Shower for Glory

Please read Molly's post on Ally, Zeb, and Glory. It's a heartbreaking story and a worthy cause, but Molly explains it better than I could, so I'll let you just read her post and check out the links to the Star Telegram for other details and Gladney Center for an opportunity to donate.

Robots

I love this little Etsy pillow by Sara Carr.

BIG NEWS, FOOLS! BIG NEWS!

Are you noticing everything in this picture? Do you see that tea trolley/bar cart in the foreground? Did you catch the chair with caning in the back? Did you notice the dresser with perfect lines? The vintage typewriter? All these delicious goodies are in my garage right now, and they're not for me. Want to know why I have them?

My MIL and SIL and I are getting down to business! Did you hear that?

We are researching, collecting, refurbishing everything you could possibly ever want in your life. Watch out. We are looking for a booth to rent in a venue chic enough to house our warehouse of wonderfulness.

Um, did I mention that my mother-in-law is an interior designer? She's basically bound by law into being elegant and perfectly edited. And did I mention that my sis-in-law is Monique, queen of trends and beautiful in everything she touches? I just want you to get ready. Just warning you that's all.


That's just another one our pieces with potential. Do you see the bureau/writing desk tucked in behind the dresser? I wish you could see it because it's one of my favorite things we have... so far.

So reader(s), where should we go? Where do you go? Where is the perfect place? A convenient place with mucho foot traffic? A place where our furnishings would mesh with the purveyor's aesthetic? Please tell me. I need some opinions here.

Transitioning

The tree. (You know the bit with the sideways pictures.) Is it leaning?


My two favorite ornaments! I put them next to each other on purpose so they could be friends. I don't know where I got that furry one, but the angel is my mom's from when she was little. I have hung it on the Christmas tree every year for as long as I can remember. She gave it to me for our tree a couple of years ago.


I just like that leaf.

Sad stockings without a fireplace.

Installation of Lu Portraits

Sassy Lu striking a pose

Sleepy Lu opening her eyes

Coy Lu licking her paw


Laser-eyed Lu burning your face off

Thanksgiving Pics

Page 2 of my Thanksgiving Preparation Schedule.



This is the table post-feast. I feel like this looks a little sad. I promise it looked more festive with china and crystal and silver. I used napkin rings, which I have a sneaking suspicion are highly 1980s. Is it just me? I don't care. I like the way it looked.

Here's my dirty dining room secret: a sawhorse and a 3'x7' piece of plywood. Don't judge. You can't see nuffin amiss when my long flaps of linen / pretend table cloth covers it.

Chicken Nuggets

If you think this is about politics, you're wrong. I don't even know the event where this picture was taken.

This is about chicken nuggets.

I respect Michelle's style. In my mind, she has got it down. I watch what she wears because, you see, I have a less-toned, less-moisturized version of Michelle Obama's body. I am intimately acquainted with our common affliction--strong, wide, man shoulders... a raging case of strong, wide, man shoulders. So to see her here in a strapless dress disturbs me a little because I, if I am honest, should not touch anything strapless, and Michele, you are much more fashionable and attuned to flattering styles than I.

I like strapless dresses. My wedding dress was strapless, but it is a sad state of affairs around my armpits when I am in anything strapless because that is when my chicken nuggets are squeezed out on display. Grody.

What are chicken nuggets? Chicken nuggets are not the chicken breast. They are the nasty, leftover bits that wish they were chicken breasts. They are the ugly neighbors to the chicken breast. In short, they are the globules of fat that hang near the pit. And I say this with all sympathy, Michelle has them in this picture. You can't get rid of them no matter how much you work out. Chicken nuggets don't care about butterflies or curls or any kind of lift you can think up. They're genetic. I know b/c I've done research on them. I had them when I was little and skinny, and I will have them for the rest of my life.

Yet, it makes me feel encouraged to see Michelle flaunting hers, as if she will not be bested by her nuggets. I like that.