happy mothers day..

 thank you for birthing me..

i know how hard that shit was...

i also know you bled out your V for hours..

lots of blood that you had to go into the emergency room for and get it all stopped up or you would have died..

sorry about that.

i come with power and force. 

being a mom to a girl is hard.

i sometimes laugh at mom's who have boys.

it's different.

even the love is different.

it's hard to explain...

and i do know that raising boys has it's own share of difficulty and impossiblity..

but..

girls?

the hardest.

fo sho.

so, sorry for being a pain in the ass.

dramatic.

ridiculous.

mean.

hateful.

and disrespectful.

you should know that i get it in return 10 fold.

(this is her nice face)

happy mother's day mom.

i sure do love you.

thanks for all that you have given and given up for me.

and to all my mommy readers out there- happy mother's day to you too.

i hope your kids are nice to you today,

bc that's really all we want at the end of the day.

dear blogfest 2011

it is 4:39- oops make that 4:40 PM on a wednesday and i am on my second glass of shiraz.

what's that mean?

it means i'm awesome.

what's my point?

let me break it down...

blogfest 2011 is approaching and i keep getting tweets telling me there are only, like, 5 spaces left.

five spaces left?!?!?!

what the FFFF, is justin beaver going to be there?!?!!!!

well blogfest people, i totally want to go!!

b/c

 a.) my new BF newell turner will be there (way better than beaver)

b.) this shit is happening: and i really wanna hear this.

and 

c. a lot of really really cool people that i totes wanna hump respect will be there...

but once again i am light in the wallet.

farttts!!!

it's only 100 dollars and that's not a lot of money to some people and i could probably swing it in a week or so,

but right now that may as well be 1 million dollars.

but if you could "reserve" a space for me that would be awesome.

need proof that i am worth a free reservation?

exhibit a:

i have a crown.

that = importance.

exhibit b:

i have cool "friends".

exhibit c:

i grew that. 

exhibit d (for drunk):

no explanation necessary i feel.

ok then.

lemme know.

charity farts,

***my friend susie just informed me that registration is full.  all we can do is be put on a waiting list.

shitbutts.

easing you into tuesday, cozy style...

 home from work yet?

fuck that place!!!!!!

let these spaces hug you.

caress your weary soul..

this monday was a slap in the bitch box. 

a steel toed boot in the butthole..

you need these rooms..and pie.

here's to hoping you made oprah money today.

or..

you can at least come home to warmth and a big glass of wine.

lovemeat,

mondays=asshole. pretty rooms can help.

 this lamp is good.

want.

stop it:

look again...that is a sink tucked into that gorgeous thing..

find a similar rug for cheap here.

could this room be any more cozy looking?:

i will tell you..no.

i see you nailhead trim. 

i see you.

this is a damn pantry y'all:

delight in it's winey landscapey coppery glow...

i do. 

come back later as i will continue to present pretty rooms with minimal words so that you don't feel too overwhelmed with reading and frustrated with thinking.

monday's can be hard.

i love you.

we can either talk about this or my diarrhea..

so yeah, lonny OCT/NOV came out yesterday..

lot's of you have pointed out to me that you hate the blogosphere when this happens bc it's all anyone posts about.

i haven't seen any other posts about it yet, other than raina's..

if you haven't even seen it yet, then go away from here and go visit lonny and look at it.

then email me private like so we can talk about my diarrhea instead. cuz you know it's what i really want to talk about.  and come back here anyway so you can see my favorites.

ok.

it's good.  really really rully good.

in fact i have nothing bad to say.

i mean, yes there is some trellis here and some pattern explosion there but i loved it anyway..

loved it lots.

if i have anything negative to say it would be to lonny as a whole...

more kitchens please.

not one kitchen in this issue. not many kitchens in any of the issues..

whysies??

anyway..

the best...

just now noticed the art in the middle of the wall is a canvas painted the same color as the wall.

cool.  it works.  this is lulu dk's house. and it was all very very pretty. 

i am a whore for sconces and also for dressers as nightstands.  

this is a hotel somewhere and i want to go to it.

the view makes up for the baby tub.

what what?  

look at that little chrome chair and that giant highboy hutch thing beyond...

i have been looking on craigslist for quite sometime for one of those.

they are usually too expensive even for craigslist.

plus i have no room for one.

someday.

this is palmer weiss's dining room

it's very sweet, and simple and still minimal enough to make it modern. 

it's very attainable looking.

like.

this is john robshaw's connecticut country house..

it's sooo not typical country house fodder.

it's fucking amazing and i die for it.

homey loves to hang a textile.

kind of want fiona's room to look exactly like this one.

also j. robshaw's house.

but my fave fave FAVORITE in the bunch was celerie kemble's  central park highrise...

this bathroom speaks to me on many levels..the wallpaper, the matching painted trim, the sconces, the sweet little towel bar.  i have searched high and low for a cute, SMALL towel bar.  but more than anything i can't think of a more appropriate collection of art than EXPLODING volcanos!!

esp. today....

email me for diarrhea details.

ok so the tribal dudes flanking the buffet are kind of scary they are also very kind of cool and this whole dining room is fantastic.  very rich and luxurious, but not at all stuffy or uninviting.  this is what a formal dining room should be.

velvet delites.

cozy, inviting, fun, warm...

way to go michelle and patrick and everyone involved with this issue.

i hope you continue on this winning streak of awesomeness.

what are your thoughts on this issue, readers?

thank you and sorry and cupcakes

 a thousand thank yous for yesterday's kindness...

turns out after day 2 fiona came home with a smile on her face and whispered in her daddy's ear,

"i had fun today"...

you may have heard people with kids say, if they're happy i am happy.

it couldn't be more true.

just her smiling and happy about kindergarten takes me from sadtown into gladcity..

yes i miss her.

and there is still the issue of quality time spent at the end of the day, which is so short it feels non existent..

but i guess i'd better get use to this cuz she will be in school for the next 13 years...

so thanks again for letting me spill it and be sad

and not leaving me and listening to me and all that..

if i could give you a brass hand chair i would bc they are insanely good.

speaking of things that are good...

today i had a cupcake that blew my mind up..

this is not the actual cupcake bc i ate the actual cupcake and the woman's hand who handed it to me.

but this is kinda what the cupcake looked like and if you live in the atlanta area i cannot urge you strongly enough to go to star provisions on the west side and order a s'mores cupcake.

it was so fucking awesome it brought tears to my eyes.

there was some kind of graham cracker-chocolate cookie bottom half and on top of that was the moistest, chocolatiest, wettest cupcake center topped with a charred marshmallow fluff and then..

i think i grew a penis and had sex with myself and i got myself pregnant, had a baby and the baby came out and slapped my face.

for real.

thanks for loving me.

i promise i love you more.

p.s. i fully intend to eat one of these cupcakes every day until they are no longer available.

gluten allergy be damned.