ugh. i can't talk about it any more 'cept to say that i'm making up for my post-free weekend by double-posting today. gives me somethin' to do while i pat my whopperful belly while loungin' on the sofa.
anywhoo... remember this from my last post, about 8 minutes ago?
of course you do 'cuz you're just watchin' your inbox a-waitin' it, right?
'sup wit 'dat fancy bra all pushed up on your laptop 'n stuff? 'dis is a family blog, ya know.
yessiree, that la mesa was one of the germantown freebies i picked up at a time when i was wantin' to be a seller of painted wares. i raced through the finish of this curvilinear console and--ugh--sold it for a pittance.
after i peeled the veneer off the top.
why, exactly, would one sell a piece of furniture with a delicately carved drawer?
and those legs? doy. duh. dimwit.
whatev. i'm over it. fer sure.
totally fer sure.
okay, i'm not over it. not even a bit over it. i want want want want that table back and i want it back now.
and since i can't have it then i want to know the owner of that aqua chunk of my heart is oooglin', ogglin' and igglin' it all day and night and in between.
or else i'm gonna sniff you out, hunt you down and .... somethin'. totally somethin' big and mean and scary and whopperish.
'cuz i have a lot of those malted brown balls hangin' here doin' nothin' but hangin', waitin'.
but not for long.
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french country cottage
stuff and nonsense
happy hour projects
love notes by lauren