This is just so pretty, I had to share. I'm tempted to get this for the front parlor / music room. I love the crewel work on the shade, and the Chinese vase shape of the glass base. Pottery Barn, $99 (base) + $39 (shade).

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I have a recurring daydream. It makes no sense at this point in my life, for a multitude of reasons, and I do know that, so you don't have to tell me. But I keep thinking about it, wistfully. So I'm going to describe it here, and you can tell me how crazy it is, but also how lovely it would be, if only life were different. Okay? Maybe describing it will let me put it out of my head for a while.

It starts with me buying a house in Oak Park. Not a big house -- in fact, a house about the size we're living in right now. Maybe a tiny bit bigger. Right in this Arts District neighborhood, but ideally on Harrison Street, to get foot traffic. I'm not sure how much that would cost, but let's say $300,000. I don't, by the way, have an extra $300,000 lying around. That's the first reason not to do this. Neither do I have the money for property tax, or the money I'd need to buy supplies and inventory, or the business acumen to deal with what's to come -- but never mind, never mind. This isn't about the practicalities, since this would never happen. We're just dreaming here.

Odds are, it'll be a little beat up, but I'll have fun knocking down some walls on the first floor, opening it up a little. Making it beautiful, the way we are with our house. That first floor will have a tiny kitchenette, a sunny cafe area in the back, overlooking the backyard. The backyard will have a cuttings garden and a vegetable garden and a few more cafe tables. The rest of the first floor will have an ADA-compliant restroom (and hmm...that also means I probably need to figure out some way to install a small ramp in the front of the building), and a little store space. Not a ton -- just enough to sell coffee, chai, samosas, sweets, maybe a bit of soup and sandwich. Not a lot of selection -- one soup a day, perhaps, changing as the mood hits me. Two sandwiches -- one with meat, one without. Oh, and some fruit -- I so often want fruit in a cafe. Kevin would make sure the coffee was up to the highest standards. We might even serve a little wine and beer -- just a small selection of each.

The rest of the first floor would display and sell pretties. What kind of pretties? Whatever I felt like. So there would be a rack with some beautiful yarns and some basic crochet hooks and knitting needles. There would be a little lovely fabric, and maybe some pretty papers and cards. Hand-made items by local artisans. Inexpensive jewelry. Bookmarks and tea cozies. Favorite board games, like Settlers of Cataan. Flowering houseplants, and in season, some cut flowers for sale. There would be imported Sri Lankan decor all over the place, in hand-carved wood and stone. Elephants and peacocks and flowers. A riot of warm color in winter, and a serene cool escape in summer.

And then there are the upstairs rooms. First, they're lined with bookshelves, selling both new and used books. A small selection of new books, mostly used. And the only books you'll find there are books I've read and loved myself. Books I can personally recommend and go on about at length. There'll also be some art on the walls, by local artists, but again, only art I actually like. One room also has a large round table, with chairs to seat a dozen. That's the class room, and in the evenings and on weekends, we'll have knitting and crochet and other fiber arts classes -- and also writing classes, which occasionally, I'll teach. Maybe some board game sessions too. (Hmm...maybe two square tables that we can push together would be better.) A second room will have a few comfy armchairs, but also a lot of small chairs and other low seating. Plus quite a few secondhand toddler / pre-school toys. The books on the lower shelves there will all be kid books, and while we'll ask that you not take food upstairs, drinks are fine. There's one more room upstairs, but it's just a tiny, cozy reading room. One comfy chair, and a desk that faces the window. When someone else is minding the shop, I might come up there, close the door, and do some writing.

Twice a month, in the evenings, we'd have group folksinging / roundsinging, because yes, I am just that geeky. In the summer, out back, we'd clear away the tables and get a local fiddler and dance.

And that's it, my little dream of a cafe / bookstore / flower shop / arts center / writing studio / etc. and so on. I live in the perfect place for such a thing, but have neither the money nor the time to actually do it. Money could perhaps be found -- I gather banks like to give loans to small businesses. But my time is booked up for the foreseeable future. So it's going to stay a daydream for now. Also, because I'm pretty sure it would lose money, rather than make it. Oh, and I'd hire my friends to work here part-time, so that I'd have interesting people to chat with when business was slow and I didn't feel like writing.

(There's a version of this where the house is bigger, and the third floor has three bedrooms that I let out for a bed-and-breakfast. 'Cause if you're going to dream, why not dream big? :-)

It's never going to happen, but just for the record, I would call it Serendipity.

(That's also the name of my spaceship.)

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First there was this:

And there was this:

Then XKCD did this:

And Olga Nunes sang a fully-animated this:

And now some fabulous folks, including a few friends of mine and a whole lot of geek icons, did this:

Just yay. I don't even watch the Discovery channel, but watching that second video made me cry. Again.

Line-by-line list of participants.

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Okay, this is the quickest little cute crochet project -- and also the easiest, since all you need to know is the most basic chain stitch. I love this cowl, "Loop D' Loops":

Thanks so much to designer Ashlee Deetz for giving away this fabulous little pattern. Now I feel like I ought to buy something from her Etsy store in thanks, since I suspect I'll be making a lot of these as gifts. This one took about two hours and was completely mindless crochet in front of the tv (Smallville's Absolute Justice special, watched both for pleasure and for inspiration for my own superhero story revision that I'm working on today, episode only interrupted about three times by Anand).

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Per last entry, Kevin came home early, when I was marinating the steak. So I asked him if he could take over the cooking, so I could pump and then have a glass of wine with dinner; I'd opened a bottle of Yellowtail shiraz for the steak marinade (note, this is a good, simple marinade, but I cut the soy sauce in half, because various reviews said it was too salty, and ours came out perfect). (If I'd had the glass of wine first, then no pumping for three hours. Sequence becomes critical.) Kev asked if he could take a shower first. I said sure, if he didn't care about roasting potatoes or prepping green beans. He decided he'd rather be clean than have vegetables, which was fine with me.

So he took Kavi up to the bathroom with him, and she drew on the tub with her bath crayons while he took a long shower, and I pumped and watched Bones while the baby slept. And then Kev came down and grilled the steak while I drank half a glass of wine and it was so good. We ate the steak on toasted bread with melted swiss cheese, and it was delicious, and neither of us missed the green beans or potatoes at all. And then I toddled off to bed and crashed hard for seven hours, until Kevin shook me awake at 4:30 a.m., because I was so tired I didn't even hear the baby howling. And then I came down and got Anand and made him milk and snuggled him and changed his diaper and put him back to sleep for his early morning hour-long nap. And now I have a brief window to use the bathroom and make tea and eat something and find my slippers and pump milk and say good morning to you all, all hopefully before he wakes up and needs me again. And so it goes.

I'll make something with vegetables today, I promise.

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