luluving

a drastic turn in a domestic direction.

Yesterday Anna came over. And I was ironing. No. it gets worse. I was ironing Bobby's shirts. Have I become a hybrid of both of my grandmas? Well I wasn't using starch so I think I'm safe on that count. And to be fair, I was ironing his expensive linen shirts because I had haphazardly washed and dried them amongst the plebian clothing & as a result they were more wrinkled than my bulldog's smoosh face...

Aside from my imminent domestication, things are really great. And as much as I have no clue of what's going to happen in the future, I can look back on the last 3 years and distinctly see how I got to this exciting spot. Hard work, love, relationships, friends, not giving up & not accepting less than what I know is the best (from and for myself).

Now for the funnery to begin.

We are living in a new apartment in the South End & although it is beautiful, clean, organized to a T & full of love, the appearance is somewhat "clinical" (per Bobby's assessment). In order to warm it up we get to start with the fun of interior decorating. I started already at HomeGoods this weekend with 2 of one kind and 1 of another kind of pillows for the leather couch (in addition to many organizational solutions). We have 2 oil paintings in the living room & 2 pet portraits in the bedroom& the bathroom is for B&W shots.

Next up will be an odd number (3 or 5) of brown, black & gray vases & small sculptures for one of the window sills.

After that? Bobby's metal fabrication co. will step in with some epic metal gear (steel coffee table, steel shelves, steel bar cart & more!). Some shapes for steel shelving inspiration I found are the following, thoughts?

 

I also have a dedicated Pinterest board for the cause & someday hope to only feature images of the furniture Bobby has crafted - like this steel & black walnut table:

guess what's updated?! Download 10 year6-7-12

a chicken with her head cut off.

I have a wrinkle in my forehead. I guess I furrowed my brow enough and it got stuck that way. In desperation I've been trying to associate it with dehydration or sleeping on my stomach (with my face jammed into the pillow, so the most likely culprit).

That's it. Nothing left to do but get older.

 

 

Might as well throw in the towel and say goodbye to my youth right now. In fact, I think I may want to start acting like an old woman. That means I can be even MORE crazy and forgetful than I already am. Forget my underwear? No biggie (those of you that know me already know that this has been occuring for years now, so in all actuality, my mental deterioration has had many telltale signs of slippage).

In fact, I've already changed my lounging attire to include Uggs and a men's t-shirt. It's pretty awesome and comfortable, although bending over and walking can be pretty embarassing.

You know what's awesome? This ::

It is a steel, rolling, metal clothing rack, designed by my boyfriend for my clothes and shoes. Thereby eliminating his constant headache due to my running around like a chicken with her head cut off when I can't put together an outfit at his house. It's one of my favorite things right now and he even sanded it down so I wouldn't get scraped on any rough edges.