At last, I have blade covers! I am as happy as an 8-year-old! I think I have wanted blade covers since I was 8... Well I got them. And they were only 9 bucks! Why have I waited so long? Truth be told, I had no idea where to buy them. For those of you who also have no idea, and have been longing for warm fuzzy terrycloth elasticized blade covers, go to Paragon on Broadway and 18th! They rock. I got red ones.

Just one more post, before I get back to holiday shopping... Alicia Kachmar, my favorite crochet artist, strikes again with the cutest s'more you ever did see. Don't you want to get a lot of these? I sure do. Alicia, if you are reading this, I love my Cowboy Safety Cone and my Snow-Proof Safety Cone so very much. I think I shall be purchasing again very soon!

If you know about the NYC summer food truck explosion
you will want one of these. Trust me, you will.

Well, what I was going to talk about in that last one about my getting back to Twitter was that I stumbled upon Big Gay Ice Cream Twittering his little heart out (even though it's the ice cream off-season and Big Gay is a bassoonist in a symphony in the off-season) and properly maintaining his awesome indie brand which he built so cleverly this summer. If I had any sense, I wouldn't have stopped blogging and Twittering recently, but I kinda got busy with teen blogging for a well-known denim company with whom I am currently employed. So yes, good reason, but I do love my blog, and feel terrible when I don't write down some thoughts and ideas and finds here. So here's what I found today: Alicia Kachmar, whom I wrote about this past fall, made a Big Gay Ice Cream ornament, which is so darn cute and lovely and sweet, that you want to just impulse purchase one right away! Don't you? I do. And the great part about the ornament is that it is so New York sub-culture street culture indie culture that you feel good being in-the-know about it.

I am finally back Twittering and it's fun again. I got soured on Twitter when Lucky un-followed me. These things sort of bug me. I mean, how fickle can you be? I wrote such a nice piece on them too. Boo Lucky. Or should I say BOO intern who writes the Lucky Twitter page. Boo!

I went all the way down to 16th or so Street on the V to check out these blue shimmer tights at Old Navy, and while I was shopping, impulse-added another pair of dark purple tights, a tank in the same purple, and a really cute black and white umbrella with a red handle to add to my spoils, waited on a longer-than-long line, only to find out that the socks only -- not the tights -- were 50% off. Well sorry lady I said to the checker (although I wasn't so rude as to call her "lady") but the thrill is gone. I was here for the half-price tights.

I'll have to wait ol' Old Navy out, and hope they put the tights on sale and still have my size. The shimmer wasn't the scratchy kind, and they'd be so cute with a dark denim skirt, so I want them. Maybe I'll just cough up the $9.50. I'm so darn cheap on principle sometimes. It really annoys me.

[images from Vanilla Sugar]

I can't get enough of these cookies. And this blog. Just lookin'. But wow.

It's time to tell you what I've been thinking about (well not by any means all of it, because that would get boring), so I will be doing some haiku-style posts, until I can manage to write a whole in-depth thought about something again. I blame my lack of recent posts on Facebook. And the end of language. And that sort of thing.

Hey it's better than nothing, right?

In spring!