Hanging with the five-year-old this weekend. And I think I hear him mumbling in his sleep. Lemme go check.
He's still asleep. But he's going to be up early in the ayem, so I better get some sleep so I can get up and wrangle him tomorrow morning. Glad I got to "see" you, though. I don't seem to get to the end of Natter as often as I used to.
I like the patterned ottoman, strega. Choose funkier bold colors for curtains or do a contrasty color on one of the walls closest to the sofa set.
Um. But you know, my apartment is romper room, so, feel free to ignore.
I don't know from furniture, so will keep shut.
Archie McPhee--I bought these from them, and Despair snapped as I put it on. I e-mailed them to that effect, and they sent me all three all over again (despite them being individually packaged) with a corny apologetic e-mail.
So now I love them forever.
I'm a little tipsy. I have 3 pairs of crocs=happy. I get an assistant= very happy.
Tipsy Daisy Jane is funny! In a surreal sort of way.
The BF and I went out to dinner with Kat yesterday and all three of us were wearing crocs. They RULE.
I threadsucked "crocs", perhaps not far back enough.
I'm too lazy to go back further. Anyway, if crocs:lacrosse::whales:preppy, I am out, anyway.
Gus--here they are. [link] Most comfortable shoes ever. And cheap too!
Oh, no! You did not put those Neo-Birkenstocks up in my face like that!
Now I need some crocs and a ninja devil duck. Natter is like a personal shopper. On acid perhaps, but with fabulous taste.