The heart chooses

It's the silly little things that make you appreciate the guy you're with.
I'm going in for a haircut, so last night I asked the huz what he thinks of this cut (right side).



I was maybe 45% joking. 55% of me (that's a majority vote, guys) really likes having something weird all up in there. But, you know, teacher conferences are coming up and all.

So he takes a good look and says yeah, that might look good on you.

Now mind you, we're not in our 20s anymore. We don't have tattoos. We have kids and dogs and a mortgage. It's been a few years since either of us could honestly lay claim to "being in a band". We take multi-vitamins and eat fiber.

And yet. The dude is willing to let me hang off his arm with a spiky red Tegan and Sara mullet. It's not flowers or champagne or sandy romantic gestures on the beach, but things like this that love is made of. At least in our house.

I might compromise with this:



While the mortgage-paying, fiber-eating lame-o momsy part of me is all, "Why not something nice like this?":




I hate that lady. She's SUCH a buzz kill.

If it's not too mangled, maybe I'll post a picture of the results.
Feel free to vote on your favorite.

Also, what's with girls having chicken wings instead of arms? Ick.

What's cookin' at Modernhaus?

Oh, I don't know. Little o' this



Little o'that

Vintage Vera Neumann bedding

Years ago in a kingdom far, far away I wrote about Vera scarves and how cool it would be to turn a heap of them into a patchwork quilt. Ahh, such innocent enthusiasm. I didn't know about this:







Vera already designed bedding! I've seen a few (sort of ugly) sheets and pillowcases by Vera on Ebay over the years, but I didn't like them nearly as much as I like her other designs.
But this? Knocks my socks off. You could put it on a plain white Malm bed from IKEA and have the raddest bedroom ever.

I don't typically sell non-furniture things, but I'm making an exception for this.
Available in the shop this eve.

In other yellow news (and there's A LOT of it), check back to see what becomes of this beaut.

Crapdang

is all I can say after watching this. In one of my frequent moments of dumbness, I sold my super 8 camera. And now I have to go buy another. Or my life will be incomplete.
Oh yeah, and also, BIG SUR FOREVER!! Deetjen's and Henry Miller and Nepenthe. Forget Africa...Big Sur is the cradle of civilization, I tell you.

James & Tiffany Super 8 from Shark Pig on Vimeo.

Thanks, you, for always knowing what the cool kids are doing

Showering with others...

I did a lot of that this past month. This one was for my lovely S.I.L., who just delivered her first daughter several days ago.

Gerberas

Pretty mommy

Birds and bees

The great-grandma

Lady-like centerpiece

Peach bellinis

Your biceps are bigger than mine

Centerpiece-photos of the parents with silly chidhood memories printed on the back

Guinness chocolate and vanilla creamcheese

And vanilla and lemon...I piped the frosting on and ordered handmade sugar paste flowers so they didn't look too "bake sale"

Liked the frosting

My grandma...she made me serve her champagne all afternoon!

Pair of grand, curvaceous Italian ladies

seeking permanent American residence. Although rather old, they've kept up their appearances and, in fact, are lovelier now than when they were young.

Solid, hand-carved alabaster.
Available in the shop this eve.

Craigslist Victory!

Cue the Hallelujah chorus! Merely four years after completing our kitchen remodel, I've finally found "THE RUG".



Antique, Turkish, vegetable dyed, nearly destroyed in all the right ways, and only 80 clams on Craigslist.



I almost didn't get it. I sent the huzzy over to pick it up and he called me and whispered into his cell, "Are you sure about this thing? It's really messed up..."



How to explain to huz good messed up and bad messed up?

So I just hissed, "Don't come home without it!"
The seller bought it in Germany, at a Turkish market, decades ago. Over the phone he said it was a magic carpet but he never could figure out how to make it fly. This is why I send the huz for pickups now. Trying hard not get murdered here. Rolled up into a Turkish rug and waking up in Germany.



I'm moderately embarrassed that I didn't clean the kitchen before taking pictures. Eh. We'll all survive.