A sore replacement for the sun, but I’ll take it.

Kind of a useless shot – but I think it speaks of my tiny craving for the glamorous life.

Yesterday was orientation at the Park Slope Co-op, the largest co-op in the U.S. hovering around the 14,000 member mark. Offering ridiculously cheap, locally produced food, it has a mountain of rules which must be followed or you may find yourself suspended quicker than you can fry an egg. The selection is impressive, but I didn’t see any quail eggs (a favorite snack of mine) like they have at the outdoor markets in Thailand. I’ll make do.

After a trip to the dentist, I thought I’d treat myself to some cute things from this awesome Japanese book store in midtown. I can never have enough cute things in my life. Even the word ‘cute’ is cute to me.