Wow! My last day is tomorrow! That totally snuck up on me. I will try to report back tomorrow on my last meal (Conde cafeteria stirfry, of course). But for today's second-to-last countdown-to-funemployment, I wanted to share my new business cards! I really appreciate all of your help and advice. Here's what I went with:
My very talented friend Karin Satrom did the design, and the fine folks at The Mandate Press
printed 'em. You can't tell from the pictures but it's thinly edged in
hot pink. I heart them. And they were a total steal as far as
letterpress goes ($95 for 250 cards).
So about that last post. I was just joshing you, kids. My friends and family were more thoughtful and generous than I could even handle this year (and every year, for that matter). The best gift of all though was the sense of security that their presence brought in the face of 2010's horizon of uncertainty.
And in that spirit, I'd like to share a few of the things given and received around my house this year.
Gift 1: Reclaimed vintage cake plate
My sister inherited my Mom's gift for baking. We're talking pumpkin whoopee pies, bacon-pretzel-chocolate cupcakes, Nutella poundcake. The works. When I found this cake stand back in September, I ordered it right away. It just seemed so her -- homey and creative and cheerful and ready to take on an entire tray of warm chocolate chip cookies. This particular one was just right because it was made with a New York souvenir plate from the 60s. Stylegarden has similar offerings available in her etsy shop for only $32. My current favorite is the sunny Hawaii stand:
Gift 2: Handmade quilt
Every year, after Christmas Eve mass, Dorito salad with my cousins, and a rowdy drive home, my Mom distributes the annual Christmas PJs. This year, my sister decided to give back by piecing years and years of pajamas together into a quilt for my parents. She worked tirelessly, and it's just such a special way to display so many good memories.
Gift 3: Unicorn Rock
My friend Wes Burdine let us all benefit from his family's handmade gift exchange by passing along copies of the children's album he wrote and recorded for his niece. There are unicorns, there is a bug that sings like Tom Waits, there is an imaginary brass band. It is more amazing than a one-horned mythical creature. Behold:
Forgive the crappy picture, but my G10 is in the shop, and all I have is my iPhone. Anyway, I spent Christmas day chatting with my grandmother about the 40s, how she met my grandfather, and elbow length gloves. It turns out we're the same size, so she went to her drawer and gave me these beautiful gloves as well as a soft mink collar. Speechless. Also fun: a YSL eye shadow set made to look like a vintage luggage tag (thanks Colleen #2!), and a glass CB2 globe that I've used to display feathers I collected in Africa. These are a few of my (new) favorite things.
Gift 5: Graceland Blue Christmas Champagne
This might be the best present I've ever received. Sister, you are the best.
I held off on purchasing this bag (pictured above) because it was Christmas and you're not supposed to buy things for yourself on Christmas (see also: impending funemployment). I very clearly dropped large hints via emails, wishlists, and blog posts making it obvious that this bag should find its way into my grubby little hands. Not only did you not listen, one of you purchased the bag for yourself BEHIND MY BACK. How could you? How will I ever live without its sweet embroidery, its contours perfect for toting my new mini-computer? Oh the humanity!!!
Do you really want to enter the new year knowing that you deprived your devoted blogger of her perfect bag? Send it to its rightful owner immediately or suffer the consequences. Alternately, I would accept this (pictured below) in exchange.
This year, severe procrastinatory impulses led me to blow off writing assignments in favor of holiday craft projects. We constructed paper chains out of old magazines and made an (almost-completed) garland of mini purple tissue paper flowers. I used some feathers collected in Tanzania to make simple glass ornaments (thank you CB2). But by far my favorite Christmas activity is making snowflakes. I approach obsessive-compulsive heights of exactitude, we're talking Edward Scissorhands here, kids. For those of you that want the look with less work, check out this DIY project made with vintage doilies from one of my favorite blogs, Dos Family. Purty, right? Sigh. I'm all reindeers and marshmallows this year kids. I mean, I am just all up in the Christmas spirit.
As you know, we here at Nana Banana support anything of the tatted, tall, dark, and handsome variety. Also, leather jackets. So it's a shocker that it's taken us this long to feature today's Man Candy special, the motorcycle man.
NOTE: Nana Banana does not apologize for the barrage of bad puns that is about to take place. Put on your big girl chaps, it's gonna be a rough ride.
Dear Skinny Tie, you can rev my engine any day.
Dear Funny Hat, finish that cigarette so you can come work on my gears.
Dear Hot Tatts, how do you feel about chaps?
Dear Happy Face, your smile is too cute for me to make a dirty joke. Lets smooch.
Dear Road Trippers, is there room for three?
Dear Farm Boy, how bout we park that thing and go for a real ride.
Dear cute brothers, I'm really sorry I objectified all of your friends, I just got so worked up around all those loud engines and grease and leather. I think I just need a cold shower...care to join me?
PS - Thanks to motorcycle Mark for the pics...and for being a good sport about the captions. And if anyone out there is newly inspired to take up riding, check out this website.
We're coming into the home stretch kids. Time to buy, buy, buy before you board those buses and planes for your holiday homecomings. I have one more roundup of awesome stuff to spend the rest of your cash on. These are the things that I'm praying go on after-Christmas firesale, so I can blow my dough and head into 2010 all fancy-style.
I judge books by their covers. And this has an awesome one. Alas, it's out of print and only available used. Must be snatched up before it goes to that great publishing house in the sky ($59.43).
It's funny, because I do, indeed, take the biscuit. I would like to peruse my pretty Africa book, while sipping hazelnut coffee out of this baby. And then a plate of Arcade biscuits and gravy would be magically teleported from Memphis and I could die a happy person. Help my dream come true ($38 for the mug, teleportation extra).
I am a firm believer in the maxim that the best gifts are those that you'd never buy yourself. Like, say, graphic printed stirrup woolen thigh-highs...for $110. They're pricey but they're amazing, and how great would they look when I'm all cozy with my biscuit mug and my teleported Arcade breakfast and Elvis shows up to croon a little "In the Ghetto," while I contemplate my dire financial straits? I mean, a girl's gotta look her best in a situation like that.
So after Elvis and I finish breakfast, he invites his friend Dolly, who arrives in her magical butterfly tourbus to pour me a cup of ambition. We sit around and customize these necklaces ($85) with hot pink thread and then do a dance number with lots of hair flips and jazz hands.
Ok, ok. If I'm not gonna have Dolly and The King to guide me through the stormy months ahead, I'll have to stay calm and rely on myself. TCB and all that business. I think one of these yoga mats would help me keep things in perspective ($45).
What do you think kids? What's left of your holiday wishlists? Hmmm???
My globetrotting Dad takes a mean pic, has style for miles, and a superhuman tolerance for spice. Here are a few things that I would love to buy him if I weren't hurtling towards funemployment. Instead, I'll probably end up giving him the gift of my sweet smile, when I'm living on the couch and passing out with a bag of Cheetos and a can of Bud each night.
This gift would be less an act of generosity and more an act of self-preservation. I've seen the way that he stares covetously at my beloved Power Shot. If I buy him the new model ($439.95), I will be left in peace, with my little miracle camera. Shoots like an SLR, small like a point-and-click.
He could carry the G11 in this classic Filson Wool Field Bag ($240). I feel like every dude should own a Filson.
Sorry for the late-in-the-day posting friends. Nana Banana is coming to you from the depths of the world's most spectacular hangover. We're talking room-spinning, face-hurting, not-even-a-McDonalds-value-meal-can-fix-this hangover. This hangover makes me want my Mom, who would probably smack me upside the head and tell me to lay off the special sauce. But still. I want Mama Clark to come make it all ok again. And in return, I would give her one of these awesome Christmas presents. What do you say Eileen? Deal? Yeah, didn't think so.
I cannot remember for the life of me where I got this picture from. But it's a cute bag, right? Maybe when I emerge from the booze haze I'll figure out who made it. Or where it's sold. But in the meantime, you'll just have to look at the cute floral bag that you can't buy.