How About Some Color?

Hi, people. It's me, Summer. I'm still alive and not an angsty black and white drawing with words surrounding it like a mispelled SWARM. Didja miss me?

It's been a hard and good month behind the black and white curtain. I got some stuff done (with more still to do), I got bigger in the middle, and a little more NUTS in a sleep deprived way. Other exciting things you missed:

I read lots and lots and lots of books.

Our cat Mama Kitty had to wear a lampshade. It was so sad I couldn't stop GIGGLING every time she walked by. She wasn't so much pissed as BAFFLED for the 4 days she had to wear it. I love that the official name for it is an ELIZABETHAN collar. I assure you, my cat did not resemble Cate Blanchette in the least:
We also went to a book buying party in a private bookstore hosted by my friend Felicia. It was one of those places that make me fall in love with New York all over again. A man has a tiny rent controlled apartment in the Upper East Side, and an affinity for old books--so what does he do? He crams the apartment with WALL TO WALL books ranging from first editions to old paperbacks and has an invitation-only store as a HOBBY.
I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven. I want my apartment to be so full of books. To get started, I bought some treasures, like a first edition of John Cheever's stories and this dynamic duo:
Oh delicious $3.00 orange paperbacks! I also bought a beautiful John Updike book and when Michael the owner was putting it in a bag, he was explaining how certain styles and designs of books end up being a sort of emotional marker for him as time goes on. Then he paused and looked at the book and said, "I'm actually kind of sorry to see this one go." The man SPEAKS MY LANGUAGE.

Other adventures included Central Park walking and watching the leaves change:

And so MUCH running around with HEAD CUT OFF! Also, as a side note, when I went "off-line" so to speak, I had dreams about bloggers! I dreamed that Ariel and her dad were showing me the best places to go hot tubbing in Seattle. I went to a party and informed Maggie Mason that her son Hank's diaper needed a change. Keri Smith and Andrea Scher were helping me decide if I should move to Vermont. I don't know what this means, or if this is some indication that I NEED A LIFE, but I thought it was funny.

Anyway, I am back and there is lots to share so stay tuned.