I'm Kinda Sorta Back

In case you were wondering (and I know you were, right?), I spent the last week in Hawaii attending the funeral of my beloved grandfather.

Harold Buddy O'Connor survived torpedoes at Pearl Harbor, brawling sailors in Turkey, and long car trips with two annoying grandchildren. He built a house, a Model A, a sexy seventies sports car, fine furniture, and ornately gilded frames. Plus he could draw and photograph like nobody's business. They don't make people like they used to, and a 21 gun salute and formal flag ceremony provided a fitting end to his big life. I'm sure he would have approved.

I would love to shower you with fantasticness this morning, but I'm still getting over a nasty case of jet lag, so I'm going to save my hot diggity dog post for Wednesday... you best tune in because you do not want to miss my epic tour of $20,000 dining tables and $50,000 sofas.

And finally, I have to give a huge THANK YOU to the fabulous Naomi of Thirteen and South and the lovely Alison of Life In the Semi-Fab Lane for guest posting while I was away. They did such a good job that you probably didn't even notice I was gone.

Ok, time to sleep. See you Wednesday!

Catastrophe!

Still no credenza in sight for the technocordy crapfest that's hanging out in our living room. I thought I had a contender, but the seller turned out to be a flake. Douche. The upside is that I have found a few entertaining tidbits on craigslist, and I'm posting my favorite today:

Vintage Upholstered "Cat" Chair

And I quote: "More a decorative piece than utilitarian. Covered in red velveteen with pleated skirt and faux furry cat on back. This chair wobbles a bit; should be glued. Sold as is."

You know, if they throw in those curtains, I will call Bonanza on this "cat"ch.

Happy Friday!

Double Birthday Across the Sky!

Do you remember how, when you were a kid, your birthday was THE MOST MAGICAL DAY, EVER!!!!!!!!? The celebration of the day you were born was powerful enough to stop the rotation of the earth and make ice cream cakes fall from the sky. It wasn't just about the presents, either (although they were awesome). It was about some cosmic marker of time -- a critical acknowledgment of the evolution of self. Dude, why be 9 when you could be 10? Sadly, the day after your birthday just became the 364th day until your next birthday, but that's part of what made The Big Day so special. Magic can't happen everyday, but when it does...

I'm not a kid anymore, but I'm going to work on being this excited about my birthday again. See you guys Wednesday!