It’s Mardi Gras and that can only mean one thing, Valentine’s day is ALMOST HERE! I know yesterday I bemoaned the oncoming never ending red and pink sea that SL was about to come. But then I looked up and remembered OMG I LOVE VALENTINE’S DAY!!
I can tell you WHY very easily. Valentine’s day has never been about romantic love to me. It’s about LOVE. Love comes in all shapes and sizes. Platonic, familial are just a couple. Romantic is great and yes all the heart shaped dildos and cupid buttplugs are definitely geared to a sexytimes romantic evening.
But for me, I love just spending the day thinking of and celebrating ALL the people I love. Continue reading →
Let’s face it, some people aren’t themselves until they eat. I’m not myself until I get a cup (or two) of hot Joe in the morning. In fact, I’m downright cranky I confess. I probably shouldn’t get this cranky but darnit, the service in this place is just too damn slow. Continue reading →
One is that I love the Fucking Gacha Garden. So much so, that I believe they should change their name to exactly that. But then you’d end up with unmentionables at every vendor and well I’m just too much of a lady for all that. Yes I am. But I’m not too much of a lady to LOVE SOME DAMN FOOTBALL.
My friend Kitty and I decided to go about yesterday, hither and yon, and after coffee at her place we decided on drinkees at mine. Luckily my new kitchen from Trompe Loeil dispenses them liberally so it didn’t take too long until we were two very tipsy girls. Continue reading →
Are you good at admitting you’re wrong? It’s a skill. When I’m working, toiling at my desk and blogging, shooting, styling, I have no problem admitting something’s wrong. “Look at that intersection” or “Oh god why did I think that went together” or whatever it is I’ve done wrong, I am ok with admitting it. I’m good with accepting it and moving on.
Personally I’m terrible at it. I hate realizing I’m wrong about someone. I hate being wrong about who they are, or their intentions. Continue reading →
So I had some time to myself after feeding my kitties and doing the usual housework and I thought SELF! You need to go out! So I dug in my closet and found some perfect clubbing clothes from House of Hucci.
There is the Girl Who Waited who is Amelia Pond. She waited for his return, and when he did great adventures and wonder happened throughout her life. But she was spun along through her own adventures, like a rudderless boat sometimes. She wasn’t the captain, yet she was a willing participant in the chaos of adventure she was able to experience. (I won’t embrace the spoilers of the end of her adventures, as we know it’s against the rules – SPOILERS!)
But there’s another kind of girl and she’s the kind who won’t wait for anybody. Continue reading →