Jan 25, 2009 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Dear Creator of the Universe,
You know that generally, I’m a huge fan of your work. Who can argue with Clive Owen? I think you really out did yourself there. And anyone who has ever beheld the Grand Canyon or a sunset over the Pacific knows you’re really good at what you do! Millions of women thank you daily for the divine spark of genius that is Manolo Blahnik. Personally, I think your work in the Champagne province of France speaks for itself.
We’ve been companions for a long time so I feel like I can say this and you can hear me. You know I’m your biggest fan, but serioiusly? What the hell happened with you created the color Pink? We’re you drunk?
Oh, now don’t be that way! Come on, you know there is a major design flaw with that color! Every shade from plum, lilac, and lavender, to cerise, scarlet, and magenta–all brilliant. Reds to purples, no one does it better than you. But pink? Really? You had to go there? Barbie, Pepto, glam rock latex, bubble gum. The list goes on and on and on and, if anyone understands the concept of infinity it’s you. Admit it, pun intended, there are so many shades of wrong with the color pink.
I understand that like Pandora’s box, there’s no undoing what you create. Not really, not without extreme measures. But that color of yours has robbed me of my Friday, and I’d like that back. I know what hell looks like, Dear God, and let me tell you—it’s upholstered in wall-to-wall Pink. I’m not sure why it became appropriate to adorn little girls in Pink, and I’m certainly not making you responsible for that. Well, not directly, anyhow. But it’s the state of my reality and Friday was spent making a baby blanket. A pink blanket. A very PINK BLANKET FROM HELL. Ahem.
So, what do you say? You think you could grant me a do-over on the day? It would go a long way to restoring my consumer confidence in your product.
And while you are at it, I could use a few more hours in the day.
Much love and admiration, especially for Clive Owen,
Yours,
Wendelynn.
PS. I hope we’re still on for Super Bowl Sunday. I know you’re really a Hockey fan, but I think it wouldn’t kill you to make an appearance. Metaphorically speaking.
Jan 21, 2009 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
I’m starting to think Anderson Copper is hawt and Cambell Brown isn’t biased. (And still not a post about chairs. But hey, a photo of one! We’re getting closer.)
Jan 16, 2009 | In Photos
My true love said to me, “It’s probably time to take down the Christmas Tree.”
Jan 15, 2009 | This Life
I’m loving Truvia. It’s made from Stevia and is an excellent sugar substitute. Word of caution, though–this stuff is sweet! I use about 1/3 of a package for that great big mug. Which is a good thing, I guess, because it’s a bit pricey. I’m waiting for them to come out with a baking version.
And speaking of sugar, this has been making me giggle for days. Enjoy!
Jan 13, 2009 | This Life
You’re not buying it right? You see, the thing is, I had this whole post written in my head about chairs. I wrote it at 2 in the morning when I couldn’t sleep. It’s thrilling, trust me. Full of all those non sequiturs that come with sleep deprivation. (I also have a post about lubrication, but putting that in the title seemed like a really stupid idea!) And I meant to type it up and post it. But the day got away from me. And then this afternoon, I found myself on the Front Page of Etsy, right before The Best of Etsy was supposed to air. Hundreds of views later, several special orders, and my wee envelopes nearly sold out (one set left, HURRY!), I’m pooped. The post about the chairs will have to wait.
Until then, I thought I’d post a bit of The Best of Etsy. I’ve totally fallen in love with Coqu-usagiuma-maho. Ok, I can’t pronounce it but I’m not letting that stop me! This amazing little shop is a real find, full of stunning wood block prints and original water colors at prices even your economy challenged pocket-book can afford. It’s just the right kind of retail therapy. Fantastic items, terrific customer service, and no guilt trip.
My sweet painting arrived today and I’m completely smitten. It’s still in its protective sleeve until I can have it framed, but I thought I’d post a photo just the same. You know, as a distraction tactic. Is it working? Huh? Huh? Have you noticed that I haven’t posted in ages? Are you ready to forgive me?
Jan 9, 2009 | This Life
I went back to the gym today. Oof.
Jan 5, 2009 | This Life
I don’t have anything but product shots for you today–so product you get. But you have to admit, it’s a very sweet shot. Right?
I’m not sure where my last two weeks went, much less my weekend. Alas, my fortune did not prove true—at least not for this weekend—and I didn’t get to try anything new. Instead, I poured heart and soul into all the finishing details of my next product launch. That means buttons. Lots and lots of buttons. I’m bleary eyed from sewing buttons and there are yet more in front of me.
What follows buttons? Photos. Hundreds of them just today! I managed to finish 2/3 of my outlined projects for January. And I’ve listed about half of that. But I’m walking around all squinty-eyed and wishing for better light. It’s always the same lament.
So, it’s New Year’s and my year has taken off on rocket fuel. How is yours shaping up? Any resolutions? Any big hopes or dreams or desired avoidable regrets? Yeah, I’ll wait for you to re-read that last one. Sleep deprivation makes a girl needlessly wordy.
One of my main goals for this New Year is to get a bit more organized and find some sort of balance to all my assorted endeavors. Change is scary and we all know how I feel about organization, so this should be interesting. I’m looking forward to sharing details with you, but those will wait for another day. Until then, I’m sending you my love.
(ps–I’ve been remiss in responding to comments. But I have read them and I’m smiling! Please keep it up, I promise to get back to responses just as soon as I can see clearly again!)
Dec 27, 2008 | This Life
We woke up Christmas morning blanketed in fresh snow. Such an expanse of white is impossible to resist–coats and hats and gloves and scarves donned, we slipped into the white with glee.
There is something about fresh powder that is magical! The sound of snow beneath your feet is a silence you can almost hear. Soft shuffling, brightly colored snow birds we crunch, crunch, crunch our way. Our neighbors appeared in windows, we waved our Christmas greetings. Silent best wishes for a New Year–best wishes you can almost hear.
