Pink Tank by Danish artist Marianne Jorgenson. She had knitters from all over the world send her pink squares and created this tank cozy to protest Denmark's involvement in Iraq.
“For me, the tank is a symbol of stepping over other people’s borders. When it is covered in pink, it becomes completely unarmed and it loses it’s authority. Pink becomes a contrast in both material and color when combined with the tank.”
Do you think she nipped down to the local Salvation Army and bought a tank on Half Off Wednesday? Husband, remember how you lectured me about trying to make a toaster cozy? Mm hmmmm.
Today I've been thinking about this delicate stenciled floor which is in my inspiration journal. It's a bit trodden on and worn, just like a well- loved floor should be. I also love the fresh flowers and open fire - add a cup of hot tea and a comfy chair and I'm in heaven! Via Living Etc.
I'm not entirely sure why the pink babies and cowboy don't come across as contrived, but I think the ensemble is rawther sensational. Not to mention that pink couch - I want to dive right in and lounge for a week or two. Shhh, Husband...I have three words for you if you aren't more respectful: Your Future Study. From LivingEtc.
I've been avoiding writing posts...the stupid Lyme is kicking me in the teeth again but I feel silly talking about it in a design blog, which should be a place of happiness and escape. Rather than making cupcakes for my Cupcake Sociology Project, with the limited energy I have, I've been delousing my children. EW. Now, aren't you glad I'm not making cupcakes and removing lice simultaneously? Perhaps the Lyme is performing a public service to the cupcake accepting masses. Oh, that's not all: Our landlord put our apartment up for sale out of the blue, didn't tell us, and went on vacation! I mean, selling a lice infested apartment right out from under a girl is rude. That should weigh heavily on a person's conscience: Leaving a husband, wife, two kids, a cat and 100 lice homeless. I know it's my bathtub that will sell the place; maybe I should paint it olive green to slow down the sale, but I think I'd rather have lice infested kids than an olive green tub. Says something about the state of the Casapinka Nation, doesn't it?