Thursday, February 10, 2011

A Fish Called Inky

This past January forsook the snowy climate of Upstate New York and fled to the more temperate shores of Northern California to live with my wonderful boyfriend/fiancé, Myles. I can't describe in words how surreal it is for someone who has lived on the East Coast for the past five years or so to step outside in mid-February to gorgeous 78 degree weather and throw flip flops on. I actually thought it was hot today. I'm turning into a big West Coast softy already.

 outside the NY apartment
During my cross country move I lost something very dear to me; my lucky bamboo plant. It was a gift from my dad and was often the only other living thing in my apartment bedroom besides me. I decided it wouldn't travel well, so I got rid of it

 outside the california apartment

In my desire to have a living thing in the room (to fill the bamboo shaped hole in my heart) I suggested to Myles that we get a betta fish, which I'd been wanting to do for a while. So today, in addition to acquiring bubble tea and sushi, we visited Seascapes Fish & Pets downtown. Their betta selection was smaller than what you would probably see in a chain like PetSmart, but there were a few really lovely specimens to choose from.

I always thought if I got a betta I'd get one that was bright colored; red or possibly blue.. but when I saw this gorgeous black betta I had to have him.

 Inky with my lego Helvetica "a" behind him

I have dubbed him Inkwell Quill, or Inky... a name which only came about after I decided to start calling him Inky while obsessing over him in the store. He does look quite like someone dropped a spot of ink in a glass of water. He also has a lovely subtle blue-ish sheen on parts of him which I love. 

At any rate, he's a really elegant little guy and it's nice to have a pet again for the first time in many years.

♥ le petit kiwii

1 comment:

  1. I'm glad you got a little betta! After having fish, I've decided there's just something really fun about them. You just need to feed them and they can be so entertaining. Its sort of cathartic.

    For some reason, Michael is extremely attached to Calypso (my extremely plain goldfish). Unlike my more wild-like fish, which he's completely ignored for years, he's always asking to feed him and watch him.