Here Comes the Son!

The newest and best addition to our house!

Fletcher Alessandro Ogden Meyers was born 4 days ago,

weighing in at a whopping 11 lbs.

Linda (ouch!) and baby are home and doing great.

Above: with his placenta doppelganger Bagpuss.

A la Recherche du Cardin Perdu

A few months ago John and I went down to New York for a friend's wedding party. I had just bought this fantastic vintage Pierre Cardin cross pendant specifically for the party. It was in a case of old jewelry at a flea market, yet completely on its own in terms of coolness- the Avon baubles around it certainly didn't have secret disco cocaine compartments, accessible by a simple tug. This was an anomoly, and I can't even imagine how it ended up here in Maine, but I was so happy it did.

Everybody at the party (who noticed it) loved it, and I loved that, and it was a great party and a great evening. Until the next morning when we woke up and I could only find half my necklace. Uggh! The secret bottom stash was missing! Nowhere in my bag, nowhere in John's pockets, nowhere in the hotel room. We'd shared a car back from Brooklyn to Manhattan, and didn't know the car service, let alone even really who we shared it with. This was all bad. I called every car service in Dumbo and then every Gypsy cab driver but it just seemed in vain. Resigned to disappointment we went to get breakfast (first asking the front desk if anyone had dropped a piece of metal off for me (no), and walking around in Chinatown we thought we should probably look on the sidewalk, or the gutter, around where we were let off, or the general area, since we couldn't remember exactly- it was raining the night before and we had the car stop mistakenly 6 diagonal blocks away from our hotel. I think what compounded my awful feeling of sadness was that I felt responsible- like I had taken this poor pendant from its content life with its Avon friends and brought it back to the dark nightlife of New York (and I didn't even know if it was from here in the first place). But just when I thought blocks and blocks of mucky fishy Chinatown gutters were going to be angrily ingrained in my memories, there were the two little missing pieces. Run over by delivery trucks, torqued, bent, and wet, they were a vision of happiness- I couldn't believe it- at this point I felt like I had found a long lost kitty cat. Crazy. It's never going anywhere again.

Virgin Mary

Up in Fort Lauderdale, after a disappointing Sunrise Swap Shop (we went on a friday) we headed down to the equally disappointing Salvation Army by the highway, but then were blessed with some real salvation when we parked next to this Virgin Mary stain gracing the side wall of the Habitat Re Store. Inside was a mint condition Kohler low-profile porcelain toilet and matching bidet in sleek jet black, the kind you'd see in ultra modern interior design from the 70's. Score! Although upon closer inspection, the sleek black turned out to be just dark blue, so we passed. But I still have faith that on its own closer inspection, the stain is not just a stain.