Like The Other Side Of The Pillow: Pillows

Mmmmm....contrast makes me weak in the knees. Flowers and fuss next to a black and white grid? Perfect.

Flashback Friday: Magic Eye and Frosted Tips

Hey Golden Grahams....the 90s called.....they want their cereal box back.

I Need Your Help

Apparently I'm a person who can't pick her own media. So go here to help me make this life-altering decision. Please and thank you.

It's a Free Country

I got these heels for myself for Christmas, but...well, I'm an adult, and I say I can open my presents whenever I want.

Girl Magenta

I have a Friend....with a capital F. Now, all of you are dear to me because you read what I write, and that's really an honor. But this Friend saved me from drowning in a self that wasn't quite right, so.....yeah.

My Friend is brilliant and poetic and uninhibited. She teaches me to be those things. I think we're the same at the core even though we're really different from each other, and that's the sort of friend I needed. And there she was.

She talks fast, and I talk fast, and we cover so much ground and go all in circles and connect topics and stories. And we move on. Then we come back to stuff. And it's ok to ask questions without answers. And nothing is fixed at all, but it seems so much better anyway. It makes more sense. We become more than our neuroses for a short time. Is that what friendship is for everyone?

It's a good thing we weren't sisters because then we'd have the same crazies, and then neither of us would be able to see the end of the maze. We had to wait until now to be sisters....sisters who accidentally dyed their hair the same color.

So. Thanks, Friend. For everything.

Too Many?

living room: 6 chairs, 2 stools

family/dining room: 25 chairs, 2 stools

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*If anyone is interested, I know where you can get more of the plastic (seafoam green or pink) and fiberglass (gray, peach, light blue, seafoam) ones for super, super cheap. Vintage chairs!

I Like Free Stuff

You know how huge flower headbands are, well, huge right now? There's a better way! And my friend Katie has found it. If you like her stuff as much as I do, hop on over to the giveaway on her blog, and maybe you'll find one in your mailbox one of these days. And maybe you'll pass out because her baby is so cute.

Like The Other Side Of The Pillow: Colors

Soulmates and Soul Food

I've finally met someone whose sack lunches as a child involved as much wheat bread, as many vegetables, as few juice boxes, and as little sugar (ie, tradeable goods) as mine did. It makes you a special kind of obsessed with treats and string cheese.

Also? Please start saving your pennies now so you can go to Communal. Please. It's a beautiful place with delicious, honest food.

Forgetting The Words To Your Favorite Song

I got lost in files of old pictures today--a fairly melancholy thing to do. They reminded me of how I used to be: thin and sandy-haired and childless with lots of breakable and dangerous items near the ground in my house. And I could tell I got more sleep when those pictures were taken because the skin under my eyes looked a lot better than it does now. Every night was date night, and Simon and I took lots of pictures of ourselves with our cheeks pressed together (and his eyes half closed...every time).

People make me feel like I'm supposed to miss those things--to mourn for the smooth stomach that had never grown life, to ache for spontaneity and sick days and meals not torn into small pieces. How can you not?

But.

There's still time in my life for houseplants on the floor and glass vases on side tables and more school and more sleep and more nights out. It's such a short season that involves desperately trying to interpret a toddler's imploring eyes and whines. There will be so many days when I won't be discovering a tiny human hiding in the the evening sun behind the curtains. So I think.....I think I love this time. I love my life today and yesterday and tomorrow....even when it's scattered or boring or exhausting or confusing......because I can't let the past or the future disturb what I have in this moment with this little girl who calls for us in the morning and knows we will come for her and help her through the day. That's what my now is for, and the past can't even compare.

Molly's Not So Bright

I know it's blurry, but can you see the date on that sign? Doesn't it just make you want to patronize this business? It was established in the >>>*FUTURE*<<< (spirit fingers).

Through-a-Lens Thursday

Like The Other Side Of The Pillow: Curtains

I heart Alexander Girard.

Remember that post about things I love? And those random color posts I've been doing? I hope it's ok with you if I just go ahead and make it a series....a series of things (colors, housewares, people. etc) I think are cool....because I just KNOW you are all concerned with what I think is cool, right?

Correspondence: Childhood

Dear FernGully: The Last Rainforest...

I recently watched you for the first time since probably 1992 when you came out. And I just wanted you to know that I love you and your mid-word capitalization and your environmentalist agenda. I love that Robin Williams as Batty is exactly the same character as the Genie in Aladdin and that Chrysta's father has the same look/voice/personality as Jasmine's father. I love that Tim Curry plays an evil, sludgy, polluting goo that sings songs with lines like, "Filthy brown acid rain / Pouring down like egg chow mein," and other way more inappropriate lines that make just as little sense (should kids movies really contain the word horny?). I love that it doesn't even matter that you make no sense because I still loved you as a kid, and I still wanted to be a fairy and fall in love with a guy with a bleached mullet so I could save the trees from pain. Maybe I still do, a little.

Loves...Annie


Dear Sesame Street...

Happy 40th birthday! It was years before I was old enough to know that 'Cereal Girl' was a parody of Madonna's 'Material Girl,' but I love you for being so awesome and full of puppets and letters.

Loves...Annie

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