Sheryl Decterow

I’ve had a number of very heavy grocery trips while Daniel is working during a day off of mine, but this one took the pancakes that I bought organic whole wheat pastry flour for. (I read the labels of various flours and realised all I really use flour for is baking, so…) And it doesn’t help when I find fabulously original things like DRY Soda’s lavender soda on the shelves, which make you buy them simply because of how persistently you doubt they’re actually as good as they sound. (Oh but it is.) Nor when you’re addicted to mangoes and watermelon. I’m always a little worried about breaking my collarbone again during these trips, but I suppose I am even more determined to endure them to strengthen it…

On the subject of mangoes: the other day I made what I’ll shorthand Heidi’s “quinoa-meal” (because it is so like my favourite way to eat oatmeal: blueberries and nuts and maple syrup) with our sweet, stringy, succulent yellow friends instead of berries, and I highly recommend you do so as well. Ms. Swanson’s blog functions as my second most-used turn-to recipe source. I wonder how many of us there are out there! Someday I will order her first cookbook because of how interested in grains I am getting, and because of her method of writing very basic, malleable recipes. The time certainly comes soon…

Some recent things:

We are trying out and loving cinnamon toothpaste :) Fennel isn’t quite astringent enough for a toothpaste, honestly.

Two brilliant concerts, quite the opposite of one another: Saul Williams and the Minnesota Orchestra’s performance of Schubert and Mahler. I told Daniel at the latter that I wouldn’t mind naming a male son Gustav, but I’m still fondest of Odin. For a girl we like Esther, for various commonly meaningful reasons but especially because I can sing Madonna’s “Little Star” to her every bedtime until she is old enough to do it better than me. Anyway! Saul was totally intimate and immediate and electric and erotic and had the best stage presence of any performer I’ve seen, and he ended the show with his encore: the first thing I ever heard him speak, ,said the shotgun to the head. He came out with a gorgeous headdress and gradually shed much of his attire. What a metaphor. He is such an insightful, important artist. Dan found out about the orchestra at the last moment, and bought the last-ish four tickets which naturally were also the four worst seats. But for listening to sounds in a good venue that doesn’t matter anyway. Ah, the kicker – when we arrived and picked up our tickets… someone in the front row must have cancelled, and so all that was between us and the harps was the hop onto the stage! Harp-plucking is such a beauty to watch. I was really quite distracted by it. Overall a huge treat… I hadn’t seen an orchestra since the tenth grade, on a choir/band trip to Vancouver. And were we all too young and antsy and on a holiday with all the people we spend the days with and full of deep fried chicken feet!… Or at least Andrew was so daring… good times…

Finally caved in to these shirred-butt undies from American Apparel, partly justifying the investment as research. And you know what? They are so comfortable! It makes so much sense! Other undies are so baggy. There are two cheeks! Bras have two cups. So why don’t panties have two sections? Well I guess thanks to American Apparel, and myself in the future because I can get 100% organic cotton jersey and make the leg holes higher and wider, there are now… aren’t there?
Closer and closer I get to the perfect undies :)

I maayyy become the manager of the bakery I work at :) boy do we need a formal one, and boy could I use the experience. Work has been particularly nutty lately, particularly work-all-day-with-one-ten-minute-break-and-still-you-can’t-possibly-accomplish-everything-that-ought-to-be-done. A day off was sweet, and what a sweet warm day for it. As usual I met Daniel for lunch, for which I ingested the most yuuuuUMAMI-licious turkey wild rice soup. My favourite soup. The time we spent together afterward seemed to last forever.

Later he registered us at a gym, because I want to swim every single day.

I am kind of curious about ordering earrings from the people I derived my wooden crochet hooks from, which they finish in the same pretty way. Something neat I have ordered recently and definitely is this stamp set from Hero Arts that I will use for the labels on the sold attire I produce for my attire label, the lack of which has been holding me back from finishing projects. The garment and the description and endorsement of the garment are one expression…

Daniel is working on ripping out some music from his soul :) Lots and lots of music, all the music that built up inside him while he succumbed to the corporate succubus. It is a wonderful thing to hear. Who needs human babies? Not us. He has sound, and I have yarn… and the equipment is as expensive as 2.5 children…

I need to write to his aunt.