Golden Sunshine
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jezebel
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Monday, August 31, 2009
Labels:
brooklyn,
doing good,
jewelry,
local designer,
wedding
The Gleaners
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jezebel
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
I met Margaux, of the Black Spot Books, and her friend, photographer and story-teller, Katie, in Philadelphia a few years ago. They honest-to-goodness seem to find magic wherever they go. I would love to fall down a rabbit hole with them, but until I do, I'm so pleased we have Margaux's book necklaces at the shop.
Labels:
jewelry,
old-world,
paper,
some peope are so talented
Walk on the mild, wild side
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jezebel
at
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Labels:
digby,
jewelry,
local designer,
wedding
Wrap nicely
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jezebel
at
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
I think that it's fair to agree that, unless your father was a dentist (like me) and you got irrationally excited about the "me and my llama, me and my llama, we're going to the dentist today-ay-ay-ay" bit, the best action video on Sesame Street was a visit to the Crayola factory (my mother took us on a day trip there, so obsessed we were.) These rolls of ribbon are an adult alternative to the jumbo 96 color box of Crayolas- my logic being that one spool of silk ribbon equals 96 choices of colored wax.
Youth in Revolt.
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rony @ catbird
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Monday, August 24, 2009
I know it may happen sometime, but so far I am super not tired of Michael Cera's shtick.
Peanuts!
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rony @ catbird
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Monday, August 24, 2009
Do your salt and pepper shakers have paintings of peanuts juggling? No?
Oh... then you must have the kayaking/shaking maracas peanuts. No? Really!? Sheesh. How can you have peanut-less salt & pepper shakers when peanut-full ones are so readily available.
(Maho Kino hand painted peanuts S&P shakers, $18)
Oh... then you must have the kayaking/shaking maracas peanuts. No? Really!? Sheesh. How can you have peanut-less salt & pepper shakers when peanut-full ones are so readily available.
(Maho Kino hand painted peanuts S&P shakers, $18)
Labels:
new stuff,
recession-friendly
Still Life with Bottle Openers
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jezebel
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Monday, August 24, 2009
heart in hand bottle openers $12, mermaid bottle openers $14, peanut salt and pepper shakers $18, Saipua soaps $8
Lest you think we'd present you with only one way to open your bottle, evidence that we offer 2 ways to open your bottle.
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delicious,
home,
recession-friendly
Sing blue silver.
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rony @ catbird
at
Friday, August 21, 2009
My first concert. 1983. Madison Square Garden with Katie Stockwell and her dad. Simon came out in a chauffer's cap to the sound of shattering glass. I died. Right then.
*My friend Amanda says this song is the equivalent of someone saying, "Take your pants off."
O, ye, be not too blue! There is important work for thee to do!
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jezebel
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Friday, August 21, 2009
Sweet lady of the sea, do you look so sad because autumn draws near? You will keep us company all winter long, doing the Lord's work, easing our way closer to the libations we love so dear.
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jezebel
at
Thursday, August 20, 2009
In the event that Linea Carta's designs weren't enough to induce you to forever swear off paper towels, in lieu of their linen tea towels, they've gone and taken some perfectly styled photos, which might induce some more major lifestyle changes. Like getting rid of 90 percent of your possessions and moving to a small coastal town rich with both history and bohemian leanings.
Kris Kristofferson.
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rony @ catbird
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
My man.
The son of an Air Force general, Kris walked to grade school barefoot in Brownsville, Texas. He graduated Phi Beta Kappa from Pomona College, studied William Blake and Shakespeare at Oxford, became a U.S. Army captain, was assigned to teach literature at West Point and then abruptly dropped out of the Army to become a songwriter.*
I love me a squinty eyed, bearded, song writin', guitar-wieldin' man. I was forever sold after he told Sinead not to 'let the bastards get you down' after she got booed at Bob Dylan's birthday concert.
*from Ethan Hawke's interview in Rolling Stone
The son of an Air Force general, Kris walked to grade school barefoot in Brownsville, Texas. He graduated Phi Beta Kappa from Pomona College, studied William Blake and Shakespeare at Oxford, became a U.S. Army captain, was assigned to teach literature at West Point and then abruptly dropped out of the Army to become a songwriter.*
I love me a squinty eyed, bearded, song writin', guitar-wieldin' man. I was forever sold after he told Sinead not to 'let the bastards get you down' after she got booed at Bob Dylan's birthday concert.
*from Ethan Hawke's interview in Rolling Stone
Labels:
men i love
Something old, something new, nothing borrowed, lots of blue
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jezebel
at
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I can't wait to share with you what we found over the past few days- a charming mix from new vendors, old vendors, and those who we've been thinking about for quite a while. I am particularly excited about what will be my official new housewarming gift for my lady friends. Hint: I've been doing lots of hand-washing in anticipatory excitement. I love turning the mundane into a ritual.
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jezebel
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Monday, August 17, 2009
Sleeping Beauty, frm Animation Backgrounds
I'm off with Rony to find new goodies for the store- fun, fun, fun!
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i'm excited
Posted by
jezebel
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Friday, August 14, 2009
Guy Trebay argued in his NY Times article this weekend that the male potbellies widely spotted "in the vicinity of the Brooklyn Flea in Fort Greene, the McCarren Park Greenmarket and pretty much any place one is apt to encounter fans of Grizzly Bear" could be partially blamed on contrarian natures rebelling against having a toned and taut President. Mr. Trebay, that's just silly. If you spent your mornings at Roebling Tea Room and your evenings at Marlow & Sons, you too would have a most deliciously acquired potbelly.
Tipsy Cake and Chocolate Cream
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jezebel
at
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Oh, and this one, too. Perfect for hanging in the kitchen or the bedroom if you've got a serious sweet tooth.
Labels:
gifts,
paper,
recession-friendly
Insane in the membrane?
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jezebel
at
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Labels:
gifts,
headgear,
recession-friendly
Mercury Rising
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jezebel
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Labels:
jewelry,
local designer,
summer
But I haven't given up Samoas
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jezebel
at
Monday, August 10, 2009
Truth: I was a Girl Scout, and I loved it. It appealed to the same instinct in me that loved Little House on the Prairie and All of A Kind Family. That is, until 5th grade, when I realized that being a Girl Scout on Long Island in the 80s was going to make my life incredibly difficult amongst girls clad in neon and Z. Cavarricis, so I sadly said goodbye to all that. Thanks to Rony, for helping me stroll down memory lane by unearthing this bracelet.
While the mama Cat's away,
Posted by
jezebel
at
Friday, August 07, 2009
check ya later.
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rony @ catbird
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Friday, August 07, 2009
Very shortly I won’t need to apply a scent to smell like the beach. Off to Cape Cod for a week for our first, real, family vacation. Or, as my husband is wisely advising we call it, a family "TRIP". Jezebel will be manning – or ladying* – ye ole Brooklyn fort while I’m gone. I think I may even accidentally leave my Blackberry at the house a few times.
* ladying? ew.
* ladying? ew.
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summer
Ye olde wacko books.
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rony @ catbird
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Friday, August 07, 2009
Ah, so you like your books weird and old-timey? Well good citizen, here you go.
This itty bitty pocket book is useful when you need
to send a specific message to someone via flowers.
All books are 19th and 20th century reprints from the UK. From $8 - $40.
to send a specific message to someone via flowers.
Sweet and sour
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jezebel
at
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Opposite sides of the same coin. Is my cat the only one whose tail stands straight on end when the lion roars in the intro to old MGM movies?
Labels:
critters,
jewelry,
local designer,
new stuff
Beauty is truth, Truth beauty
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jezebel
at
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
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jewelry,
recession-friendly
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jezebel
at
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
i hate perfume. (i really do.)
Posted by
rony @ catbird
at
Monday, August 03, 2009
Today I tried "At The Beach 1966" on at a showroom and it is just beyond perfect. All day I found myself sniffing my wrists. Sublime. From one of Williamsburg's finest.
Labels:
brooklyn,
smellin' good
bowling is not boring.
Posted by
rony @ catbird
at
Monday, August 03, 2009
We went bowling last week to bid our fair Deirdre goodbye.
I, normally a terrible bowler, bowled a 122, my highest score ever. Turns out that a few Salty Dogs really helps one's game. Fittingly, Deirdre, whose party it was, won the second round, also with a 122.
We'll miss you, D!!!
The catbirds, with some serious Williamsburg O.G.s in the background.
This picture proves definitively that Brooklyn is the best place on earth.
This picture proves definitively that Brooklyn is the best place on earth.
I, normally a terrible bowler, bowled a 122, my highest score ever. Turns out that a few Salty Dogs really helps one's game. Fittingly, Deirdre, whose party it was, won the second round, also with a 122.
We'll miss you, D!!!
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brooklyn
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