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Another Obsessive Bedding Post

Ok, so no sooner did I hit publish on my bed pillow post from yesterday, when I came across another possible contender for my bedding situation.  It's never ending y'all.  It was this post over on House of Turquoise where guest blogger Amanda from Dixie Delights was showing some very impressive before and after pics of her home (seriously you must check it out) that I stopped on this image of her barstools.

So pretty right! The fabric is Chatelet Breeze and I'm in love with the background color.  I would bathe my whole room in that color if I could. Walls, floor, ceiling, windows ... everything.



= my idea of heaven 

While the price is great on the fabric, the minimum order is 25 yards, which I definitely don't need right now.  It may be worth it later on down the road.  Sooo the search continues.  I'm loving my all white bed at the moment.  Judging by the crickets yesterday, no one loves the basement pillows? It's ok, they look better in real life and they are only temporary until I can afford 25 yards of Chatelet Breeze or 5 yards of something real fancy.  

See the rest of Dixie Delight's guest post at House of Turquoise HERE (It's fabulous y'all!) 

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Bedding Situation Update

Quick post today because I have a million things to do, which includes picking my wallet up from the framer because apparently one of the customers found it in the parking lot.  Nicely done me.

So I found a temporary solution to my bedding situation that involves some really pretty antique pillows I had sitting in the basement (yeah for free stuff!).  It makes me much happier although it's way far off from my usual color palette (hence their place in the basement).

The configuration looks less odd in person.  I purchased a new white coverlet and super soft white cotton duvet cover.  The giant pillow has an antique pillowcase given to me by The Suze for Christmas many moons ago. It was in Edward's room for awhile, but looks much better in our room with the tall canopy and ceilings.  It would be awesome to get another one (ahem).  Eventually I want to add a bolster pillow and replace the lamps with sconces as well as add some pretty wall art or chinoiserie.

Close-up of the found basement pillow:

Edward likes it.  He's taken to closing his eyes whenever I point the camera at him.

A little better.

Anyway, just wanted to give y'all an update.  It may not stay like this if I find something I love better, but having a white bed makes me soo happy.  

Eventually I will get around to finishing Edward's bathroom, but the weather forecast suggests I will be outside playing with Edward most of this week.  I'm not about to take this bizarre but welcome warm winter weather* for granted.  Also, playing with Edward is way more fun.

* I know, I know awesome alliteration, what?

P.S. What did y'all think of The Bachelor last night? I wasn't surprised Nikki went home.  I called him picking Courtney from the beginning because of her model-ness and his dude-ness.  I find Ben to be devoid of any emotion.  I was surprised when Kacie came back.  I have no idea why I was surprised, since it happens like that every year.  I can't wait for the Women Tell All next week!



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In Search of Friendly's or Swenson's or Something Similar That Doesn't Make My Children Cry

I know I am old, but back when was a kid/college student/soon to be married person, I could pop into a family friendly ice cream parlor and have a good old fashioned dessert- a hot fudge sundae, a banana split, or a simple chocolate malt. If I was luck enough to be there on my birthday, I could be assured that an affable young waiter in funny suspenders full of button flair would sing to me. The point is, I don't ever remember crying my eyes out while having ice cream.

We had a bit of an epic meltdown recently on a trip to the local "ice cream shop." Meazi and Melese wanted to go the chain Tutti Fruitti to consume whatever chemical it is they serve. I am not a fan of this place. The only thing that is good about it is that you can choose how much you want to purchase. A tiny dollop is about all I can stomach. Perhaps it is just the location of ours. It is in a new mall that is, in my opinion, at a scuzzy corner of Los Angeles. The shop itself is always way too warm. It is stuffy, and not very clean. There are always denizens right outside the door smoking, and the cigarette smell comes wafting in under the door.

When we went in the other day, Meazi had a sample of their watermelon flavor. As soon as she tasted it she burst into tears, and hurled herself onto one of the banquettes, "It's too cold Mamma! It's too cold." She wailed and wailed. I'd never seen her react that way before, to anything. I tasted the sample to see WTF was going on, and it seemed fine (if a sugary chemical can ever be fine). Meazi cried and cried and held her head complaining of brain freeze. I held her in my arms and suggested we go home. Not wanting to miss ice cream, no matter how bad it made her feel, she pulled herself together, filled a cup and topped it with a bunch of scuzzy, most likely sneezed on, toppings. It was a very weird moment with Meazi and I was almost relieved that she was just coming down with something. She got sick the next day, and eventually had to have antibiotics.

Melese had his own cup of something at Tutti Fruitti. While sitting on their tiny kiddie chairs, he also burst into tears TWICE- once when he noticed Meazi had Oreos on her frozen substance and he did not, and once when his plastic grimy chair accidentally shot out from beneath him causing him to land flat on his butt, and causing his cup of chemicals to bounce (luckily upright) on the floor.

Steven and I looked at each other and made a joke that we often make when things like this happen- "DCFS". We surreptitiously looked around to see what person in the room was going to report us to the Department of Children and Family Services. Surely they will think that these children don't belong to us, if they did they would be comfortable and happy and not WAILING IN SADNESS WHILE HAVING ICE CREAM!!

It was a debacle. Truly. We will not be returning there. Ever.

We need the ice cream shop of my childhood. I Googled and YELPed, but Los Angeles is a very strange place and most Los Angelenos wouldn't think of consuming such fattening, dairy ridden items. Did you see Angelina's arms at the OSCARS?! She probably only eats Pinkberry and probably limits herself to less than an ounce per year.

Ice Cream just isn't how I remembered it. Not at all.

It's Monday

I just want to look at some pretties, crawl back in bed with my munchkin and a snack and wait for The Bachelor.

Ten pretties for you and me.

Alease Fisher - Town & Country via Mark D. Sikes

Carolyne Roehm via Cote de Texas

Michael Smith via The Adventures of a Tartanscot

Nanette Brown - House Beautiful via Mark D. Sikes

Peter Dunham via Habitually Chic

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Jan Showers via Made By Girl

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