Christmas Stuff

Having just returned from a lovely trip to visit family for Thanksgiving, I am now assailed by the sudden panic inducing revelation that Chrismukkah is upon us. This signals many bad things beyond the fact that my waistline seems to expand in direct proportion to the number of days in the year -- things like impending Christmas travel and (temporary) alcoholism, but most excruciatingly it means that I have to start buying presents. As Ralphie in A Christmas Story would say, FUUUUUUUDGE.

I'm feeling a bit woozy and overwhelmed from it all, so I may have to hibernate for a little while. You know, to process stuff. Ok, and to eat some leftover cake I brought back from my Grandma's house.

Jacques Grange

This seems like as good a place as any to hole up. There better be a tv in there somewhere. I need to catch up on Walking Dead.

Back tomorrow with clean hair and a refreshed, relaxed attitude.

SIKE!

But I will be back tomorrow.

In Living Color

From where I stand, things are about 2872% better than they were last week -- give or take a percentage point. I would hate to be accused of hyperbole. I attribute this meteoric rise in not crappiness to three things: #1. None of us are sick. Hoomutherbleepinray!

#2. Wine. Lots of it.

#3. A clean house. We scrubbed everything down and flipped our flatweave leather rug over. Best decision EVER. I'm never buying a single sided rug again -- well, at least not until Ike learns to stop rubbing his yogurt face all over everything. So, maybe after he goes off to college?

To celebrate my new glitter encrusted sparkly rainbow unicorn outlook, I'm going to lift the angry ban on color and post some rooms guaranteed to tickle your pleasure center. If you're at work, try not to have a When Harry Met Sally moment when you peruse these...

Miles Redd

Via MFAMB. Does anyone know where I can find the more pictures of this house? I am total lust with that coffee table.

Molly Luetkemeyer of M Designs (psst, check out her blog here)

Nate Berkus

Elle France

That was some powerful stuff. I hope you did a good job hiding your nasty face from prying eyes.

Fall Has Fell

Fall has... fallen? Fall fell? Fall has felled all up in this joint? I know you dudes can see past my grammar drama. It's cold outside (below 70!), our yard is blanketed in filthy leaves and acorns, and I have developed a voracious craving for hot chocolate. This weekend I plan to hibernate as much as possible before the onslaught of the holidays... maybe we'll even crank up the fireplace. Pray for us -- it hasn't been turned on in years and our house will most likely explode into a zillion smoking cinders, but it's all good. That's what insurance is for.

Seasonally appropriate image via Head Over Heels.

Have a fabulous weekend!