Wednesday, June 27, 2007

pink love(?)


Why, yes. This is indeed a photograph of someone's living room with all the stuff in it covered in pink paper. Read more about the prank here. Kinda reminds me of the time we took all of ness and joy's furniture out of their dorm room and re-set everything up in a study lounge...ah, the good ole days...

Sunday, June 24, 2007

thrift stores in L.A.

...have totally different price points than thrift stores elsewhere. All this for under 20bucks. Probably a rip-off if you lived in ... say, Minnesota or something, but still a good deal.


Thoughts on my consumerism for the weekend:

I had coffee in the poppy cup and saucer this morning with our french toast and bacon (damn, was that a tasty breakfast) it made me feel dainty.

Those plates are hand-painted. Yikes! I'm just trying to imagine the throngs of laborers (okay, maybe just a dozen or so) in Korea dabbing yellow and brown paint just so on each plate before setting it on the conveyor belt for the kiln. LOVE these plates. LOVE stoneware. You can put 'em in the oven, or in the microwave, or in the dishwasher (if you had a dishwasher), and on the table! Love these hand-painted sturdy little stoneware plates that so are durable and pretty.

I love chicken mugs. I cannot lie. I had to throw out my last chicken mug because there were too many chips on the rim and it made sipping an adventure. This little number is also stoneware.

Isn't that pyrex bowl awesome?? I sense a collection beginning to take seed.

And that milk glass vase? I used it as a candle holder last night with a tealight. It was lovely.

The last three little mugs are also stoneware and I just couldn't resist them.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

domo arigato...

~mr. roboto

Dude.

Dooooooooood.

I don't even know where to begin! (Let's begin at the beginning, shall we?)

After the numbers had been run, the research conducted and the reviews read, I took the plunge and purchased a Roomba(!). [Cue trumpet fanfare]



Never has an object changed my life like the way this little machine has done! Some folks who know me might describe me as being somewhat...um, retentive about my cleaning methods. (True story: once while at College 8, I flicked the duster at jenn's head cause she'd spent what I deemed too long a time sitting in one place.) With two cats, a busy schedule and (surprisingly?) an abhorrance to running the vacuum, the Roomba seemed like a natural solution to getting clean floors. Mind you there are some parameters to consider before you run out and plunk down your hard earned dollars for a robot vacuum of your very own.



We rent an apartment with hardwood floors throughout the apartment and the standard ugly vinyl in the kitchen and bathroom. No area rugs, though we did keep a rag rug folded at the entry to dust off a little extra dirt when entering the abode.

We follow the asian custom of removing our shoes when we enter our home. Before the Roomba, if I skipped vacuuming one weekend, I'd spend the following week wearing indoor-use only slippers because the floors felt gritty. (Mind you, not gritty enough to convince me to pull out the vacuum and take care of the issue.)

These parameters are important to take into consideration because in the reviews I'd read some users complained that the Roomba had transitional issues going from hard floors to rugs and that they pretty much sucked on plush carpets or shags. And how you probably have to clean out the little hopper all the time to keep it running properly cause that's where the hair and debris goes since there's no vacuum bag to hold it all in, nor a HEPA filter of any sort.



But then I also read a review from one user who used his Roomba every day.

Every. Day.

People. This is my DREAM, to have the kind of floors that are that kind of clean. The kind of clean only achievable by vacuuming every day. But who has the time or patience to vacuum their floors every day? Wonder no more because now I can have floors that are that kind of clean. Without running the vacuum every day.

~Shazam~

So I purchased the Roomba model that includes a scheduler so that my groovy little robot can do its thing while m and I are work. We come home and voila: clean floors!

I can't tell you how FREAKING AWESOME it's been. The floors feel silky smooth underfoot. No floaty cat-hair beasties scuttling around. I think it's helped to reduce some of my allergy symptoms. My hair is shinier and my skin is glowing.

It's true.

I swear.




The Roomba sings a cute little song when it's ready to start its thing (kind of a variation on the little tune that goes: dum-dee-dum-dum-dee-dum....CHARGE! as if he's all jazzed to start vacuuming and do his thing), when it's low on power, it also sings a little song as if to say, uh-oh. And when it's all finished, it scoots itself back to its home base (which is also the charging station) and sings one final song to signal its completed mission. I am so charmed by how cute all of this is.

I'm not saying that everyone should run out and spend the money for this dear machine. Or that it'll change your life like it did mine (though I will still swear by the shiny hair and glowing skin). But man, oh, MAN am I glad that I did.

As an added bonus, I get new entertainment material out of watching the cats quietly freak out over their newest nemesis.


The Och maintains a steady watch over the Roomba.


Pekoe, is also unconvinced of the Roomba's magical powers to shinier hair and glowing skin. But he is a selfish kitty and unconcerned of my welfare.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

ocha in the basket

Nothing charms me more than to see lil' Och in the basket. She loooooooooves the basket.


It's her sanctum.


The basket was originally intended to corral all my random stuff that I don't have time during the week to sort through or put away, and it must be mighty uncomfy to sit on. But that didn't stop the Och.



Watch how she wills m to reach out and pet her. In the basket.



Her leaning precariously to one side doesn't mean that she's resisting the petting. Rather, she is leaning away to entice m to lean in even closer.



See how that works?



The powers are strong in this one.


After a few months of this, I gave up trying to use the basket for myself. She's nearly always parked there so I forget what I've stowed away inside in what was meant to be a temporary basis.

I pulled every little cat hair covered item out of the basket and let Och do with it what she would.


Apparently, she is pleased.