Sheep's clothing

Just the thing for Monday morning.

(By Isobel Knowles via oh, hello there.)

The end is nigh

Today I'm so tired I've been seeing things.

I like to think they were just illusions, visual Freudian slips, but there's no telling for sure.

 It's been a loooooooooooong week.

Thank God it's over, let's go crazy.*

* Two words: rum punch. (By the gallon...) Visuals via ffffound.

If wishes were horses...

...then beggars would ride, and the Boy would get these this year.

 

 He could totally work a manbag.

 

Failing that, every doctor worth his salt needs a trusty vintage bag.

Clock-watching never looked so good.

(You know I want one for myself, don't you?)

Because he is a very silly man. With a beard fetish*

He knows where the La Brea tar pits are (though I am yet to take him to them). Do you?

Why is Christmas shopping so much gosh-darn fun? I think the period of austerity will be making a necessary comeback this January.

* I sense a burgeoning present trend...

Christmas comes but every year

I am looking for Christmas decor inspiration lovely blog folks. I remember seeing loads of lovely things out there in blogsville last year, but given that I was just about delirious with wedding-fever at the time, it's no surprise that I can't for the life of me remember where. Help a slightly dementing girl out. Links to awesome handmade Christmassy loveliness will be rewarded with gushing thanks and beaming smiles and lots and lots of good vibrations.

So far I've found:

far beyond my skill level but so lovely I want it anyway,

probably just about manageable and a way to use up recycled wrapping paper,

super cute but honestly am unlikely to find myself rewrapping wire with twine,

I usually buy charity cards, but this year I could recycle some,

seriously inspired to make garlands similar to these.

 Anything else delightful out there? Or delightfully cheap? (Those who can't make, buy. But always thoughtfully...)

Random thoughts for the weekend

1. Kittens fart in their sleep. And snore. This is what a week of night shifts and a furry sleepmate surreptitiously slipped into bed have taught me.

2. McSweeney's is in my head. I had so much literary potential, I swear! Can you read my thoughts too?

Ill-fitting

 

 

I reinstated my maiden name on Facebook today. Not that I'd ever got round to changing it officially, mind. (It seems the unconscious putting off of that task clearly meant something.) Facebook was an easy way of trying the new name on for size. It didn't fit.

These would fit quite nicely through the letterboxes of those on my Christmas mailing list, I think...

Knight's move thinking

While taking a break from reading this book (which is making my head spin*, albeit in an awesome way), I read a bit of this interesting blog, and then checked out this rather disappointing webchat. None of which did any good for my current neuronal Chernobyl. And then I came across these. (No, I don't have kids. But I sure as hell can have aspirations for kids rooms' decor, can't I?**)

 

(Via emmas designblogg and sproutstudio)

There will be more on the book in the fullness of time, but right now I need to find that oh-so-elusive off switch before total meltdown ensues...


*Feeling ashamed about former assumptions, breaking down beliefs, questioning motives... All in a day's overthinking.

**Oh I see the irony... Clearly it's a subliminal backlash.

Off the bookshelf

I'm a sucker for a pretty cover, and a big fan of women authors. Which goes some way to explaining why the Virago Modern Classics feature prominently on my bookshelf. (We can discuss the significance to my psyche of having fallen in love with Jane Austen at the tender age of ten another time...) This is a funny, clever, page-turner of a mystery novel from one of my favourite writers. The formidable Mrs. Hawkins' appreciation of her insomnia was one delightful way of making this week's night shifts that much brighter...

Shameless...

 

 

 

 

 

...reposting of lust-worthy house-loveliness. Lest I forget...

(Bit of a theme today it seems. Via Bliss from Eck MacNeely Architects Inc.)

Clever...

 

... thing to do with awesome wallpaper I couldn't afford (and wouldn't dare), to cover an entire room with, but love anyway.

(From sacre coeur)