let's call it random
Look, I read some design blogs. Glance at some of them.
And, for the most part, I like what I see.
Sure, our house is never going to be a spare white place with a lot of stainless steel, but I can appreciate a nice Eames Lounge Chair.
Every once in a while though, I find myself scratching my head. It could be lice - it could be some design sense. I don't know.
Who would wear this?
It is to laugh. I'm quite sure I'd impale someone somehow whilst wearing this work of art.
What color should I get this in?
I know! Pink!
It folds down too. I'm thrilled.
I don't even know where I lifted this from.
But I need one.
I just wish I had the guts to wear it to Blogher.
In other news:
the sprayer on my fancy-ass French faucet has broken. The hose, scraping past a board below the sink, wore through.
It started dripdripdripping just after we returned from vacation. Or Oldest never did dishes - which is also possible.
Although this faucet has broken several times, the manufacturer has been very good about sending parts quickly as it has a lifetime guarantee. And so the glass is half full again.
I caught some of the Marni fashions from Milan the other night.
I liked most of them very much.
I do think one might need a long neck to wear some of them.
And Oldest says the boots are baboon butt.
It could be difficult to drive in this hat but the rest of the outfit suits me just fine.
Fabulous coat here on Miss Scowly McMessyhair.
I'll take the bag too.
No. No,no,no. No.
It's a necklace YOU FOOL.
And? NO.
It's deathly hot here.
It's Africa hot.
It's like THE MO-JAVE (PRONOUNCED MOE HARD-J AIV).
Word to your mother it's hot.
We have let Youngest be on the computer for far too long.
Middle is walking around in black jeans and tee shirts.
Oldest is sweltering.
K waits tensely for news of work.
I have not ironed in weeks - HOT.
But I think we have enough action figures to re-create this:
And, for the most part, I like what I see.
Sure, our house is never going to be a spare white place with a lot of stainless steel, but I can appreciate a nice Eames Lounge Chair.
Every once in a while though, I find myself scratching my head. It could be lice - it could be some design sense. I don't know.
Who would wear this?
It is to laugh. I'm quite sure I'd impale someone somehow whilst wearing this work of art.
What color should I get this in?
I know! Pink!
It folds down too. I'm thrilled.
I don't even know where I lifted this from.
But I need one.
I just wish I had the guts to wear it to Blogher.
In other news:
the sprayer on my fancy-ass French faucet has broken. The hose, scraping past a board below the sink, wore through.
It started dripdripdripping just after we returned from vacation. Or Oldest never did dishes - which is also possible.
Although this faucet has broken several times, the manufacturer has been very good about sending parts quickly as it has a lifetime guarantee. And so the glass is half full again.
I caught some of the Marni fashions from Milan the other night.
I liked most of them very much.
I do think one might need a long neck to wear some of them.
And Oldest says the boots are baboon butt.
It could be difficult to drive in this hat but the rest of the outfit suits me just fine.
Fabulous coat here on Miss Scowly McMessyhair.
I'll take the bag too.
No. No,no,no. No.
It's a necklace YOU FOOL.
And? NO.
It's deathly hot here.
It's Africa hot.
It's like THE MO-JAVE (PRONOUNCED MOE HARD-J AIV).
Word to your mother it's hot.
We have let Youngest be on the computer for far too long.
Middle is walking around in black jeans and tee shirts.
Oldest is sweltering.
K waits tensely for news of work.
I have not ironed in weeks - HOT.
But I think we have enough action figures to re-create this:
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and of course you post in the evening - if your laptop is like mine, it gets very hot, too hot to post midday : )
And that fold down chair is kinda funky.
Deathly hot and my bedroom a/c is just giving me the raspberry.
Even too hot for the beach. Tho a pool, that would be nice.
The ring would be dangerous on my hand. The furry hat/arm warmers/short sleeved t-shirt combo? Never. But the fabulous coat can come live in my closet.
Just think of all the things you could let hang out of its "mouth".
Munch, munch.
"Feed me, Seymour!"
And the G.I. Joe Last Supper is killing me. Where do you find this stuff?
Now I can point out that we are designer led.
I recognized it as the Last Supper, but since I'm a practising agnostic, I'm unsure of the final guest count at that dinner.
But I sure like what you did.
Can you do anything with Barbies?
Miss Scowly McMessyhair!
Isn't that overdoing it, the crabby face? I mean there's the preteen sulking look, the teen aged angst sulking look, and then there's homicidal...
I wouldn't want to cross that child.
Love the coat...