tuesday.

also the new url for this blog is:
leigh-patterson.com/blog and will be updated from that location. starting now!

tuesday.

recently brought to my attention:
-people who have the day job of monitoring rotisserie chickens at chain grocery stores.
-people who believe there is a significant extraterrestrial population living in san antonio.
-people who lead double lives.

worth thinking about.

monday.

despite enjoying keeping things close to myself until they are complete, am sharing this now:
i have built a little website at leigh-patterson.com
it is monday again but there are new opportunities afoot. stay tuned!
pieces by Keisuke Iwata//these were shown to be me by amelia via this website.

friday.

all true: in my office there is a dime-sized green button attached to a string hanging from a hook on the wall. i have been instructed not to push it. today i pushed it and nothing happened.

thursday.

good news: my roommate heather just got this loom.

wednesday.

things have moved swiftly. i have flown across the country in a plane without air conditioning, collected smooth stones on the texas coast, and learned how to knit. now i would like a little peace and quiet, please, and some time to wash my bathmat.

(image)

friday.

lately:

-a box of family photo slides i bought at a thrift store in texas for $3.
-treasures from one of my favorite stores ever, spartan.
-recent projects: proofs for an ezra pound catalogue i designed.

wednesday.

i’m tardy in my recollection but this holiday season i was privileged to receive two thoughtful items in the mail from new friends.

a farmer’s market jam from claire, shipped all the way from LA.
a beautiful print by michelle.
people, take note.

tuesday.

shiny things.
i’ve been really loving the internet lately.
(ONE / TWO / THREE)

monday.

from susannah:

“sometimes, leigh, you describe people you watched on the train (usually, what they were eating).

S. Lewis writes from Rome, 1921 “Our bus was jammed with Italian peasants–a woman in a blouse of violent green, with a folded handkerchief on her head instead of a hat, a man going hunting–shot gun and coat not unlike yours, but spiral puttees on his legs; a solemn small boy who at an enormous sandwich of goat meat and thick bread.”