Welcome visitors, immigrants, and defectors from the Brick House.
I cannot offer you any of the well-organized, elegantly photographed blog posts and DIY tutorials you get from Morgan. I am neither organized nor elegant, and yet Morgan allows me to be her friend (as long as I keep making those monthly payments...check's in the mail love).
In fact, if the Brick House lost an arm and a leg, went blind in one eye, and was dropped on it's head as a baby, this is pretty much what it would look like. But it has a certain charm, no? Just say yes.
Some(all)of you are here because of this:
It's true. I have been chosen. And like a crazed Price Is Right contestant that has been called up from the audience, I am running to the stage shrieking at my good fortune. It's not every day one gets to collaborate on a hipster pop-up shop at a gallery in L.A. with Morgan Freaking Satterfield.
So come meet us! We are weird. We will stun you with our poor social skills and beautiful furniture! We are waxing, oiling, and sanding in preparation for you. And we are even getting the furniture ready, too!
Morgan will be pouring drinks and spinning records and making gluten free cupcakes (not). I will bring my mustache and hipster food allergies. We will wear Bando heart pins and Tom's slip-ons. We will say "hey" and pretend not to care. Yay us!