There May Have Been Glaring Involved

Andrew brought me a basket of Peterbrooke for Easter, and it included that flower, made of delicate, creamy, European style chocolate. I was so excited by the inevitable sugar coma that I yelped, "Oooh, roses!"

To which he replied flatly, "It's a tulip."

I know. YOURS WERE THE TULIPS.



p.s. Do you live in or around Los Angeles, Juneau, Anchorage, Vancouver, Whistler, or Seattle? Can you recommend any good flea markets, eateries, hotels, or, um, anything? We're about to get the show on the road again, so I'm all ears.

Three Seconds Ago I Bought This Though I Am Pretty Certain I Need To Pair It With A Tank That Reads I FIND RODEOS CRUEL AND OBSCENE JUST SO YOU KNOW

It was those little pearly buttons that did me in.

Easter Manny

Manny vomited all over The Office today. Sadly, this means no bad ass bunny ear photos because dressing your dogs up when they're gassy and pukey is abusive. Otherwise, it's just really funny.

I mopped the floor and promised him I'd stock up on green food coloring for Halloween since I think he'd make a believable Incredible Hulk.

Or head of lettuce.

Remember That Time I Went All Selby Style?

Hello. It's 12.45 in the morning and I'm online shopping for the perfect light fixture for a dining room that I'll never eat in in a house that I'm about to move out of. Because that's how I roll. I haven't come across it, but I did find this for the price of a South Beach cocktail. I've been obsessed with enamelware lately and in my midnight stupor I've promised myself it looks a little bit like this bitsyness.

Which I'm sure it doesn't, but if it did, wouldn't it have been better than what I put here?



Except in this size?



I love those.

I'm not sure I shouldn't just get it over with and steal them next time I'm taking pictures in Adam's office.

The Gods Are Effing With Me Or Maybe It's Karma

Andrew and I are traveling to the west coast in a couple of weeks, and I've been packing and and tying up some loose ends, like trying to make sure that when we get back we're not homeless or sleeping in a one bedroom corporate apartment on a craptastic mattress with four dogs and fluorescent lighting. You know, little stuff. I've been behind on important things, like posting our snowboarding faceplanting photos, or actually any photos from the end of the first part of the World Tour, which is really only important to me so that when I'm ninety seven I can prove to myself that I really was spry enough to land with my snowboots on the back of my head.

Priorities.

Anyway, it's not the packing or moving that's got me behind it's the sick air conditioner that had to be serviced, the motherboard (yes, it was the motherboard, I was right for once!) of the refrigerator that had to be replaced, the leak in a main plumbing line that was never capped correctly, the washing machine that ate a lethal pillow, the condo commando going all ape shiz over barbeque protocols, the tenant who wants to move to North Carolina, the tenant who throws midnight rock concerts, the tenant WHO I'D LIKE TO THROW A ROCK AT, the emergency call to the exterminator, the rush to the emergency care clinic from a hundred something fire ant stings, the finding out that I'm allergic to fire ant stings, and the building that I just found out never closed out their permits. From five years ago.

So. That's where I'm at.



p.s. Blogher has extended an invitation. Yes or no? Thoughts?

Before + Progress Pictures: The Historic House By The Water: Dining Room, Part 2

Howdy!

Guess what we've been up to?

(Not a single one of you are going to mention that we're just now finishing this room as we're moving out of the house.)







Ignore the dog crates. And the boxes. And the disheveled paintings.

We've started packing for The New House. You know, the one we're moving into in six weeks. The one we still haven't found. And did I mention we'll be gone two of those six weeks on the second part of The World Tour?

BECAUSE WE'RE INSANE.

Anyway, back to The Dining Room. It still needs some finish work and a light fixture. We'd planned on buying West Elm's Pleated Pendant, but they're no longer carrying it. So. Any suggestions along those lines? I can't get pleats out of my head.

Oh, also, because we spent seven thousand hours sanding this wall to get it to match the original finish, I have to include this.



It used to be solid with only one opening in the dead center. Remember?

Sober Valley Lodge

Whenever she wears these I expect her to belt out the lyrics to I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For.

Except that's impossible to do with a mouthful of socks. From the dirty laundry pile.

Fifty Six Days

Is how long we have left until our new tenants are scheduled to take occupany of this place, which means it's probably a good time to pack and hire a moving van and, you know, FIND A NEW PLACE TO LIVE.



We've been snowboarding.

But! We did submit an offer today. I have to qualify that by mentioning that we wrote it up for their asking price. Minus, oh, $125,000-ish. So.

Anyway, it's a very nice little place. And it has washers and dryers both upstairs and downstairs.

Two sets.

What kind of people need washers and dryers both upstairs and downstairs?

Probably the kind of people who live in houses that are $125,000 more than I'm willing to pay for them.

But a girl can dream, right? Think about it. WE COULD HAVE UPSTAIRS CLOTHES AND DOWNSTAIRS CLOTHES.