We went from bachelor-pad boyish to by-golly girlie in just two days. Many ladybugs lost their lives. And I learned that, while I may be the world's worst painter, there are many others just as bad. One corner down, three more to go. Downstairs.
fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
Looks faaaaabulous dahling, perhaps a little Martha Stewart in this photo but I'm sure that will change...
ReplyDeleteVery Zen. Needs more JUNK!
ReplyDeleteI recognize something here...
ReplyDeletehow purrrdy.
ReplyDeleteWhat is this??? It's too glam!
ReplyDeleteYou need a skull on the wall and a rusty refrigerator on the front porch.
Or, should I say, under the front porch.
I got a really nice stuffed baby alligator. He has an eye missing, but his tail is cutely bent, and if you hang him from the ceiling it would really help tone things down.
How are we going to have B & C Junk City South with all this good taste running riot?
I'm putting the alligator in the mail today.
I think you're talking about my alligator! The one in the window in NYC.
ReplyDeleteNo! This one is mine. I bought in Florida when I was 12. Or 16. No memory, me.
ReplyDeleteBut where is your alligator, anyway?
Why don't you have it with you when you need it?
This creature crisis calls for a call.
I'll try again.
Wow you really got the stuff to make it all puff...daddy doesn't exactly feel like you yet I agree with the alligator or maybe a brightly colored plastic something? did you say you painted the floor ? great pics keep em coming...
ReplyDeleteSounds like you are feeling cornered
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