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Hermes

17 Nov

I love an eye catching advertisement. I love fashion. When the two meet? Ooh la la! This campaign from Hermes is swoon-worthy – so modern and hip and full of those classic orange boxes!

It’s a Beautiful day in this Neighborhood

15 Dec

Last Friday, in lieu of decorating my tree, I went to the Heinz History Center in the Strip District. And I shouldn’t say in lieu of decorating. It was more, in lieu of putting the thing up at all. (Don’t fret. The tree did go up last night – after falling 4 times, but more about that later)

The trip was especially fun as I got to see bits from Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. His green sweater is there and his iconic sneakers, but best of all, Trolley was there. It was fun getting to take a close up peak at them – especially since you’ve no real idea of scale for things you see on TV. That show was one of my favorites growing up as I very much wanted to live in Mr. Rogers Neighborhood – no one there ever moved away.

The whole day was like getting to be a kid again. And, like any other 3 and a half year old, I like to push buttons and turn everything on to make noise all at the same time, so I get a little miffed when things don’t work at museums – most of the displays seemed to be out of order, but, to my simultaneous delight and dismay, the Pittsburghese speaking robot worked.

Whomever wrote the script for the robot did their homework, citing the beginning of Pittsburghese as the English of immigrants – mainly from Scotland and the like – which, if you listen closely to todays version, you can still hear. Um. YeeeNo. The robot then began to speak in Pittsburghese and went through way more vocabulary than I wanted to sit through, but I heard words such as nebby, arn, dahntan and yinz, prononced in perfect Pittsburghese and followed by an English explanation.

Right there, that tells me that Pittsburghese is difficult. If you need to translate and the originating language is English … ’nuff said. Well, anyway, the robot gave me a new Pittsburghese word I hadn’t heard. Jine iggle. Obviously from seeing it spelled out, I can figure it out, but before the definition appeared on screen and I had only heard the robot, I had no idea what it was going to tell me the English equivalent was – I learned something new at the Heinz! Thanks Pittsburgh.

The other photos are from their ’60s living room – photographed to show my mom was 60’s designs I am not keen on as she hunts for more retro for my apartment.

One thing that kept crossing my mind, though, was how cool the main hall would be for a wedding reception. Earlier this year, Joe and I got to shoot some senior portraits outside the Heinz and the windows the overlook the strip looked like a nice place to shoot from … but being inside, the main hall would be even better.

There’s a 2 story entrance – the Bride and Groom could walk down the stairs for their big “hello!” plus the added benefit of giving your guests some neat time occupiers while they wait for you during cocktail hour! I’d tour the Lincoln exhibit for at least an hour – btw, Lincoln was a really funny and witty guy. Their special exhibit on him is great! But I digress.

I think Joe and I would have a lot of fun shooting – between the classic Pittsburgh trolley and Conestoga wagon, we’d have so many great pictures. It’s only been a month since our last wedding, but I’m anxious to shoot again … and I don’t know if I can make it til Spring!

Christmas Finds

14 Dec

I got to go to my first Ugly Christmas sweater party this weekend and, wouldn’t you know it, I had no ugly sweater to wear (insert: that’s what you think!) So I went down to the St. Vincent de Paul by my house and scoured the racks for way too long. I found a couple of sweaters, but I felt bad buying them because they were still in great shape – relatively speaking of course – and someone might buy them to legitimately wear. Plus I was looking for something more along the .99 cent tag rack.

Just as I was about to cave and buy a sweater that could’ve comeĀ  straight from my Baba’s closet, I found this sweater vest (on the .99 cent rack!) covered in Santa faces. I’m not sure how someone wore this legitimately the first time around, but they did, and it was probably in the early 90’s with Christmas Light Bulb earrings.

The other big find of the day was this soup tureen. I’ve wanted one since I gifted a tureen to my mother a few years back, but they’re always so expensive and rarely do they have the plate on the bottom. Sometimes they’re crazed and sometimes they’re chipped, but this one was in immaculate condition. Ok, there is a bit of crazing on the plate, but the bowl, lid and ladle are perfect – yay!

I picked it up off the shelf to double check everything and found the stamp on the bottom – Lenox! I found a $150 soup tureen for $14.99. My inner eBay immediately wanted to figure out if there was a profit to be had when my inner girl said, “Nope. That’s mine.”

It’s pretty and it’s all white – so it’s sure to go with everything I’ll ever own – and this was confirmed by the little old lady who stopped to chat my ear off and wanted to see my find. I think she was slightly jealous, but I’d be willing to bet she has her own pretty soup tureen at home preserved with all her other pretty china just waiting for a special occasion, like, if the Pope stops by.

I can’t wait til the first time I get to serve 144 ounces of soup!

Yeah. I said that.

Of the Month

24 Nov

I was browsing around, online shopping if you must, after I found a bit of money burning a hole in my pocket. I have been extremely good this year – Santa, can you hear me? – in not spending those hard earned pennies. Even when I found all my cashmere and wools had been violated by moths. I merely trudged on.

When I needed new pants or work gear, I became a frugalista.

When I wanted new funiture, I thrifted.

In trying to find a home for that money burning so hot I stumbled upon an ultimate gift. Shoes. Every month. For a Year.

It’s almost too much to bear, until you reach the price tag. For a mere $1,800, I could have a new pair of heels delivered to my door each month of 2010 – that works out to $150 per pair. Yikes! I do not currently own any garment that I paid more than $100 for, and those are the heavy hitter items – coats, cashmeres, etc. – and even those I stalked until they were around $100. But $150 pair of shoes each month? I’m sure they’re just gorgeous – especially after having seen all the shoes that came out of their catalog this previous year – but I think it would be daunting to wear a pair of shoes that cost that much – mostly because I would see every pair as having cost $1,800. Though I’m sure I would get over it…

This puts Fruit of the Month clubs to shame!

Welcome, Adele

10 Oct

Adele Marie

Welcome Adele Marie Hydzik!

Born at 6:26 p.m. on Thursday, October 8, 2009 to Allison & Brennen Hydzik.

8 pounds, 3 ounces, 19 inches

Photos by Keith Hodan

Congratulations Allison and Brennen. Your girl is lovely.

Adele Marie and new Mama Allison

Not in a million years

2 Sep

RoethlisbergerPittGirl is back and I simply love what she posted today about Ben Roethlisberger. Either way, I’m sure my sister is glad her argument that he is hot holds water. Unless I can prove that the people who wrote the scientific study (original WSJ article) are related to him and are trying to boost his ratings.

Because D-A-M-N.

Here’s their official list. Notice Bret Great (Favre is Swedish for Great. Which explains why he is second on the list. More on that later.)

The Handsome Meter

Here’s a list of the top 10 best-looking QBs in the NFL, ranked by how symmetrical their faces are, by percentage.

Player, Team Symmetry Rating
Matt Ryan, ATL 99.82%
Brett Favre, MIN 99.78%
Aaron Rodgers, GB 99.59%
Matt Hasselbeck, SEA 99.56%
Kerry Collins, TEN 99.49%
Ben Roethlisberger, PIT 99.43%
Shaun Hill, SF 99.35%
Tom Brady, NE 99.14%
Philip Rivers, SD 99.04%
Kurt Warner, ARZ 98.98%

“Bat” Advice

30 Aug

I’m still a little leary about the bat encounter I had last week and am having trouble sleeping because of it. I keep thinking I hear it at night, while I’m trying to relax and – the thing is – I’m pretty sure he is still in my apartment, though I have no solid proof.

Late last night, after Allison’s Baby Shower Extravaganza, I was laying on the couch when I heard rustling in one of the bags by my living room door. On cue, I flipped out again, thinking the bat had returned to complete the second half of his Indy 500-esque death race around my living room. Normally I would have got myself up and run into the kitchen to grab my colander, but having been at the Baby shower for just under 12 hours, my foot – the burned one – was way too swollen to try and walk. And I’m talking swollen, step and scream-swollen.

During the party, one of the guests pointed out to me that it was a good thing I was in pain. Come again? Wincing, I asked, “How so?” He replied, “Well, if you can still feel it – the pain, I mean – it means there isn’t much nerve damage and you’ll heal!”

It seemed appropriate that a man would offer pain management advice while at a Baby shower with his own pregnant wife. He seemed like a very nice guy – actually talked with me for a bit and not at me – but I wonder what other pain advice pearls he’ll utter when his own wife is the one hurting, push and scream-hurting.

Meantime, I’m still looking for that damn bat – which, I’ve just found out, are popping up in Allegheny County homes. With Rabies. $#!@

Here’s what the ACHD recommends doing if you find a bat in your home:

When a bat is found, wear a pair of heavy-duty rubber gloves and place a container such as a large bowl or empty coffee can over it, slide a piece of cardboard underneath to trap the bat inside, cover the container with a lid or cap, and then submit the bat to the Health Department for testing.

Uh huh. If you find a bat in your house, I bet the first thing you grab is something you can swing to level the playing field and take away his gift of flight – not a pair of rubber gloves. But I would also like to point out that my colander would fit their description of a large bowl – and it’s got a handle to boot. Having read their entire press release about bats and their rabid saliva, I’m grabbing the dish yellows and my colander if he comes back for another qualifying lap of my living room.

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