Chartreusie Wins
March 6, 2010 by
I think I knew, all along, that Chartreusie was meant for this space…..especially after seeing that little love seat playing host to my knitting project (which I’m going to finish in about 20 minutes).
OOH
YEAH
JUST RIGHT
Fear not! I found a very good spot for little Orangie as well. Doesn’t she look dashing beneath my green storm window and my coat rack? I love her. I love her orange velvet so much that I’ve caught myself petting her, absentmindedly, a few times now.
PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
By the way, about that green storm window, above Orangie, I use it to display my necklace collection. I have another one across the room from greenie which also holds my personal necklace collection. Clever, oui? One day, this summer past, I found myself thinking, “IT SEEMS UNFAIR THAT PAINTERS AND SCULPTORS ARE ABLE TO DISPLAY THEIR WORK IN THEIR HOMES, ON THEIR WALLS. I’M GOING TO DO THE SAME WITH SOME OF MY PIECES...”
And so I did. I love it. I found the window panes at a local antique shop. I added the hanging hardware and rusty little nails to hang the jewelry upon…
When I go to select a necklace for the day, I just stroll
out and pull one off a window. Just lovely.
Thanks for helping me out with this decor pickle!
You’re very sensible women, indeed.
XO
I’m so torn.
March 5, 2010 by
You tell me.
This one?
Or this one?
Cast your votes for Orangie or Chartreusie now, please!
PS GO HERE (YES!!! The flying fish!!! PET RAVEN!!!! SEA MONSTER AND POTATO CHIPS!!! FOREST MONSTER WHO MAKES NORTHERN LIGHTS WITH HIS FINGERTIPS!!! Lightning storm, crashed balloon. AIR SHIP after the pawn shop!!! Bubble pipe! Home to the forest of death and then the planting of the magic rock which makes the forest bloom and then LOVVEEEEEE!!!!!!!) TO SEE THE BEST THING EVER.
THIS WAS MY DREAM LIFE YESTERDAY.
I’M ON THE REBOUND AFTER SUFFERING A DRY CREATIVE WELL.
MORE ON THAT LATER.
TECHNICALLY, IT’S STILL DRY SO I’M GIVING IT SOME TIME…
XO
PSS DON’T YOU LOVE THIS COLOR?
March 4, 2010 by
I am so creatively frustrated right this second
and have been every single day this week.
There’s nothing in me
right now.
Nothing.
Except hot tears
and a repressed scream.
Someone, come pick me up in a hot air balloon.
Let’s go somewhere new.
I want to tame a wild bird and let it build a nest in my hair,
play croquet on a perfect lawn
and eat petit fours until I’m fat.
I want to float down a river like The Lady of Shalott, calm, white, strawberry blond.
I want to witness a batch of bats flying out of a belfry
and comb the mane of a horse.
I want to wear shoes that spark when I run down the road.
I want to smell a freshly picked pineapple.
I’d like to wear a helmet made of a watermelon rind.
I want to paddle a canoe under Northern Lights. Again.
I want to grow up, calm down, see straight.
I want to grow down, calm up, see crooked.
I want to build a tree fort and sleep in it and then I want to light it on fire and watch from below: bonfire in the heavens.
I want to feed lettuce to a manatee.
I want to eat a star.
I want to find the spine of an animal in the forest and play it like a xylophone.
I want to milk a buffalo.
I want to play a trumpet with my toes.
I want to take a bath in pure vanilla.
Someone pour an idea, small as a flea, into my right ear.
Or I’ll be forced to make mincemeat of this list and you might not see me for weeks.
[A GIRL’S GOT TO DO WHAT A GIRL’S GOT TO DO]
Gnashing of teethies,
PLUME
PS Actually, as lovely as your flea would be (of this I’m certain), I’d rather use my own fleas whilst pouring. Just hang on. Just hang on Jillian.
PPS Working on this list would be a real pleasure.