Monday, March 26, 2012
The Bus Stops Here
Apparently you guys love the bus. And who can blame you? Not I. Seems like half of my sister's friends are bus-ing it right now, and I can't say that I'm immune to the allure of the bus myself. Something about the formerly speedy gas-guzzler being immobilized, made home-y, or maybe lounging about in a space that once dragged kids to school against their wills...something about it adds a frisson to the daily proceedings.
The bus that Mali dwells in was quite tricked out by her landlord and there are traces of his kids everywhere. The five (three kids, two grown-ups) of them outgrew the bus quickly (with the addition of an adorable new member), to the advantage of my sis. Lucky duck. Maybe the energetic, adventurous vibes of the bus were left by the kids. They certainly have some to spare.
The property that The Bus is on, also hosts a number of other dwellings, including another bus and the former abode of one of Mali's old teachers. Who, judging from this house, was none other than Babayaga.
It's like a quilt, upright in plywood.
What do we do for fun, you ask, in between lazy bouts? Smoke herbal tobacco from C.'s corncob pipe, of course.
And drink coffee drinks in all extremes. The Kid is fully responsible for making me a caffeine fiend again. Stuff's more addictive than crack.
With eclectic reminders of its past inhabitants (stickers, bunk-beds) and Mali's own impeccably cute taste, the bus really is quite sweet.
Check out this art collection: embroidery owls, florals, boats, diving girls, a Bill Murray print that I got for her from Clever Nettle...
Did I say eclectic? Mishmash. Hodgepodge. All those adorable things, odd couplings, yet perfect for each other. Girl's got a good eye.
And here is our upstairs loft. Mali generously offered it to us, taking one of the bunks below. Pretty sweet.
A little fire-escape that leads straight to the roof. Needless to say the cat's a fan.
She generally seems to enjoy this giant climbing tree of a house and the thicket outside. Different from her usual haunts.
Unlike a lot of bus-abodes this one does have some non-narrow space, with the add-on kitchen, beautifully flooded with light.
I hope Mali adds her own bus-portrait to the collection.
Craft and TV-watching nook. We're heavily into the X-Files right now. Anybody recognize That 70s Snuggie?
Kissa's heavily into napping. Now and forever.
Spring time blooms everywhere around us. Especially in Mali's wardrobe where I was thieving today.
Like sister like little sister, right? Especially when it comes to prairie frocks.
Speaking of prairie frocks, this mailman type sketchy guy brought me an adorable package from Nicole today. Decorated by her lovely daughter. I was pleased as punch just seeing the little illustration.
I got to say, I feel so blessed with each of her packages, as you may recall, Nicole's shop is every vintage-lovin' girl's dream come true and each of her packages makes me feel like I have a special tiny branch of Crimson and Clover at my doorstep. In addition to giving me my quite possibly favorite ever dress (now that's a feat!). She gave me a Gunnes and a gorgeous batik/tie-dye dress last year and damn if there wasn't a second set of those in this package!
Watch me jump for joy!
Nicole is also responsible for most of my favorite jewellery. Her crystals and bone feather and Aladdin's lamps adorn my neck more often than not and now she's added another beauty to my collection (Here I was working at little book necklaces-hers is sublime!).
Thank you so much dear Nicole. A much needed injection of joy to my little traveling wardrobe. Now I don't have to keep stealin' from The Kid.
Bus over and out. There's X-files on TV.