paint that studio! it looks like the golden girls in there all white and tame!
(i'm saying this as somone with 6 gallons of unopened paint for projects started -- maybe imagined -- last spring.)
i say the same about a graduate degree, which i should have finished 25 years ago. at this stage in life i'd rather do nails.
just today i was saying i'm going to do the men's room in elizabeth taylor photos.
when i moved out of my parents' house, i put my high school diploma (a big padded thing with an etching of the school on fake silk) right in the garbage.
you know, there was a polish food cart in portland for a few months, with cabbage rolls, sausages, dumplings with sour cream, bacon and onions, cucumber salad, and a nice polish lady with the best accent. i was so sad when they moved away.
i did and it sure does imply bratkartoffeln (literally fry-potatoes) as pictured with onion chunks is german fries.
you know what the germans got right was that hot potato salad.
and that seam -- why so sharp? i remember my bit also had a part about the thing in there that made the water colored. my grandparents bathrooms were kind of luxe industrial now that i think about it. carpets, strange tiling, and fun pocket doors that DID NOT LOCK.
‘did the padded toilet thing’! i remember the blue toilet did feature in my direct to cassette tape ‘radio show’ comedy half hour.
my grandmother’s bathroom did not have a tea cozy for her Lou Rawls, but every kleenex box in the house had one. the main one was oak.
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