My rich fantasy life.
Seattle's Harvard Exit theater always sends me into dreamy teenager mode -- in a good way. It's something about the house that reminds me of the house I grew up in. The big, old windows look into scraggly tree branches, and I think the house must've been built around the time our old house was as well. Anyway, I was in one of the ladies' rooms on Friday night after seeing "Persepolis," and there was a small lounge--and I thought, wouldn't it be nice to have a lounge in your home? A private little area where you just relax in-between times? It could have been the single, large martini still influencing my brain, but I think there's something to it. That may be the only room I'd know how to decorate; it would probably work really well with this:
That's a kd lang CD wrapped by Mr Cranky, a very imaginative gift-wrapper, as our new country's flag.
Today the man is riding around Bainbridge Island -- that's right, it's Chilly Hilly, and I'm sitting at home typing away. But in a short time I'll ride down to join the support team. HA. We're just there for the cafe, yarn shop and fabric shop.
Seth will be recognizable for his new armwarmers, knitted with Noro Kureyon sock yarn, which do not match his jersey at all.
That's a kd lang CD wrapped by Mr Cranky, a very imaginative gift-wrapper, as our new country's flag.
Today the man is riding around Bainbridge Island -- that's right, it's Chilly Hilly, and I'm sitting at home typing away. But in a short time I'll ride down to join the support team. HA. We're just there for the cafe, yarn shop and fabric shop.
Seth will be recognizable for his new armwarmers, knitted with Noro Kureyon sock yarn, which do not match his jersey at all.