Big changes today! If you only read the site via your RSS reader, please click through and take a peek: We’ve redesigned! We’ve changed the layout and colors, added some fun features, and best of all: The entire site is now responsive! That means that it automatically looks awesome no matter what kind of device you’re reading it on. My analytics tell me many of you come here on a tablet—no worries, the site is already resized for you. Need to take a peek on your phone? No problem.
My web designer is available—that is, he’s in the next room—to fix any bugs that might arise, so don’t hesitate to let us know if you catch any problems. Plus there are still some tweaks we might make in the coming weeks. Hey, why not use the new contact form that we put on the About page! And if you’re curious to see what it used to look like, click here. (Every time someone does a redesign I immediately forget what it looked like before, and I wish they would show me! It’s like when you walk by a storefront you see all the time and there’s a new business but you can’t for the life of you remember what was there previously.) Let us know what you think of the new look, and stay tuned—I have a post waiting in the wings.
It wasn’t all fun and games, of course—being stranded means feeling helpless and trapped even if you’re in a fantastic city full of friends, at a lovely hotel, with a per diem for food. My coworkers and I (7 of us were stuck there) spent a lot of time wandering the hotel, sitting on hold with American Airlines, and glued to our phones reading Twitter for all the latest news. I am so grateful to live in this information age, especially because cell service was really bad in Brooklyn so calling or texting Jason wasn’t a reliable way of getting updates. Thankfully our apartment suffered no damage (we had a lot of water damage after Hurricane Irene) and never lost power. And I’ll admit it: My coworkers and I were able to make the most of 3 full additional (free) days in Chicago! We had deep-dish pizza, we went to the top of the Sears Tower, and we were sure to get an Italian beef. There are worse ways to be stranded, plus now I have a ton of new underwear!
Please donate to the Red Cross if you can. Seaside Heights was hit hard; my whole family is particularly devastated to see the sights completely destroyed.
A long weekend away with my knitting besties? Just what the doctor ordered. We made our way to a cabin in West Virginia for three days of 80s movies (on VHS no less), bacon, birthdays, knitting, cross stitch, and nature.
I didn’t knit a single stitch, giving my thumb a nice long rest; instead I cross-stitched and embroidered. At night I slept in the top bunk over Caro and listened to the rain fall on the roof in a darkness that I cannot find here in Brooklyn without an eye mask. Mornings, I made lemon-ricotta pancakes. One day we went blackberry picking, which JulieFrick later made into a cobbler. Pam devoted 11 avocados to her amazing guacamole. Nova finished a shawl, while Specs finished a legwarmer and a cross stitch project (that’s for me!). Heather spoke to us in French and kept us stocked with wine. We celebrated Christy and Julie’s birthdays (and Diana and Ashley’s, in absentia). Caro made us her famous Mephistopheritas (Margaritas with habanero-infused tequila). We went out at midnight in the 50-degree night and craned our necks to watch the Perseid meteor shower. We laughed until it hurt.
I was completely out of the loop on Photoville—I must not follow the right photography sorts of people on Twitter—so I didn’t know what it was or that it was happening until I saw the photos of a few friends and contacts who went while I was away on a business trip. But their photos didn’t really tell me anything, either, just that one was checking it out, and that another had a photo up. Whatever it was, I wanted to see it. Tania and I went on its last day.
Turns out, it was a pop-up museum of photography, set up in old shipping containers scattered around an empty lot by Pier 3 (currently unfinished!) of Brooklyn Bridge Park. (This, apparently, is the new thing—repurpose an old shipping container into something else? See the DeKalb Market.) But I’m down with that, although they are stiflingly hot when they don’t open on both sides and the mercury has exceeded 90°F. No matter, there was a misting tent (ahhhhh) and a “hydration station” (a girl with a cooler of water bottles for sale) and the atmosphere, while being baked in the oppressive heat of the day, was genial.
Everyone had a camera slung over his or her shoulder. Were we checking out the make and model of our fellow photographers? I’m sure we were.
The work shown was quite varied, and all interesting. Some of the containers were outfitted further, to set the scene. All of them were food for thought. If I hadn’t been so hot, I probably would have read more of the descriptions. As it was, I just soaked it in. I loved that it was free and available to anyone—and I hope it comes back!