Monday, May 11, 2009

Craft + Afternoon = Crafternoon!

One of my favorite aspects of living in D.C. is meeting truly interesting, unique people who do truly fabulous things, even on the small, Sunday-afternoon scale.

Case in point: I spent a good chunk of yesterday at Wild & Crazy Pearl's 26th birthday event. Sounds basic, right? Well, while your basic 20-somethings spend their birthdays imbibing & engaging in celebratory spirits, my lovely new friend over at W&CP chose something much, much classier - & much craftier! Her
Crafternoon Birthday Spectacular comprised about 30 folks of varying ages, genders & backgrounds hanging out in her whimsical Dupont apartment, where we engaged in a lovely little crafternoon (craft + afternoon, duh), complete with cupcakes from the love of my miniture-cake-loving life, Hello Cupcake.

Karen Kormondy, former owner of the now-defunct DC craft store Ipso Crafto, gave the group a quick lesson in the art of decoupage (in which I am fairly well-versed & about which I am ever-enthusiastic), & we quickly dug in to the table she'd set up of pre-cut magazine-page goodies to plaster to wooden picture frames.

I hope the birthday girl won't mind that I've lifted a few of her Flickr photos to better tell the story of our crafternoon. Without futher ado, a brief visual ous getting our craft on:

Birthday girl gives us the low-down pre-crafting

That's me in the grey & my friend Allison at the end of the table in black, beginning our projects with some of the birthday girl's other friends. Notice how intense everyone looks!

We also learned that clapping makes for jubilant photos.

My friend/coworker Jill, mid-craft

I'm pretty hardcore, I know.

Final products!

Thanks for the Sympathy Smile!

Overheard between two fratty-yet-hipster guys at the 7-11 in Woodley Park & then duly tweeted by yours truly:

And, let me note, this was certainly not overheard while I was purchasing this:


Sometimes, Movies Do Come True.

A friend of mine has recently become enamored of a little Eritrean joint at the corner of U Street and 16th called Selam Cafe. While I've discovered I don't love Eritrean food -- or at least Eritrean bread, which tastes like a very thin sponge but is meant to taste that way -- the bar itself is pretty funny, in a good way. It's a gritty little hole in the wall, never with more than 10 bar-goers presents at a time, & one night the bathroom light burned out so they set up a big flashlight as a substitute.

On Saturday nights, a guy called "The Yas" plays tunes at Selam, including Chingy's "Holiday Inn," which got a lot of laughs & singing along from yours truly, and plays all sorts of instruments, like a little one-man band. He plays the bongos, the xylophone & some other unidentified musical tools, & sets out a box of tambourines & maracas for others to jam along with, which you can bet I got a big kick out of. Who doesn't love a tambourine singalong?!

My favorite, though, was last night, when I realized that The Yas was playing the flute. That's right. THE YAS FLUTE. "Anchorman," anyone? Anyone? I died.

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