Peeps. Not a great Friday, as I’m totally underwater
and now have a weird respiratory infection that is sweeping the town. And
lucky for me, I can’t take anything except Sudafed and Tylenol. But it is
comforting to know why I occasionally feel like someone is sitting on my
chest. Yesterday went something like: “I’m 99% sure I’m not having
a heart attack….but should I ignore being unable to take a deep breath?....what
does WebMD say….’eh, I’ve got a call in 5 minutes so fuck it”.
I did have this piece to pass along: Goldiblocks. The ad is 2 minutes, and pretty cute.
On my oddly consistent theme of feeling old, check out the Huffington Post’s pick for 10 alternative candidates for the sexiest man alive
(its Adam Levine this year, incase you’ve been avoiding the grocery
store). I knew 3 by name, and had seen a fo
urth. What is your score?
urth. What is your score?
Did I already tell you that the much adored hollyhock/mudcloth sofa
combo was from Jamie Meares? I think it was published in Southern Living, but
anyways Jamie has a nice store http://www.furbishstudio.com/
and blog http://www.isuwannee.com/
Leading contender for nursery: this delightful gender
neutral wallpaper.
But, since this would be way easier to install myself (paste on wall method for all Cole & Sons, btw), I may “settle” for:
Samples are ordered, but are taking FOR EVER.
Peace out. I’ve got a crocodile/super hero party at a
bounce house on Sunday, and there is an apparent helium shortage which is
cramping my balloon decor (wait until next week, when I draft my manifesto
style rant on helium shortages). Wish me luck.
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