It seems like life has been rather banal at Casapinka lately. Well, trust Husband to mess it up by legging it to Washington DC while our government is taken over by a few people drinking tea. As soon as he leaves, we wake up to BEES in the living room. Jun'ette came flying up the stairs at 6am screaming "Bees bees bees!" (because really, had she raced up screaming "Skunk!" "Robber!" or "Evil Tea Partiers!" the story wouldn't be the same.) I was so brave. I really was. I realized today that I'm just great in a crisis. The day to day mundane of getting Junior to school with his fly zipped and wearing matching shoes, I fall short. If I didn't let Jun'ette secretly sit on 4 telephone books and drive the car, we'd never make it. If you report me, I'll deny it. Send me a crisis, though, and I'm on FIRE. A useful trait in a knitting designer." OMG, I DROPPED A STITCH!!!!!" some people might scream. Not me. "Oh my, I dropped a stitch. Time to pop the pizza in the oven," is what you get here. Sorry, I'm boasting.
Which has nothing to do with my illegally driving at age 10 year old's room decor, but I easily digress.Above is her collection of Swarovski crystal figurines that my MIL got her into collecting. I found the display thingy at a flea market where it was all yellowish and mildewy (see below), but I cleaned it up (Calmly! Without freaking out about toxic black mold!) and gave it some paint, and now it's great in a kiddo room. The rabbit print is by Kari Herer as is the horse print. I learned about her from Frankie Magazine, a fantastic read from Oz and Bubbles' really likes her prints, too. Otherwise, they wouldn't be in her room, right?
After I'd saved us all from Killer Rhode Island bees and picked up the kids later that day, we went to the park. It's all done up by a RISD artist with interactive playground equipment that feeds your kid kale while electromagnetically implanting phrases into their brains like, "GMOs are bad" and "Ted Cruise is screwing America". In all of this is a seat that looks like a giant red cup on a stem. One sits in it and then, from centripetal force or something, it spins, spins and just continues to spin from your body weight, unless you hurl yourself out of it like a seizing fish. Junior took his turn in the cup but he's not so good at getting out of it and 30 minutes later, on the way home, placidly rolled down the window in my car, quiet as a mouse, and BARF. Sadly, the window is one of those kid windows that doesn't roll all the way down. HELLO, great design! Do car designers not have kids who puke in the backseat?! Do car designers not have have lazy days where they make their kid in the back pay tolls, necessitating a window that rolls down fully?
Gawd. I did manage to clean out the backseat and then sew a curtain for the kitchen window which will delight Husband. Anymore driving by while the kitchen light is on and someone is getting a midnight snack in his/her underwear is no longer going to get a free show. But really. Husband leaves town and we get bees and throw up - it always happens. Last year it was Hurricane Sandy. Well, I'll close with some more of Bubbles' bedroom decor. This is a painting that Margaret Owen gave to her. It sits on top of her bookcase in a place of honor.
We have Margaret's paintings scattered throughout our home because they are so pretty and happy. And finally, I know you've already seen the hanging pillow case from Designer's Guild but hey, if I type it again I get more hits from people searching for DESIGNERS GUILD BED LINEN and Tricia Guild is liable to just send me an entire line of her wallpaper to wallpaper my fridge and every fridge in the neighborhood of Casapinka.