Duders, Purgeday Thursday is turning out to be totally awesome. I mean, not only am I getting my shit together in ways I never could have imagined — even my Mom is impressed, and The Marge is like the type-A orgnization QUEEN {clearly why I’m not} — but the purge is spreading and you guys are kind of putting my… Read more →
Month: March 2011
Sick.
Since the first week of February, our three person (well, two plus one tiny) household has endured a total of four rounds of antibiotics, three ear infections, two bouts of food poisoning, one helluva car wreck leading to broken rib that was already cracked thanks to one case of asthmatic bronchitis leading to the resurrection of childhood asthma that’s been… Read more →
Gold + Me, Sitting in a Tree
I already have an iPad case that I was all desperate for, and turned out to be kind of over-rated because…I mean, how hard would it have been to add an inner pocket like a folder really? And it’s warping, which I find highly disappointing. Still, I bought it, I own it, so it’s not just the obscene price tag… Read more →
Happy Birthday Getty Owl
Miss Getty. I wish you knew how many people out in this big world care about you, and are wishing you the happiest of happy birthdays as you turn one today. We’re working out butts off over here (especially Angela) to get your album ready, the birthday present we’ve all been so excited to give you. Soon it will go on… Read more →
Friday, let’s make out.
Okay, first of all, it must be noted that I am madly in love with this set of drawers by Kent and London. I wrote about them HERE on Cargoh. And then I promptly collapsed in a puddle of my own drool. And also, it’s Friday and I’m lazy and I have to finish a treatment and visit my old… Read more →
Purgeday Thursday: Inspiration.
That’s not just a clever ABC ad circa 1994. It’s a postcard that hangs on my office wall from one of those postcard stands outside restaurant bathrooms that my dear friend and longtime penpal (back when there were paper and pens and pals and things) Laura sent me to cheer me up over a decade ago. Eight years ago this… Read more →
Don’t Judge Me.
Pottery Barn Teen has some surprisingly cozy/modern/fierce stuff, like this Bean Bag chair, which I kind of just want for my living room for no apparent reason…I’v been trying to talk Scott into it (and it’s matching ottoman pouf) for days…even though it’s blatantly intended for a teenagers bedroom. Who cares?! It’s fucking cool, and the price probably won’t make… Read more →
Friends.
*photo by Neal and his fancy new camera. Friends are rad, huh? When you go through something like the mindfuck I enjoyed this year, it’s pretty incredible to see your friends recognize your pain and respond…just when you’re sure that you’ve left their phone call unreturned for long enough that they’ve written you off as an asshole and will never… Read more →
Delilah Amadeus Georgie
My parents got her a Shoenhut Fancy Baby Grand (bright red!) for Hannukah. So, the above scene is pretty much standard morning stuff around here now. Her two best pieces? Old McDonald (she sings and plays the E-I-E-I-O part over and over) and ever-moving Theme from Elmo’s World. Oh, which reminds me ~ have you guys seen Melody Street? My… Read more →
Purgeday Thursday(ish): Morganize This.
So, you know that expression “if you love something, set it free…if it comes back again…blah blah blah”? Well, Scott’s first love is back in our lives. So I’m going to go ahead and classify this purgeday a big fat #fail. Unless you count seeing the look of joy on your husband’s face as he pulls the 1962 Mercury Meteor… Read more →