Ariel and I are watching Amy Sherman-Paladino’s new show about ballet, Étoile and then exchanging postcards. Her first one arrived today.
I wasn’t bowled over by the first episode, but I will happily sit through anything with Luke Kirby in it. I also enjoyed the dancing.
Ariel was not at all thrilled, calling it verbose, but not at all brilliant so far. She also was annoyed at the missing L apostrophe that should be before Étoile. It’s never a good sign when the postcard ends with “ugh!”
Matt’s mother offered to take us out for dinner on his birthday, and Matt picked Janken, a recommendation from one of his friends at the gym. The Japanese-Korean fusion tapas was delicious and service was great. I had edamame, crispy brussels sprouts (fabulous!) and miso soup. Matt ordered the Bignsu dessert which was big enough to share.
He also got cream puffs with a candle for his birthday celebration.
Look at that Bingsu! So good looking.
I feel for all the quilts and handmade what-have-you that I encounter in thrift stores. So many hours of work, only to possibly be sold at a discount but probably to be shredded.
So this tag made me laugh.
Value women’s art!
The Engelszell Monastery makes Trappist beer, and Sara and traveling party tasted some on this day.
Aside from this view of the choir stall and organ, Sara reported the presence of a sweet church kitty. Always a plus!
I guess we know that Prague’s postal service is more efficient than Vienna’s as this was posted 5 days earlier than the Prague postcards, but arrived a day later.
Sara says that they saw not only “the Kiss” but also a lot of Klimt’s other work on the first of their two days in Vienna. The second day, she and Shawn planned to explore on their own.
Sara wraps up her trip with these two postcards from Prague
Prague seems to have been a highlight of the trip. Sara tells me that it was the only larger European capitol not destroyed in either of the world wars, and it managed to escape an architectural renovation during Communism. She reports that this postcard was made by a local artist.
On this last postcard from her trip, she tells of their Mucha Museum trip and that Prague is definitely worth another visit.
It was a big day at the Orange Door. We said goodbye to two long-lived items: the square coffee table and the refrigerator.
Here’s the coffee table. We’ve had it since we moved in together. Matt got it from his roommate Julia. I’ve really loved it. It’s sturdy and yet it’s very easy to pick up and place in other places if need be.
It’s strong enough to serve as a weight bench if that is what’s needed. But it’s also square, and I want a rectangle, and it has been rode hard and put away wet, as you can see from the above view.
Our new coffee table came from Dania and I like its fun lines. It’s also the tiniest bit lower, which is good when propping up my feet. And now we have a dedicated spot for the remotes: in the overhang section!
You will note, however the square coffee table is still in the living room in this picture. From the future, I can say that I haven’t yet gathered the courage to set it out on a new adventure.
We also said goodbye to our refrigerator, which has served us ably since 2007.
Due to the shelving I built, only a certain size refrigerator can fit in the space. And due to my dislike of chrome appliances, it’s mostly exactly the same refrigerator, but now without a handle to get all grimy.
We do need to figure out a method to hang that dishtowel. The grimy handles came in handy for that task.
Sara couldn’t resist sending me this “Disneyfied charmer.” Apparently the long arm of the mouse doesn’t reach all the way to Hungary.
Sara reports a dearth of postcards, which I found to be the case in 2008. I’m sure it’s gotten much worse since then. Sara’s hotel is right on the river; she and Shawn went for a walk and saw the sights.
Look at these fun stamps that came along with the postcard!
I’ve gathered a large variety of paint chips to help me decide what the new color might be for my bedroom. What’s your favorite?
I’m leaning toward the sage green colors. But we shall see what time brings.
This repost from Badasscrossstitch on Instagram made me laugh.
