in case you thought america wasn’t getting
enough carbs in their bellies as is
dominos went all carb-crazy on us by
coming up with the “breadbowl pasta”
this is not a joke.
this wreath is super cute, say i.
so cute that i said super cute.
also, you want to win some deliciously pretty soap (not to mention get a link to a cool blog)?
Well, here we are.
Flipping through magazines, I am constantly ripping pages out and tucking them away for a dream renovation one day. Make no mistake, I am content (most of the time) with everything I have now. And I am blessed beyond measure. But, a girl can dream, right?
This next home on Apartment Therapy sort of had me drooling. The color! The artwork! The antiques! The color (it needs to be said twice)!
It’s true, I think, what I’ve heard decorators/designers say: “If you love it, use it, and it will all work together” (or something like that… I mean, I meet sooo many decorators in my daily life, it’s hard to keep them all straight. Right.) This house makes me trust that statement.
so intertwined… without ever meeting again (at least not here on this earth).
William came home from school a bit ago. He has been completely obsessed with telling everyone and their mother about the fact that I have this small (very small, smaller than he’s even aware of) home art business going. I think he dreams of big dollar signs to buy that yacht (for real, he’s obsessed with the idea of owning a multi-million dollar yacht and talks about it like it’s a real possibility) he’s been eyeing. His latest marketing victim? His 4th grade teacher. He came home happily announcing that his teacher would like me to make her a Silly & Sage something.
This should be interesting.
“What does she want, William?”
“A beach scene,” he says.
I told him I don’t do beach scenes, I don’t have true artistic talent, free-hand painting is my not something I’m good at, and that this sale (that he, no doubt, would want a portion of) he had in mind just wouldn’t be happening.
He really didn’t get it.