, while everyone else in the world made $200,000, or if they'd rather make $100,000 while everyone else made $85,000. Most people said they'd rather make $100,000 while everyone else made $85,000, even thought that meant they'd personally be making less than in the first scenario. I suppose it's all about perception - how you perceive yourself and how others perceive you. That said, I think I'm personally better off not paying attention to the fescue on the other side of the cul-de-sac.