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sistawendy) wrote2025-12-14 08:35 am
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Nun engages in consumerism, but doesn't feel bad about it.
The preface: during my quinceañera Friday night, a woman unknown to me (!) gave me a long-stemmed red rose, bought from Muhammad*. I got it home, and yesterday morning I realized that I hadn't put it in my one, tall, plain glass vase. As I got the vase out from its spot on the counter, I dropped it, and it shattered into an annoyingly high number of pieces.
Fast forward to last night. T wanted to go to the open house at Equinox Studios, the place down in Georgetown with tons of artists & craftspeople. The open house in December is, of course, extra crowded and bAnAnAs. I ran into multiple goths known to me, including Diminutive** and Cyra Hobson, who's quite a sculptor and has her studio at Equinox. It was inevitable, then that I found the perfect vase from Jeanne Ferraro: opaque, cobalt-blue glass.
Lots of people including Ferraro remembered me because I was wearing The Coat. Some dude said he'd seen me walking around our neighborhood. We live less than two blocks apart, and I'd never met him. Who know a coat could be magic?
I completed my set of herbivorous dinosaur fridge magnets. I mean, Parasaurolophus. How could I not?
Things I covet but couldn't buy for various reasons:
Spending the time with T was fun, too. She's almost as good an enabler as the lady who introduced us,
cupcake_goth. She's also a good transit communist like I am; we had excellent Metro mojo last night.
I did not partake of ravey goodness last night because it was after 2300 when I got home, and my dogs were if not barking definitely grumpy. But I'd call the trip a success.
*He's this old South Asian dude who's been walking around selling flowers on Capitol Hill for decades.
**Her name is the diminutive form of mine. She's a full head shorter than I am. I'm never not amused by this.
Fast forward to last night. T wanted to go to the open house at Equinox Studios, the place down in Georgetown with tons of artists & craftspeople. The open house in December is, of course, extra crowded and bAnAnAs. I ran into multiple goths known to me, including Diminutive** and Cyra Hobson, who's quite a sculptor and has her studio at Equinox. It was inevitable, then that I found the perfect vase from Jeanne Ferraro: opaque, cobalt-blue glass.
Lots of people including Ferraro remembered me because I was wearing The Coat. Some dude said he'd seen me walking around our neighborhood. We live less than two blocks apart, and I'd never met him. Who know a coat could be magic?
I completed my set of herbivorous dinosaur fridge magnets. I mean, Parasaurolophus. How could I not?
Things I covet but couldn't buy for various reasons:
- The Matisse dining set by John Kirschbaum. I've never seen anything like it, and yes, he knows how to make a comfy chair. If you meet the guy, be patient: he talks unusually slowly.
- A photo of one of the Iron Monkeys' pieces. I'd like a print to hide a dent in the wall that I put there while moving furniture.
- Jewelry by, oddly enough, Black Dog Forge. They used to be in Belltown, and that's all I can find about them in a quick search. I've seen at least one amazing bed frame that they made.
Spending the time with T was fun, too. She's almost as good an enabler as the lady who introduced us,
I did not partake of ravey goodness last night because it was after 2300 when I got home, and my dogs were if not barking definitely grumpy. But I'd call the trip a success.
*He's this old South Asian dude who's been walking around selling flowers on Capitol Hill for decades.
**Her name is the diminutive form of mine. She's a full head shorter than I am. I'm never not amused by this.




