Office Space

Been trying to jooge up my windowless cinderblock psych ward cell NOT THAT I AM COMPLAININ' where I spend long days staring at grade spreadsheets and rewarding myself for doing so much math by eating whole fistfuls of monkey munch ADDICTIVE! I am picky when it comes to prints. It can't be too college dormy cliche (hello, Van Gogh "Starry Night") and it can't be too text-heavy (Keep Calm much?). It has to inspire and offer me something new to see every time I see it.

When I was still in Boston, I met a graphic designer whose series Places I Have Never Been just struck me as so clever. The execution of this print series does not disappoint. Moreover, as I have come to know Jennifer Hill, I esteem her as a rockstar all around. My dear friends Nick and Em received a custom print of her Bordeaux France for their wedding (Tres Adorbs) and I am now a proud owner of her Boston Landmark print for the aforementioned blank canvas that is my office:

A little bit of matting and a little Bob Ross vinyl to look down on me and this den is viola! Imagination station.

Speaking of DIY design, if you are in the market for an excellent tome to help your own interior design concept, may I suggest the Design*Sponge textbook o' design. I just gifted my friend Althea with this here book and then I was all, but I wanna too! So I did, and now I can pretend to be eating my cereal NOT in the kitchen of a country bumpkin rental property but rather in a spectacular Upper East Side flat as I page through this lovely bible of original designwork.

Pants aplenty

I understand the whole metaphor for a person who "wears many hats" has operated nicely for some time. The simple switch of a hat can symbolize a whole shift in jobs, in roles, in identity. But what about pants, says I? Could not the changing of britches be just as symbolic?

Take, for interest, the Pinterest pants I have been putting on like they might go out of fashion at any time. I mean, look how Pinterested I have gotten into using a box of vanilla wafers and some leftover icing and some rainbow sprinkles when I did not have the baking pants wherewithall to bake anything for the school fall festival?

Baby Girl put on her eating pants just to ensure that there was no poison pants up in that sandwich cookie goodness.

And look at the cutesy pants I donned for the removal of otherwise ugly apple core seedage from Baby Girl's lunch fruit slices?

Let's not forget the overall pants I rocked for aforementioned fall festival. I schooled in a large pocket of Carhartt love I carry a piece of it with me.

Finally, just for literal kicks, here I am wearing my favorite jean pants in a cafe in Montreal where I asked if the waiter would take a picture of my sister and me and since he only spoke French, I guess he took that to mean, Please sweep me off my feet so that we can make a photo moment together.

Cake Display

I have wanted a cake display for a long time. I wasn't sure if that was too June Cleaver for a mod gal like self, but they're just so dadgum elegant, how can you not want one? Also, tangential note, it only recently occurred to me the symbolic nature of the name June CLEAVEr. Get it? How she's a model wife and mother, to whom her husband can readily cleave, like the Bible says, because she's just that good? So yeah, have been desirous of a cake display but the pricepoint was holding me back since I tend to shatter everything. Enter Jami Nato with her snazzy DIY cake display. I decided to try my hand at it, and even though my step-by-step was a little different from hers, I'm pleased with the final results.

Okay, now this is where I departed from the Jami Nato model. I first Gorilla Glued the base and the plate together. Waited an hour. Then! I flipped over the cake display and stenciled the bottom of the plate (because, remember? It's clear). Okay, and then I spray painted it all red so that the stencils would shine through from the top. You know me and wanting to have something that nobunny else in the world has. I was pretty pleased with the product, as was Mrs. Potatohead.