Banned Books Week

Ah, it's Banned Books Week. I love Banned Books Week.

There's fun stuff on the website, as always...like the list of frequently challenged books, and the list of banned classics, as well as the list of most frequently challenged authors of color, and the
Virtual Read-Out.

On my personal bookshelves, I have a lot of challenged/banned books to choose from, but I think it's time to read Brave New World (again).

The Purple Hotel

It's finally coming down, or so I read in my local newspaper.

I think I'll feel sad about that when it happens, even though nowadays the building is just an eyesore for the village of Lincolnwood. Still, it's big and purple. What could possibly take it's place?

It makes me think of the Magikist Lips that once stood over the Kennedy Expressway at the Montrose Exit. That familiar landmark was replaced with a big, boring storage facility.

How to Change the Color of Your Walls (Painlessly)

In the summertime, I don’t mind the colors on our living room and dining room walls. But during the long, gray days of a Chicago winter, those same colors start to look too dark to me. I’ve been thinking about repainting…

…and then a bloggy friend of mine decided to host a paint event! We all met up at a Benjamin Moore store, where we listened to a professional presentation about using color, were encouraged to touch the finish on the store walls (really), and snacked on sausage and cheese trays.

Afterward, we journeyed to Kim’s new house for prizes and dessert and to help her select paint colors for the interior walls. The Benjamin Moore designer advising Kim had previously chosen some color palettes for each room, and the swatches were hanging on the wall. I voted for the light colors in every instance, but in truth I don’t think she can go wrong. The Benjamin Moore rep is leading her down the right path, and that’s reassuring to me. Her home will be a beautiful thing, no matter what colors she selects.

Not only did I learn that 1) there is such a thing as paint technology, 2) that painting a ceiling dark makes it appear higher, or 3) that you should pick the paint color before the bedspread/furniture/rug if you can, but I learned that hiring a professional is a great idea. I’m happy Kim hired one, and I’m happy she shared with the blogosphere what I can only believe is a very positive experience.

Please help Kim decide on her paint colors by voting here.

My Simple Plan to Save the Post Office

I have a drawer for storing stationery. It's filled will different styles of thank-you notes, leftover invitations, greeting cards, random post cards, note paper, and envelopes. At my current rate of thank-you note writing, I don't believe I will ever work my way through this supply. Sound familiar?

I'm sure this is a common scenario in many American households. And if so, then I know how to save the United States Post Office! All we have to is send some of this stuff through the mail now (not later). For example:

- In the last four days, I've attended three lovely parties. Instead of informally thanking my hostesses via email, I can write three formal thank you notes AND SEND THEM THROUGH THE MAIL.

- I was thinking of inviting some friends over for drinks. Now I have a good (and fun) reason to dig out a pretty invitations AND SEND THEM THROUGH THE MAIL.

- My daughters want to invite a group of friends over for some themed event, so instead of doing the Facebook thing, they can be creative/go the extra mile by designing an invitation AND SENDING IT THROUGH THE MAIL.

It's so simple. Everyone likes to receive a note or a card in the mail, right? Yet I can't save the Post Office all by myself. Please help me by sending someone a note, or sending a thank you to a special person for nothing in particular, or by sending out an invitation to...anything!

End of Summer Reading, Part 2

I'm curious to see which teachers are returning to CPS this school year. I know of one who won't be. An amazing high school librarian friend of mine decided to retire a little early and build her dream home. When I saw her last week, she had begun cleaning out books she no longer needed. And, as is her way, she handed me a pile of books for my daughters to read.

And so, in this last week before school, our 15-year-olds got a heavy dose of dysfunctional YA literature, 1500+ pages of the stuff. They sat on the couch together and read Ellen Hopkins' Crank, Burned, and Impulse back to back, nonstop, handing off the books to each other.

"Wow, now I'm depressed," said my daughter, when she finally came up for air. "No wonder so many teens love Disney movies and My Little Pony."

End of Summer Reading, Part 1

Chicago Public Libraries reduced the hours of operation for most branches a while back, and that's a big inconvenience for me, a heavy library user. Sometimes, the only day I can get in there to pick up a hold (or pay a fine) is on a Saturday. And if I'm busy on Saturday...then my whole reading life gets out of whack. I can't let that happen!

Case in point, I had a book on hold--Hot: Living Through the Next Fifty Years on Earth--and by the time I could get to the library, the book was returned to the branch that sent it. Bother. The clerk suggested I put it on hold again.

And I was just about to, but I realized I wasn't too excited about reading that one. Instead, I put some books on hold that my old buddies were reading and enjoying and talking about during our reunion weekend.

I'll save Hot for a rainy day....

How Not to Buy a Rug

After dim sum in Chinatown and before dropping my friends off at O'Hare, we all hit the shops on Armitage Ave. We stimulated Chicago's economy a bit more...at Lori's, the Paper Source, and a beautiful shop that was new to me, the Green Goddess Boutique ("sustainable chic"). I saw a gorgeous rug there that would be just right for our little Chicago bungalow. I loved it so much, I was finally tempted to look at the price: $4,500+.

Since we had spent a good chunk of time earlier in the weekend talking about/comparing tuition at various universities, I laughed at myself for even fantasizing about owning that rug. My first thought was that the rug represented about a semester of college (at an in-state, public university).

My second thought was that I could probably weave a rug for less than that.