I call random

I have fallen in love with what have been called the 'mini yohji yamamoto' clothing on this site.
Such wonderful simple things -



I believe they could be made for adults...



although the designer is doing a line of sizes that would fit me (large child) sometime in the future.

And, speaking of things one could make -



I could SO make this...



with the help of a kind knitter friend.
I love wraps and wear them all the time.
Someone MAKE me knit this.

Isn't this


a nice chair? Loretta has written about chairs for her living room and I think I need a couple of chairs too -
What?
You think the wicker Ikea chairs from 13 years ago are okay?
Did you see where the dog has chewed them?
How about the places where the paint has rubbed off -
very Shabby Chic you say?
I'm tired of Shabby Chic.
It's dated.

Did I tell you I fixed the dishwasher?



WELL I DID.
And it wasn't especially easy -



The little door that holds the soap was broken. And it was $50 to replace so I thought I would try my hand at installing the new one.



- Tight screws (shut UP) and wires...



but I did it.
And I was very proud of myself.
Meanwhile, I think Christa installed her own dishwasher once. I don't know if I could do all that.

Fancy knives don't go in the dishwasher -



they get hand washed and dried and returned (with protectors) to the drawer.

And speaking of fancy knives, (JOKING, this has nothing to do with fancy knives), one of these



was parked outside of K's office for a few days last week.
Joke tells me that it's worth over ten million.
I don't know about that, but it certainly is cute.

It's taking a lot of effort on my part, but I am avoiding the leggings.
I'm thinking that I am too old for the leggings - though the footlessness of them appeals to me. Greatly.



Nice haircut too.
K does not like my escapee bangs, by the way. Note to me.
Nor does he like highlights which, fortunately, I no longer have. My hair is now '6N Dark Blond' and, let me tell you, the blond is so dark you can barely find it.

I've been looking at a lot of runway photos and I must say that I adore the Jil Sander stuff. Small shoulders. Little collars. Love it all. I'd show it to you but I'm getting lazy.

And I'm starting to look a little peaked.
Must buy foundation.



Want to go to Bobbi Brown, especially as this



is the most wonderful scent in the world and I am spritzing the AIR FROM THE BOTTLE on my neck as mine has run out.



I'm working very hard on the mary jane look - but there is a danger of looking too lamb for mutton here too. Or is it mutton for lamb?
All eyes and teeth - I've learned that one well. Between pixie hair, mary janes and leggings I could slide right into first grade, save for fact that I loathed mary janes in first grade and begged for black patent leather 'slip on shoes' which meant NO BABYISH ANKLE STRAP. Alas, my foot was way too small for several years.

Finally, Middle has just finished reading Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas and has been adopting bits of it into his everyday language.
He walked up to me at the orchard on Monday and said:
What outfit are YOU with?

I find this endearing and have begun asking it of other people.
What outfit are you with?