Today is Maddie’s birthday. My dear, sweet niece is 7 years old. 7!! It feels like only a couple years ago that I met her whiny tush (she was colicky…I’m not just calling her whiny without reason).

So, I’m taking today off and Maddie and I are going to get manicures. After that, we’re getting her ears pierced. After that dinner. And then I’m going to go home and cry because I’m officially considered old. And I don’t like it at all.

Saturday night, Liza and Maddie came down to Brooklyn to visit and we hung out at a coffee shop for a bit. Maddie became a little fixated on this clothesline that had old found polaroids hanging from it. I so badly wanted to buy the piece for her, but clearly I don’t have $800 to spend on art. The way I see it, I can find a few polaroids at stoop sales, stick them on some clothesline and secure them with clothespins. And Voila!–”Art.”

Sean just received several copies of his debut graphic novel (which he wrote and penciled and inked, published by Oni Press). This was very exciting because last time we had checked, it was selling for at least $50 used. Perhaps I should do a give-away of a copy? Thoughts? Anyone interested?

I saw these two framed pieces at one of those tables in Columbus Circle, just outside of Central Park. I’m a huge fan of fashion kitsch, and while the top poster is of Breakfast at Tiffany’s obviously, it still fits in with that 50s/60s fashion style that I love so much. Even though ::gasp:: I wasn’t really a fan of that movie.

As for the bottom poster, Sean took me to see Wicked as my birthday gift a couple years ago…it was our first official “date” after having not seen each other in years. Not only is the show phenomenal, and the poster beautifully designed, but there is that sentimental memory attachment to it as well.