revenge

typically, it's dabney who is constantly surrounded by wellesley alumnae, inundated with college gossip of old schoolmates and professors, bored to tears from news of people she does not know. so this week, with francesca (of liberal wingnut fame, fellow smithie, and newly-minted doctor of philosophy) around, it is ann who must endure the alma mater chatter. it is dabney's bittersweet revenge, and she's reveling in it.

the calm after the storm

crazy wife and golfin' husband are off on their honeymoon. ann and dabney were left to deal with last minute details and goodbyes to friends and family. after a day of respite that included a double feature, they are currently packing and getting ready to head back home.

going to the chapel (finally!)

saturday marked the big day...crazy bride and golfin' groom's wedding! the day went off without a hitch. dabney was wedding coordinator extraordinaire and ann was the matron of honor of the year (take that, girlladyfriend). it was a weekend of family, friends, champagne and food. crazy bride seemed happy that day - and all the printing, cutting, bow tying, and beading faded away from memory.















and so ends the saga of crazy bride and golfin' groom's wedding. now begins the story of crazy wife and golfin' husband. may they live happily ever after.

meet crazy bride

250 tiny ribbons

ann and dabney spent most of the day running errands with crazy bride. below are the 250 wedding favors (capiz boxes filled with chocolates) - organized in individual table groupings. luckily, they had u.s. open tennis to entertain them as they stuffed, stuck, tied, and piled.

wedding goodies

as crazy bride and golfin' groom's wedding approaches, ann and dabney have been busily preparing for the big day by delivering crafty projects, as promised. below are the two silk ring pillows that dabney whipped up and one of the thirteen beaded forget-me-not boutonnieres that ann has been losing her eyesight over.

superette will provide up-to-the-nuptials details over the next week from st. louis. stay tuned.

phony locks and whiskered flocks

friday night was the inaugural wig and mustache bar hop. even though there was the occasional wig askew, the event's success proved that it would not be the last. innocent bystanders at each bar stop were puzzled by the arrival of the extraordinarily hairy group, but took joy in their exhuberance.



what you will not see on this site are photos of people that came in hair extensions (and you know who you are) because hair extensions ARE NOT wigs or mustaches. they aren't even close.

more photos are bound to appear here.

shout out to stella!

superette recently received a delightful package from stella of momomoogie fame. it contained a pair of charmingly illustrated mirrors and buttons.

speaking of momomoogie, look for a new superette component coming soon featuring our favorite fellow crafters and sources of inspiration.

new backyard signage

note: legally-acquired in a new hampshire curio shoppe. how in the world it ended up there, ann and dabney will never know.

a word about book covers...

it's been a crafty week in the superette household. dabney brushed off the silkscreening equipment and the sewing machine and got to work on a new project. it's a prototype for a journal/book cover, inspired by, what else, ann and dabney's trip to japan last year. the japanese - being the smart, polite, conscientious folks that they are - cover all their reading material to protect it from the elements, and just perhaps curious eyes as well. so when you want to read your harlequin romance novels on the subway, but you want folks to think you're an intellectual, think about a cover for your book. or, if you are like ann and dabney, and love blank journals, but usually hate the outside design, it's like an instant fix.





dabney's been wanting to experiment with a two-color process for awhile, so she trotted down to the local hardware store and picked up two hinges and a c-clamp. once you screw the hinges onto the frame, and clamp them to the table, raising and lowering the frame repeatedly is a snap.

don't hate them because they ARE beautiful

ann and dabney are not make-up people. ann wears the stuff occasionally. dabney, once a year. tops. but they needed the stuff for- what else- crazy bride's wedding in a few short weeks. so, with ashbloem (makeup consultant in the making) leading the way, they trooped down to saks fifth avenue and sephora for makeovers. they walked out with over $200 worth of mac products between the two of them. here are the results. you decide.


that's ann trying out her beauty pageant wave: wrist, wrist, elbow, elbow with
a little "screw in the lightbulb" thrown in for good measure.

they tried bobbi brown first (ashbloem had a particular lipstick shade she was after), but were given the shake-off by a self-important cosmetician who proclaimed herself too busy to help them without an appointment. after their subsequent purchases from the competitor, ann and dabney felt a pretty woman moment coming on. they came thisclose to walking back up to that same self-important cosmetician and saying "you work on commission don't you? big mistake. HUGE mistake."

update: ann and dabney went to target wednesday afternoon in order to replace a good majority of dabney's mac make-up with revlon, sonia kashuk, and maybelline. they are feeling much better now, and will return a good chunk of the other stuff to saks tomorrow.

epic friday

since lucy and the tall guy (they sound like an 80s tv show, don't they? akin to the scarecrow and mrs. king) are moving to The Land That Time Forgot in october, ann and dabney won't let them out of their sight easily. whenever the foursome make plans these days, their get-togethers become marathon affairs that last long into the night.

ann and dabney capped off their boston restaurant week extravaganza by making reservations at no. 9 park with the lovely couple. they should have known something spectacular and epic was awaiting them that day when they came upon this. it's not everyday that you see a hot air balloon floating over the public gardens.



lunch was as delightful as the walk. both the presentation of the food, and the service at the restaurant, was phenomenal. first course was a cauliflower chaud froid - a cauliflower gelatin with a wellfleet oyster, a dollop of caviar, and a celery emulsion surrounding it. on the right, a mushroom pizzette - crispy and herby.

gorgeous, no? (try not to let the image of ann and dabney geekily whipping out their camera before each course ruin the illusion of the meal.)


again, ann and dabney chose the same entree and dessert. (ashbloem, before you ask, they got the same entree because the other options were: duck, neither of which ann and dabney will eat for their own particular reasons; and pasta, which violates the cardinal rule of always, ALWAYS choosing the most expensive item off of the prix fixe menu.) this time, they went with the haddock tempura on a bed of roasted potatoes.



and to finish it all off, a cocoa meringue with kumquat coulis.



after lunch, they forced lucy to come "work" at their apartment while the tall guy headed back to the office. on the way home, ann and lucy couldn't resist the wading pool in boston common.



then ann and dabney demanded that lucy remain, and the tall guy return, for dinner.

then dinner became drinks with ashbloem, becca, and liza. the drinks flowed, and then, and THEN, ann and dabney's recently recovered polaroid camera* came out.

the two finally escaped sometime past midnight, wide-eyed, but safe.



* now that it's back in their hands, you can expect to see many many more of these polaroid shots in the future.

the muscles in the face that make you smile

last night, ann and dabney, with ashbloem and carrrmen, ate at les zygomates. the evening was pretty uneventful. the food was good, the wine was better. mika's ex-girlfriend greta sent us a round of champagne after ashbloem introduced herself. on the walk home, we passed by the filming of scorcese's new movie, the departed. everyone looked around for leo, matt or jack, but it mostly seemed like a pile of extras filing out of restaurants. they paused just long enough to get a couple of pics with some neon signs that were there for the shoot.

9 courses for 90

dabney and ann are surrounded by fancy-schmancy restaurants. their neighborhood is known for its eating establishments, with such well-heeled places such as icarus, aquitaine, and the mack-daddy of fine dining, otherwise known as hammersley's. hammersley's was supposedly one of julia child's favorite places to eat in town. for years, ann and dabney have passed it on their walks with feidler. each day they stare longingly at the diners inside, basking vicariously in the warm light cast by its butter yellow interior. every once in awhile, if the door opens at just the right time, they can even smell bread baking.

the steep prices have always tainted the potential experience - no special occasion has ever been quite special enough to pay $30+ for an entree. instead, ann and dabney will choose dumplings and noodles in nearby chinatown any day of the week. but this year, they finally got their act together and booked two months ago for boston restaurant week. for five days every august, some of the nicest restaurants in the city offer prix fixe menus for reasonable prices ($20.05 for lunch and $30.05 for dinner). ann and dabney have been to the official website at some point, although, arguably, the unofficial site is way better.

all this to say that ann and dabney made not one, not two, but three reservations this week. on tuesday, ann and dabney finally bridged the moat and entered hammersley's for lunch. one would think that years of high expectations would spell disaster for the experience but, dagnabbit, the food was good. everything was deceptively simple and fresh. ann and dabney each had the same appetizer and entree, then shared two different desserts.



tonight is dinner at les zygomates with ashbloem and carrrrrmen, and tomorrow is no. 9 park for lunch with lucy and the tall guy.

if you hurry, cross your fingers, and wish real real hard, you might just be able to get reservations at the armani cafe.

another august birthday

the triplets of hairville

starring...


ann as pancho villa


dabney as shaggy


ashbloem as doug henning

the bachelorette

get out your hankies, ladies and gentlemen, because this one is going off the market.


over the weekend, ann and dabney helped nikki ring in her last few nights of singledom, before she screws on the ball and chain for good over labor day weekend. it was a tough call about what to do that night, but drinks, drag queens, and boobs all made it on the agenda.

the evening started in a not-so-unusual way, with shots. can't tell you precisely what they were but let's just say they were pink and sugary.


here a few folks (ann included) pretend they are cruising down the strip in a supersonic lesbian mobile. whose car WAS that?


dot, with the foresight of the oracle at delphi, came packing a wad of dollar bills. as a result, the bachelorette made a few friends through the evening. check out the size of those... lashes!






even ann and dabney got in on the dollar bill action.


at this point, the programming must end. ann and dabney will not talk about what happened at centerfolds. not even if you string them up by their toe nails, AND threaten to take their away their glue guns and sewing machine, would they reveal a single detail.

new haircut

meat night

between dabney's dietary preferences and this summer's farm cooperative, the superette household is 99% vegetarian. whenever dabney goes out for the evening (as she did last night), ann jumps at the chance to indulge in her meat-based gustatory proclivities. since it's no fun to eat a big old steak on your own, she invited one of her favorite foodie friends, ashbloem. together ann and ashbloem share the same palette; they like anything that is salty, fishy, or bloody. which meant that last night was "meat night."



feidler was on hand, too. however, he let it be known that he was displeased that there were only two steaks on the grill.



instead, he had to settle for ashbloem's tasty toes.

where darth vader goes to rest

because even evil-doers need to sleep sometime.