Holy Cats I would give my right nut for a bonsai in one of Natalia Ortega Gamez’ split planters. I don’t even have testicles, but if I could I would grow them and then give them up if that’s what it would take to get my acquisitive mitts on one of these little trees. Via Designsponge.
Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve posted a Monday Materialism. I love this Shaun Sondheim print very much, and would like to put it beneath my ‘Happier than a Bird with a French Fry‘ print. I’ll call it my Wall of Unshakeable Optimism. Via Swiss Miss.
I have creepy blonde eyelashes, ergo I wear mascara most every day. I also have startlingly oily eyelids, something Marie Claire lead me to believe was physically impossible, necessitating the purchase of $90 eye creams, but that’s neither here nor there. For a long time I was resigned to a near-permanent smear of mascara and eye-oil caking into the incipient lines beneath my eyes, until a routine trip past the Clinique counter changed all that. It’s called High Impact Curling Mascara, and once on that shit does not move, which is impressive and all, but the best part is when you get in the shower you can pull the mascara off in little tubes. No, seriously, they look like tiny insect legs, and until that moment there is no smudging or caking or interaction with eye-oil at all. I honestly don’t know why we haven’t cured cancer yet if there are scientists out there who can make a mascara that will come off in little tubes.
As an aside, he camera I am using right now is tiny and snapshotty and not really up to the rigours of photographing kale and the various goods I like to tell the internet about, so I’m having a hard time bringing myself to do things like recharge the battery. Besides, a tube of mascara is hardly visually thrilling, so this perky lady from the LIFE archive will have to do.
For someone as obsessed with food as I am, it’s surprising that I waited until the university I work for finally decided to pay me in the last week to buy a decent knife. I like to think I’m making up for lost time now. Now all I need to do is find the right name so I can creep out my visitors.
Tolga! Tolga! Tolga! 2000! Or, as I like to call it, my bogan attempt at a Case Study bed, inasmuch as it is low slung and has metal legs.
It took a lot of work to get this together. The single bed frames were too wide for my double mattress, so I had the slats cut down and the grooves to hold the wire base re-routed by a carpenter. Which means I commissioned a carpenter to do work, which means I am an adult. The only thing I didn’t have duplicated were the holes to hold the plastic things that keep the wire base in the grooves, which means that until such times as I acquire both a drill and moral energy it’s mostly held together with electrical tape and prayer. Still, it is remarkably sturdy, and quite lovely, I think. Ikea would make a mint if they made double versions of the Tolga frame.
I totally shouldn’t post this before I’ve actually, you know, bought this 100% attendance pin, but I’m waiting on payment from an Australian university and that could take a very, very long time. Either way, if someone gets it before me I may well cut a bitch.
I lost brain and heart in a breakup, but I still have viscera man and eyeball. Soon I will have cow and pig. Then I will be truly happy.
Oh God I can’t wait for winter. My brain works better, I stop breaking out from all the wretched heat, and I can wear giant giant clothes without looking like a mopey teenager hiding an eating disorder. I also don’t have US$150 for this, the greatest scarf I have ever seen, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
I’d really love to accumulate a neat little collection of alarm clocks to put somewhere in my house, but I get the feeling that’d be really bad feng shui as I’d never have the moral energy to keep them all wound and functioning. My beloved Chinese alarm clock hasn’t been working for years, so it must be blocking something. Either way, it is red and silver and white and pretty, and totally worth the blocked chi.
I’ve been eyeing off Brandon Bird’s stuff for a long, long time but have yet to pull the trigger. You can get the Chris Meloni valentine as a print, and I do believe it needs to come home to me, to be framed and put somewhere prominent in my house.