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photo from Anthropologie
We met in 02
You came with me to college
Everyone loved you
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You are always soft
But your ink bleeds like a bitch
You love dry cleaning
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Now it is 08
Years and miles away from home
I still love you lots
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I want to save you
my boyfriend thinks you're girly
and now there are holes
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Thanks Anna Bedding
For always being stylish
I'll never forget
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Let me explain. So yesterday was the BF's b-day. (so many B's!) I decided the best course of action was a margarita machine rental. I have them deliver one to Sam's office. (I am the very definition of workplace appropriate) When I arrive later, I notice that when I pulled the earring I was wearing out of the box, another earring was stuck to it and had been dangling along for the ride. What earring was it? Only my silly margarita earrings of course. Spooky, yes
So yesterday I do a post that contained a bookcase/hidden passage and what do I come across last night? A book case hidden passage!
I had heard about this place a ton but never ended up making the trek. Bourbon and Branch in the civic center/tenderloin area is a modern day Speakeasy right down to the secret passage. You have to ring a doorbell on an unmarked door and you are asked for a password ("books"). You are then escorted through diners (reservations essential) and to the back bar area "the library" where I drank cucumber gimlets mixed up by a bartender in the 20's style hat and suspenders and enjoyed the soundtrack of prohibition era jazz.
Pretentious? Probably. Silly? Probably. Expensive? like a diamond incrusted prostitute.
So much fun though! Looking through Yelp I found some great pictures of the place taken by none other than my in real life friend from back home. Everything is weird today. The world is on backwards.
Blackberry Bramble
Now because it's pretty awesome, some anti-saloon propoganda:
I'm gonna need someone to define "weakly"
That dog is wasted.
I had no idea the 1920's had such an alcoholic dog problem. We've come such a long way on dog sobriety! I guess that's where the expression comes from. You are going to see a man about a dog because the dogs were clearly fucked up and had the goods.
Here's a round of up of some photographs that for me, channel the essence of Miss Havisham and her decay
This makes perfect sense to me
excuse me while i wipe the drool off my chin...This bookcase secret passage has only been my FANTASTY FOR MY ENTIRE MURDER [mystery] LOVING LIFE
So Miss Erika over at Urban Grace keeps hinting at wanting to design a nursery. Probably because her clone is cooking up a baby right now (isn't the internet creepy...I know all these things about people I've never met!) Anywho...I gots to thinkin' about the brief fleeting time when I was able to take off my scientist hat (it's a hilarious hat, btw) and put on my ill fitting interior designer towel turban with decorative brooch a la Little Edie Beale.
Here is some background:
My older sister and I are very different (but the same in many ways) She's got blond hair, blue eyes and is active in the Junior League. She and my mother gang up on me and call me the Dark Angel of Death and the "milkman's child" One big way in which we are different is that big sis could not care less about what she wears or what her house looks like. She has a pair of nice shoes in black and brown and day to day she wears mostly workout clothes/sweats as she is a stay at home mom and a big time marathon runner. She bought her wedding dress off the rack in under an hour of shopping. She'll go through phases where she tries to fix up her place but it never goes through.
So flash forward to Chicago where Big Sis is 9 months pregnant. She lived in a great big apartment they had just moved into. The only thing was the previous owners had "interesting" taste. The baby room was a deep turquoise with bright white waves stenciled on. Not quite right for a newborn baby girl.
So we're REALLY getting down to the wire here. The baby incubation period was almost over and the baby had no room. Sis wasn't really worried as she didn't think a newborn would care about her room decorations. BUT I DID!!
Some more background:
I'm not really into kids. Especially babies. I don't get all fired up over sugar coated sweetness. Perhaps it's because I'm the daughter of a children's clothing designer who makes her entire living off of women squealing about the cuteness of something. Anyways, I don't have the best track record when it comes to being child friendly. Last fall I shot the bird at a young child who told me that I shouldn't be smoking. She said it in a really bratty way.
A second time I got in an altercation with two young girls on the bus because I scolded them for writing all over the seats with sharpies. Writing names and drawing hearts and playing tic tac toe. I try REALLY hard to control my temper. I really do try. What I MEANT to say to the girls was "you may want to consider that someone is going to have to work very hard to clean that off of the seats" and it came out of my mouth more like "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING? I SHOULD TURN YOU IN FOR VANDALISM YOU INCONSIDERATE BRATS"
I didn't really call them brats. But the other part is accurate.
Okay way off topic here. So my point is, it was up to me (and some help from my mom's credit card) to put together a baby's room as fast as I could. I was pretty proud of myself for my accomplishment under the constraints of time. My mom and I also painted the walls which was an epic battle over the turquoise.
Number of Hours worked: about 36
Number of Old Style beers consumed while working: about 50
minor injuries: 3
dropping strings of f-bombs at The Land of Nod: priceless.
It's days like today that I take absolutely no solice in design blogs. Reading posts about couch cushions or a new artist on the Bay Area radar makes my eye start to twitch when I'm cranky.
Why am I cranky? Because a week from tomorrow the feds are comin' in and motherfucking auditing the animal welfare program I single handedly have to run at this small hospital on top of other laboratory duties. They give you a weeks notice deliberately so you can't cover anything up that is really glaring in that amount of time.
Not that I need to cover anything up...LOOK, bitches, we're all doing the best we can.
My crazy beligerent boss keeps storming down the hallways. It feels like the IRS is coming. At any moment he could slap a huge magnet on my hard drive. Needless to say, we're doing some reorganizing of files (not illegal). There is a paperclip stuck in my hair and I don't know how it got there:
I also have some sort of hand disease that won't show up when I photograph it with my god damn cell phone (Pardon my french today guys, I have mental health issues) Basically it is a series of water blisters (i popped one) and an overall uncomfortable rash on the palms of my hands. I believe it's from the rust desolver I used to get the rust off of this wall shelf I bought that was in bad shape.
"rust free in tennessee"
The dark spots are where the paint has come off-not rust. I'm the rust buster. I didn't even realize how pink this shelf was. Not for long though.
If it's not the rust desolving chemicals it could be any of the following things I touch with my hands on a daily basis:
pig saliva
The Pig itself
Don't judge me. I promise i'll quit sometime
I have read about so many new things this weekend as Desire to Inspire put up a reading guide of blogs you may or maynot already be reading. It was a wild ride I enjoyed thoroughly. Anyways, I can't remember which blog it was but I ran across a post about colorful flickr finds and then to Noel Kerns' profile.
This man takes pictures of abandonments in Texas and adds his special signature with gel filtered lighting in rich surreal dreamlike colors.
I think its risky to start taking liberties with photography of urban exploring/ghost towns/abandonments because the subject matter is already so intense and complicated but this guy totally pulls it off. I imagine it like the buildings are dusty abandonments during the day and then come alive with color at night.
I feel like I'm in this novel:
I am such a prissy little skank! I have resisted polyvore for as long as I can. It's just so much fun.
from homes and gardens
and then making it another way:
Doing that amused me for a moment. Onwards!
1. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy.
2. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.
3. No animal shall wear clothes.
4. No animal shall sleep in a bed.
5. No animal shall drink alcohol.
6. No animal shall kill any other animal.
7. All animals are equal
I don't know if you guys know this, but I'm sort of psychic.
I couldn't stop thinking about clusterfucks of artwork and BAM Queen Victoria of San Francisco makes a post about personal galleries
Then I make the personal discovery that I love surreal art with animal heads and then BAM I open up etsy and there is a Storque posting about anthropomorphism (fancy way of saying wacked out fucked up animal/people hybrids)
I really am drawn to it though.
Best Bunnies Collage from Dollface Design
I posted about Rab and Tab before and I think they may have been my jumping off point for the animal head insanity
It's awful waking up and thinking "oh my god today is going to be so shitty" I have a noon meeting full of people with violent egos/tempers and I have no idea how it's going to go. These things tend to get out of hand.
Here are some places I'd rather be than in a room full of beligerent doctors:
from homes and gardens
from this inscrutible foreign website
from Frank Roop
