Beds -- Not Just For Night Night Time

I'm sorry that I've been kind of losery up in here -- someone obviously forgot to drink their tiger blood -- but you guys gotta cut me some slack (please). My mind is so feverishly feeble that I need a cane just to get to the other side of a sentence. Thank goodness Karly will be here tomorrow to rescue me, but until then you can watch me limp through this post like a broken gazelle. Don't sick the hyenas on me just yet; I do at least have a few pretty pictures for you. Of beds. That I would like to lounge on. During the day.

They're called daybeds.

Karly has one and now I want one, too... not that I could squeeze another single stick of furniture into this house. But as I've laid propped up on the couch for hours at a time, snotty toddler wheezing at my chest, watching Coraline and Nightmare Before Christmas (Ike has interesting taste) play like a stop action mobius strip across our tv, I've really found myself wishing we had a bed in the living room.

A daybed might be a little less squicky, right?

[Lonny, Marie Claire Maison]

I'd Rather Be in Mexico

Despite holiday promises of renewal and rebirth, this weekend was full of snot, wheezing, and bad takeout food. Thanks, Jesus. Oh yeah -- and we put a bid in on our dream house, only to lose out to one of the TWENTY SEVEN other bidders on the property. So I'm taking the rest of the day off to baby my sick baby, and to lick my own wounds. (And maybe to start practicing my prayers.) I sincerely hope your weekend was better than mine. But if not, feel free to join me on a virtual vacation to Cuixmala, a luxury resort on the Pacific coast of Mexico.

I know -- it looks pretty shabby. Let's check out the rest of the place and see if we can handle it (or if it can handle us).

Dudes, I am off like a prom dress.

Who's with me?

Pretending is Good For You

No fancy post today, for the babe is bubonic sick and my throat is swollen up like a basketball. Instead of struggling to shower you with wit information words of any kind, I'm just going to imagine that I'm here:

I'm a huge fan of pretty much all of Ilse Crawford's work, and her renovation of the Dinder House is grand yet eminently livable. So if Calgon is going to take me anywhere, I hope this is it.

Happy Weekend, friends! Back Monday, hopefully in better form.

[NY Times]