Adult

Yesterday I was hanging up my “no dries” after they were washed. This is a large category and it was a large load of laundry. I realized after the drying rack was nearly full that I was singing, full voiced, Bjork’s “So Broken.” I was really going for it and was at the “trying to run ahead of that heart break train” part when I noticed. I was in the comfort of my kitchen and so was more charmed by myself than embarrassed (laundry and self-satisfaction!) But it made me wonder when and if I am singing mindlessly in other more public parts of my day. 

In the last year or so I’ve realized that I am often dancing in public. I’m not twirling or anything remotely manic pixie dream girlish but rather a slight shuffle or shoulder shrug, sometimes a little more involved hip work but usually it’s the pelvic equivalent of a head bob. I’ve only become aware of this because other people have. I have been caught by cashiers, fellow shoppers, and people in line. They’re nice about it but they see me and let me know I have been spotted shimmying. Maybe when I was younger it was less remarkable. Now I am a LADY bopping the Sprouts’ supplement aisle. My joyfulness is kooky; and kooky is the sexless cousin of the manic pixie dream girl. Which is fine, I love my two pairs of Eileen Fisher pants.

They move beautifully.

GIN!

Cheers

STEAKS!

If you enjoy grilling beef (and eating it, stage 4 from Whole Foods, the happiest non-alive option they have) you will enjoy this rub. 

Yields enough for 2-3 pounds of 1 inch thick steak

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon black pepper

1.5 teaspoon garlic powder

2.5 tablespoons sugar 

I mix everything in a small bowl and apply to one side on each steak, l let the steaks sit for 30 minutes and then flip and rub the other side, after another 30 minutes they hit the grill.

4 minutes a side gets you a rare steak, I usually do 7ish but I’m uptight. 

This is adapted/more or less directly from the 1990s classic Patio Daddy-o

-Bridget

I like this generation of young folk. Their food is terrific, and they find even the most insignificant things “awesome.” I admire their adventuresome quality vis-à-vis fixed-gear bike-riding and their non-prudishness in the face of nudity. Yes, their attention to detail on the fronts of locavorism and beard care can verge on the precious, but I’d much rather have a young Abe Lincoln serve me his roof-grown mâche than I would have an F. Scott Fitzgerald vomit all over my straw boater. Today’s twentysomethings are self-respecting, obvi.

Baby Names—not pregnant

A few years ago my sister turned me on to the blog Marginamia. The author collects interesting names from the world around her; books, movies, blogs, catalogues (The Names of J.Crew).  I credit the blog with helping me become more catholic in my (totally theoretical at this point) name collecting. Marginamia has one entry dedicated to Finnish craftspeople of note and another  to alternatives to Harlow and Marlo. Both entries are equally valid and I am really, seriously, not judging anyone for anything they might name or not name anyone. So today, when the Graceland station on Pandora (may I recommend it, particularly if you are driving over the Cahuenga pass in a fuel efficient vehicle and you are feeling totally fine about aging, so fine you can listen to “Dad Rock”, even though you realize that soon “Dad Rock” will mean something else and Paul Simon and David Byrne will be “Gramps Rock”), I was pleased to listen to 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover. There are some really good names in there:

Jack

Stan

Roy

Gus

Lee

And extrapolating…

Paul

Simon

Cecilia

Julio

Art

Garfunkel

Boxer

TheCapeman

Fifty-ninth Street (first and middle last name)

Just pitching.

xo Bridget

Interior design inspiration via The Shining! Also, coooool gif

Interior design inspiration via The Shining! Also, coooool gif

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It’s not holiday music per se…but I was at a party last night where the Christmas tree was topped with Shiva and so I took an Instagram photo and captioned it “Shiva rides everything” and now here we are. #yipster

(Source: Spotify)

VERY IMPORTANT PERFUME UPDATE (VIPU)

I have been wearing a perfume that the internet feels strongly about. For any serious sniffer, it’s old news. Bvlgari Black was released in 1998 and Luca Turin thinks it’s a masterpiece. Here is what the internet says: “sexy, rubber, leather, smoked tea, freak show, soft, vanilla, boring, not that interesting, weird, wow, NOT BEING DISCONTINUED, my hubs wears it too.” 

Since I last wrote about perfumes I have sampled and consistently worn the following: Arquiste Anima DulcisSanta Maria Novella Tabaccco ToscanoAedes de Venustas EDP

And currently Bvglari Black, mostly because Tabacco Toscano was repeatedly referred to as “Bvlgari Black lite” so I thought I’d try it. If it was Bvlgari black-light I would have run, not walked. 


-Bridge

It’s like something your yoga teacher tells you

Last month I shot a commercial for a product I can’t name doing something I can’t talk about. Hopefully, it will run. I had to hold this unnamed product a certain way to make sure it was in the shot along with my approachable and “charactery” face. It was a close-up and I had to maneuver my arm in a very unnatural way to make it work. Then the camera moved and we did another take. The director of photography asked me to raise the product. I was still in the aforementioned unnatural position and couldn’t really get the product any higher with my arm smushed against my body, “I can’t.” I said. 

"Move your elbow, Bridget." He said. "And don’t say can’t."

I was embarrassed. He was right, that was all I had to do. But I was locked into the first position and hadn’t considered I only had to move. I hated being so obviously and stupidly rigid and obtuse. I have had the good fortune to use my arm for 29 years; I know how it works. Even if “don’t say can’t” sounds like an affirmation and therefore is an immediate enemy of mine, he had a point. Perhaps one doesn’t want to, or it seems impossible, or has never been done, but you know, sí, se puede. 

Move your elbow and don’t say can’t. Now exhale into chaturanga dandasana, really feeling the floor beneath you. 

The first time I heard Oingo Boingo was in my mom’s station wagon on Valley Vista. Later I learned that Danny Elfman was the lead singer. I believe in potential, I believe in humanity’s drive towards growth, and you can’t sing in undershirts forever. American Bandstand will get canceled and it will no longer be 1982. Danny Elfman won a Grammy for the Desperate Housewives theme. Google suggests you are also looking for Tim Burton when you search for him. If the band breaks up, you might as well keep going.

-Bridget 

(Source: Spotify)

Well, this is neat. Nothing says summer like a patrician pelican. 
-Bridget

Well, this is neat. Nothing says summer like a patrician pelican. 

-Bridget

(Source: cvilletochucktown, via crushculdesac)

I was such an embarrassing francophile for so long (depuis si longtemps), but because I was mostly a teenager during that time (pendant ce temps) I can forgive myself. I grew up. I switched to Italian, I got as far as il congiuntivo. I had no language requirement. A handsome Parisian told me I spoke French like a Canadian (so what! Everyone loves Montreal). But there is something about a duvet (no top sheet) and a Matisse on the wall. C’est très romantique, n’est pas? At least for those of us who spent 10th grade wishing we could dream in French. 
bises,
Bridget

I was such an embarrassing francophile for so long (depuis si longtemps), but because I was mostly a teenager during that time (pendant ce temps) I can forgive myself. I grew up. I switched to Italian, I got as far as il congiuntivo. I had no language requirementA handsome Parisian told me I spoke French like a Canadian (so what! Everyone loves Montreal). But there is something about a duvet (no top sheet) and a Matisse on the wall. C’est très romantique, n’est pas? At least for those of us who spent 10th grade wishing we could dream in French. 

bises,

Bridget

Happy 4th from my charred jalapeños in tequila! Have a safe, sane holiday.
B.

Happy 4th from my charred jalapeños in tequila! Have a safe, sane holiday.
B.

Fiona! Hello again! 

(Source: Spotify)

We love each other.

We love each other.