stream of consciousness A sticky note of sorts.

Hipster Mom, baby in hipster onesie in tribal sling, wearing chaco’s and has a bandaid on her heel that is clear in the center to show off scrape (how ironic) ((how hipster, “I wear chacos, therefore I’m outdoorsy, look at this scrape I have to prove it”)), with toddler on wooden (yes, wooden) bike, now playing with, you guessed it, an iPad. 

I guess I am at a fair trade coffeehouse, maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised. 

Empty coffeehouse, looking out at empty town square with all its charm, listening to Moon River. So sweet. 

yourestilllostlittlegirl:

learningthroughosmosis:

So

The Target near my house sells Jesus candles

want.

In the fall, I was on this huge Saints kick because I discovered that I liked Medeival art, and the surrealness of saint iconography, and might have gone to wallmart in a saint-candle craze with my roommate, and upon finding an empty shelf where they should have been in the mexican food isle (side note, why are the in the mexican food isle?), tracked down an employee stocking the freezers with green beans and when he asked if he could help me find something I blurted out JESUS CANDLES, and he was slightly taken aback and long story short, my roommate and I ran (actually, ran) around wallmart, until we had five employees involved and finally found some in the clearance rack for 50 cents a piece. And so obviously I bought the last two without looking at them, and when I got back to my dorm and put them on my shelf I realized the artwork was horrific and Jesus had cocker spaniel hair and looked like a creepy hippie and I had to hide it behind my gnome stature because it terrified me and I had the most dissapointing case of buyers regret because I had wanted it SO BAD and it was just…bad. But smelled like roses, so I kept it. 

The moral of this story is to get your saint candles in the hispanic isle at Shop N Save because the artwork is legit.

Being back in my town in the summer is adorable- it’s so quiet and empty, and between it’s natural country charm, quirky town square, and the fact that all the town regulars know each other and greet each other by first name, I sortof feel like I’m in Mayberry. What’s weird is being on the empty campus-I went into the library today and was the only person besides three elderly people using the computers (which reminded me of my grandparents, who, in their small town, make weekly trips to the library to use the computer. Tuesdays are emails-from-the-grandparents days).  My first shipment of Mobius books came today, and I was all excited about this one about Lee (Krasner) and Elaine (de Koonig) until I started reading it and realized it was not, in fact, an art history book, but rather art historical fan fiction wherein the two artists ghosts come back as lesbian lovers to haunt East Hampton. (Weird.) ((I am le disapoint.)) Other odds and ends to happen thus far: 

• met up with a bunch of other people who are staying in town this summer to play sand volleyball outside the abandoned elementary school
• Discovered a cute bookshop in the town square
• ate casserole and watched Glee with one of my professors. 

Now that I think about it, summer so far has consisted mostly of reading lots and getting together with friends, which I can’t complain about. To be continued!