Saturday, March 27, 2010

leave this to the professionals

I have a love/hate relationship with cobblers. The things I love include shiny new looking heels, tap-tap-tapping with a little hammer, the cluttered old-fashioned atmosphere of a really good shop, the stories that cobblers tell about Eastern Europe. I love the idea of repairing my tattered old treads so that they end up being sold in a vintage store someday. [Note: this is pretty funny since I actually get grossed out by shoes in consignment shops. I know, I know -- personal quirk.]

I don't like:
  1. being chastized for not taking better care of my shoes -- I live in a city with cobblestones, what do you want from me?

  2. being criticized for buying cheap shoes that they then must repair -- this does not make sense to me since if I didn't have cheap shoes for them to repair all the time they would be out of business.

  3. listening to 25 minutes of stories about Eastern Europe when I have, in actuality, only 10min of time to drop off my shoes to have them repaired.

In the new frugalista fashion that is all the rage these days, I was thrilled to buy a pair of shoes that actually came with replacement heel tips. I had ground down my favorite pair of heels and was keen to use my own tiny hammer to fix them up.

Heel one was a breeze. I happily admired my handiwork as I sat in the middle of the living room floor surrounded by pliers, my tiny hammer, and bits of plastic.

Heel two, um, not so much. I am now left with one heel that looks lovely and which I satisfyingly replaced on my own, and another that is maimed beyond my own repair and may need special surgery from a real cobbler. A real cobbler who will berate me for attempting to do this myself. I have learned my lesson. I will leave this to the professionals and pretend that a little gnome (Gnome? Elves? Who fixes shoes?) is working behind the scenes with a tiny hammer and a song....


Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Do you like me? Please check this box...

I'm bored, so I've been thinking -- I'm going to ask this guy out. I would like him to take me on a date. I can plan it, but whatever, I would still like him to take me on it.

Pete, will you go out with me?



I will go out with you if your husband turns you down free polls

I hope he will say yes, especially since I am asking him in such a public forum. OK, I am waiting.

Fyi, I am free both Friday and Saturday.


Monday, March 15, 2010


not good

Please note on the map above that I live almost directly under the yellow splotch. It's been a bit rainy here. In fact I am home minding the bowls that are catching the drips that seem to be coming through the walls. No joke. Three of our east facing windows are leaking. Ah well.

Then, there's this:

much better

Looking forward to enjoying daylight savings for the first time -- I'll be able to actually see the sun set an hour later!


Friday, March 12, 2010

life is a highway


Pete and I decided to save a tree from our google map printouts and pony up for a Global Positioning System to send us on our way. Yet another step deeper into the 21st century for us. Poor Pete, we bought it last weekend and I have refused to let him use it yet (we have only gone to work, and I know how to get there, sigh).

Before we set out, I'm looking forward to giving our Garmin a personality. Would we want a Yeti to guide us? I was looking for Mr. T...

We're looking at a rainy Saturday so think we'll take a roadtrip somewhere to test it out. Any ideas Boston folks? Where is that "book mill" place...?


Friday, March 5, 2010


Voted "most useful kitchen tool..."

Yesterday, as we left the apartment to head to work, Pete threw my umbrella out with the recycling. I was waiting for him around the corner from our bins. He rounded the side of our building, said: "Your umbrella is in the recycling," and seemed to want to continue on his way.

"What do you mean, 'your umbrella is in the recycling'?" I asked.

"I don't know, it was just in the recyling and so now it is in the bottom of the recycling bin. You must have put it in there."

We stared at each other for a bit. "Let's just leave it," Pete sort of half-asked.

Incredulous stare from Leah.

I am a bit slow in the morning. I had just fixed my umbrella, was quite proud of it and knew durn well that I would not have accidentally put it in the recycling which resides in a small trash can under our sink, rather than in the closet or on the doorknob where my umbrella typically hangs out. Very confused.

Now, picture the two of us, in our work clothes, carrying our respective purse and manbag, peering into the depths of the 4' deep recycling bin at my poor umbrella. It was pretty empty so the umbrella was way far down there. I looked at Pete. He knew this meant: get my umbrella out of there.

We sort of half-heartedly tried to reach into the bin without touching the side. I started rocking it and tipping it to see if I could get the brella to roll up the side a bit. I traipsed around the building looking for sticks to fish it out with, but to no avail.

More staring at each other. Wondering what we could use to get it out.

"Get the tongs," I said.

He did. He got the tongs and he rescued my umbrella. They really are the most useful tool you can have in your kitchen. Still no idea how the umbrella went in the recycling.



Thursday, March 4, 2010

instant gratification

Zappos free overnight shipping upgrade
DiGiorno pizza
Snapfish pick up photos in-store
friend blogs

Sometimes you just need a bit of instant gratification. What are your go tos when you need a fix?