to be a little hut, when the winter gets cold

The photo that I’m using for the front page of the site right now was taken this summer in Skanör, Sweden. Skanör is a cute little seaside town, so close to the southern tip of Sweden that you can actually see the Danish coast on a clear day. It’s gorgeous, and windy, and within walking distance of Falsterbo, which is where my sister-in-law grew up. (Lucky woman.)

The beach huts are tiny, and there are hundreds of them all along the coastline.

putting the f in flyaways

One of my friends sent this pic of me yesterday. It’s almost 30 years old and he snapped it with his ipad out of a photo album. I don’t know where it was taken; it could be Stockholm, or Göteborg, or Brighton on the south coast of England. Maybe it’s Göteborg, in the fall of 1985. We shared an apartment for six months and spent a lot of time together. Plus it’s windy, and Göteborg is always windy.

I don’t remember those shades, but I can see I’m wearing something black, with shoulder pads. (It’s the 1980s, after all.) Whatever I’m wearing it’s likely I made it myself out of army surplus linen, dyed black. I remember the earrings. Geometrical, plastic, black.

Apart from the shoulder pads I see my own students. Big shades, long hair, fresh face.

the new york yellow

I’ve had this site bookmarked forever, and last night I went over there to have a look. Fretting over prices, and import rules, I gave up. Then I went to my favorite auction site (no link for them because they really don’t need more exposure) and found the one I REALLY wanted for a fraction of the price. Thanks, disappointed bag buyer in New York! I’m sure this will make us both very happy.