I love the new Arcade Fire, but god, it's depressing. It's the Interpol Effect.
So, I have some bullets for you, but I still don't feel much like writing. Everything that comes out sounds impossibly stupid. There seems to be some flux happening, creatively, and I don't know if I'm getting worse or better but I've been through this before and I know that it ends so I'm just trying to let it happen and not be too hard on myself. My, how I can run on.
1. Naomi cut her hair. Her 20's bob was growing out and I've been meaning to trim it. She's been hinting at wanting a short, short haircut, "like Ellen at the park". One day last week things got very quiet for awhile and it turned out that she had found my haircutting scissors and was working away, intently, at her hair. She got tired about halfway through and asked for help.When I found her, she had on side shorn completely off, and the other side was still long. Very Edward Scissorhands. I only know how to do one haircut, so now she's got a pixie, just like Mommy.
2. I need a new stroller*. It's in bad shape. The right handle lost its purchase on the frame and now swivels. I was all ready with the duct tape but then I realized that the swivel is helpful in steering one handed over city sidewalks. There's more refined control. Interesting. Anyway. At that stage the damage was still charmingly punk rock. But there's also wheel that is about to be worn down to the plastic. And then the wheel on the other side popped off completely. I thought that would be the end, but no, the ol' Maclaren is still going, running on six and a half wheels and a broken handle. Once I have money again I'm going to buy a new Maclaren, one of the cheaper models, maybe one step above the Volo. Advice? Recommendations?
3. Jo was lured down to the city by the promise of cheap camisoles. The camisoles were purchased and then, later, more camisoles were purchased because, at 9.99, it would be foolish not to stock up, right? That there were two separate visits, one before gathering Naomi from school and one after, had NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with the picture, which is now still next to the elevator but facing another direction, so one must walk through the men's section to get the full, um, effect.
* I took pictures, but I cna't seem to find them. Boo.