I am fresh out of blog material. I’ve hit a wall. I am creating blog posts and saving them as drafts and never going back to finish them. Is it better to step away from the computer or blog on? I haven’t the foggiest.
Let’s cover yesterday’s highs, shall we?
“Sandwich”. That’s what I call my daughter. As in “Bologna Sandwich”. I know, it is totally absurd. But she is edible.
Another item of interest: I brought home a rug. On approval. Which is a dangerous game to play. Because of course I don’t need it. And of course it is lovely. And it was on sale.
While rug shopping (I forgot to mention I wasn’t even shopping for me) I came across these ginormous Egyptian angel wings. I will be hauling them to a project to see if they work. I just need a school bus to transport them. They are rock and roll. And sometimes a house just needs a dash of rock and roll.
After a long day on the town… we come back to the office to select paint colors for another new old project in Memphis. While we solve world peace debate over Grant Beige or Old White, Belinda Carlisle plays on Pandora in the background. LOUD. (Go create your station. You will thank me later.) The FedEx woman drops by a pleasant surprise… an original (pencil on vellum) set of construction drawings… hand drawn. A lost art form indeed. Allison says “we should probably make copies”… I think she fears I’ll spill Diet Coke on them.
by Erika
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