The White Album

So far 2010 is shaping up to be craptacular. This does not bode well for the next 10 FREAKING YEARS, does it? Let's recap the already long list of stupid stuff that has happened in this very new year: the entire nation has been living in a subzero meat locker. The Hunny, Baby Ike and I, have been passing around a disgusting cold. I am on a no sleep plan, thanks to Ike's first tooth. Because I'm exhausted, every night I scarf down a bowl of ice cream with hot fudge about 3 seconds before I go to bed. The scale refuses to even register my weight in the morning -- it just laughs. Oh, and the cat puked on our rug in the middle of the night, for the 854th time this month. Aren't you jealous? Don't you wish you were me? SAY YOU WISH YOU WERE ME. Yeah, it could be a lot worse, but I don't really want to hear about context or perspective or any other gross thoughtful stuff today. Instead, I've been fantasizing about painting everything in my house white, and getting all white furniture, and all white accessories. It's my new happy place, where it's clean and fresh and everything matches, and there is no orange puke or chocolate sauce, and everybody sleeps all night long.

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. (Remodelista)

I used the google to find this, therefore I have no source info. What? You think I shouldn't occasionally resort to googling my post material? I don't have time to read blogs ALL day. Update -- thanks to Nicole for letting me know this room was designed by Alexander van Berge!

Is that sofa inflatable, or is it just me? (Per Ranung)

This room is so anti maximalist, but I am in sweet sweet love. Even the buildings across the way are white. (Francois Halard)

I don't know where this came from, and those clothes are really buggin, but hot damn! White just photographs so beautifully.

So. restful. can't. keep eyes open.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. (Marie Claire Maison)

Om me padme hum a zoom zoom, just shake your rump! Uh, that's totally not where I meant to go with that. I just got a little overexcited thinking about all that white. (Living Etc)

Get out of my room, fugly brown boxes.

How not to do a white room. I want to punch that DREAM banner in the face and rip that stupid Z Gallerie pirate chandelier out of the ceiling. Repeat: this room bad. Bad white make Erin angry!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Anger level receding. (Remodelista)

Um hmmmm. (Desire to Inspire)

Oh yeah. (From the Right Bank)

Almost disqualified due to a preponderance of off white tones, but so pretty I couldn't help myself. Whatever. You can't stop me. I'm high on white. I'm unstoppable. (Style Files)

Pure as the driven snow... and the number one reason I can't actually have an all white house. (Ohdeedoh)

I think I'm actually feeling better, thank you very much, but now I'm seriously jonesing for more white crack. So tell me, smart, savvy decorating friends: do any of you have white walls? Do you like them? Does white highlight every imperfection -- like the dreaded wall cellulite -- or does it smooth over the ugly drama? Any particular colors, tips, etc? It seems like great architecture and serious windows are needed to go white, but I'm oh so tempted...

Sick Day Presents For Karly

Poor Karly -- she is one sick little girl. She's been working so hard at her real job, plus staying up late to play with me and baby Ike, and don't forget the hella funny posts she's been writing lately. So, let's all give her some presents! Send me a link of a present for Karly in the comments section and I'll try to add them to this post periodically sporadically throughout the day. Here's my gift to her:

Mmmm, a visit to the deliciously creepy Godiva store in Harajuku, Japan, because who doesn't want to get slimed by a giant chocolate stalagtite? Ok, maybe this is for me...

If you don't already know, Karly likes gold and animals and lasers and weirdo artwork. I'm sure ya'll can find something delightful. Annnnnnd, GO!

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Wheeeee! It's present time! The fabulous Sherri at The Claw sent over these SUPER FREAKING RAD gifts for Karly. How come you other posers aren't playing along? Stop pretending to work and get busy!

Awesome chairs from Moroso.

Tiger love from the most excellently named blog, Jellybean Weirdo.

And then there's the piece de resistance! Holla!

Thanks again, Sherri!

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Well, well, what have we here? Three glorious gifts from The lovely Raina of the If the Lampshade Fits have arrived on our virtual doorstep.

First we have a fabulous gold lamp designed by uber hottie Jaime Hayon that shall be delivered by him personally. Yowza!

Next we have an extra special wall mounted, horse head vase for Karly, whose heart goes pitter patter at the sight of anything equine. This one is also a Hayon original.

And finally, a set of gold double doors custom designed by Mr. Hayon for Karly's house. Say what? Well, it's a good thing she's sick and I'm feeling magnanimous, because otherwise I'd hit her over the head with the lamp and steal the doors somehow. It would be easy to steal a pair of giant gold doors, right? Totally inconspicuous.

Thanks, Raina, for your amazing gifts!

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Hey, looky here! JoAnn has been nice enough to send Karly a recycled glass tile from Ellen Blakeley:

Hey there, good looking!

Thanks, JoAnn for sending such a nice gift!

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Hooray, the presents are a rollin' in now! Here's one from Cassie at Roseland Greene:

So, yes, that is a giant clock made from a zillion spraypainted toys. Did I mention in my call for entries that Karly specifically likes white, painted toys? Nay, I did not. But Cassie is just that damn good.

Thanks, Cassie!!!

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A gift package from the magnificent Miss Tula at Whorange just came this way:

Yep. That's what it says, and you know you feel the same way. Here's the lowdown:

directions:  place macarons on plate.  eat macarons.  lick plate.

Thanks, Tula! nom nom nom...

paulette macarons http://www.paulettemacarons.com/

esther derkx man plate  http://www.estherx.nl/

"fuck housework" plate by vandalized vintage

Sick Day

I'm sorry guys, I've got a nasty case of whatever it is that's going around so I'm going to have to play hooky today.  I'll be back in full swing on Thursday and, of course, Erin will be here tomorrow making up for my lame post today.  Kisses!

Jerome Abranovitch via Le Zebre Bleu