this and that

The Mad Hatter would approve…

 

sense: sight

 

la vie en rose

Do you have something that just instantly calms you, on the spot? like someone cut you off in traffic or you dropped the extra-awesome centre piece of your cinnamon bun…or you just really need to calm yourself (for reasons too graphic to write about)? I do. I sing “La Vie en Rose” in French. Works every time. Sometimes I even catch myself doing it. Now I wish I had this journal to help make the “calming effect” more permanent. What do you think?

Kreativlink La Vie en Rose Leather journal

Somewhat Voluble is hosting an amazing giveaway! I hope I win! Fingers and toes crossed!

 

come for a visit

Welcome to my Dream House. Please take off your shoes, throw your coat on the coat pile, and try not to throw up in any of my plants. Our tour will begin up the stairs to the foyer. {Yes, I’m high class, so there is a foyer. Pronounced foy-yay}

Now, after we’ve climbed the three flights and we’re all quite exhausted, let’s have a drink in the living room, shall we? The house will look MUCH better if we’re all slightly tipsy. I have Long Island iced teas, a bottle of scotch and there might be some vodka and vermouth in the cabinet above the refrigerator. I call the scotch!

The TV? LCD 1080p with an HDMI port for The Man’s PS3. See that piano in the corner? It’s only for drunk piano playing. The only thing I don’t like about this picture is the glass coffee table. I’d prefer an excruciatingly heavy, antique one made out of a pair of doors or something. Like the one found here.

The other half to my fabulous living room. Ignore the fact that in both pictures, the flooring is different. Let’s just say, there are a set of stairs dividing the room and this part of the room sits on higher ground. However, when someone has given trouble (usually The Man), he sleeps on the big pink couch thingy. Can you think of better punishment?

For me, THIS is where all the magic goes down. Because really, to be able to save burnt chicken and soggy rice (with the takeout menu catalog in the corner), is truly magic. For the record though, I love everything about this kitchen.

So, this is where I eat. Just me and an empty chair. The dining room table is much longer, but I don’t feel like sharing. Why? Because I am a pirate. See my ship hanging from the ceiling? Also, that rather frightening picture above the mantle scares everyone but me. So, everyone else usually eats in the kitchen. Fraidy cats.

Oh, you have to pee? The guest bathroom in my extra large, yet college-student budget apartment is down the hall. First door on the left.

If you sprinkle when you tinkle, please be neat and wipe the seat. Then come call me so I can torch my toilet. Kidding. I meant soak in disinfectant.

After you’ve washed your hands, you can now see the bedrooms. If you’re nice (or drunk), this is where you’d sleep:

There’s a BB gun in the bedside table if the birds get too loud.

And finally, *drum roll please*…my bedroom.

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+ black curtains instead of white ones (in the first picture), the wall paper and picture collage (in the second picture), the entire vanity (in the third picture), the contents in the vanity drawer (in the third), and the stunning wood (in the fourth). and some other stuff.

Okay, get out of my room now. Let’s go back to the living room and have that drink we’ve all been thinking about. Like I said, don’t throw up in my plants!

 

I now have a complex…

it didn’t matter the role, it didn’t matter the innuendos, she is who she is and she inspired my mantra: I am perfect because I am. full stop.

 

w*ndering…a or o?

I’d lie there in my bed, three different blankets wrapped around four limbs, staring up at the ceiling and letting my mind do the thing at which it is most talented: wandering.

…I wonder if the effect would be different if the walls were painted black? would the {a} change to an {o}?

x.

 

dorothy

who could wish to go home wearing these?

Try: “I wish this night would never end. I wish this night would never end.”

 

poladroid!

I’m probably tres retard on this, but they finally have a Windows version. Beta but BETTER than nothing. Hehehe. *crickets*

Fine. I’m excited. Going to over-post all my experiments, etc. here. That’s punishment for not laughing.

 

if this desk belonged to me…

can you imagine the letters I’d write? oh, they’d be fabulous by default of environment! I’d keep a little bottle of perfume and a tube of extra-red lipstick for SWAKing and SWPing. that last one, I just made it up: sprayed with perfume (ing). I love the {tiffany} blue wall and the matching chairs and rug. impeccable details! only one thing i’d change: i’d frame illustrations from one of sempe’s French culture books instead of silhouettes. a girl needs a little inspiration…even though it would be behind the chair.

 

if I lived here…

if I lived in this bedroom, I’d name the crow “go away.” to confuse it. when I call him, he won’t know to come or go away. maybe this is mean. moving on…

I’m in an attic, so I can keep the window open and I have a mosquito net, so no bug bites. and because it’s so white {and enchanting}, I’d wear a red nightgown to bed. and bright green socks.