...best refrigerator...

...EVAR!


A late 40s/early 50s Philco v—handle refrigerator.

Turn the left side of the V and the refrigerator opens on the left.  Turn the right side, and yep, you guessed it...it opens from the right.

God, that's brilliant.

...the girl from yesterday...

It wasn't really sad the way they said good-bye 

Or maybe it just hurt so bad she couldn't cry 

He packed his things, walked out the door and drove away 

And she became the girl from yesterday 

He took a plane across the sea 

To some foreign land 

She stayed at home and tried so hard to understand 

How someone who had been so close could be so far away 

And she became the girl from yesterday 

She doesn't know what's right 

She doesn't know what's wrong 

She only knows the pain that comes from waiting for so long 

And she doesn't count the teardrops 

That she's cried while he's away 

Because she knows deep in her heart 

That he'll be back someday 

The light's on in the window; she's waiting by the phone 

Talking to a memory that's never coming home 

She dreams of his returning and the things that he might say 

But she'll always be the girl from yesterday 

Yeh, she'll always be the girl from yesterday

...Happy New Year...

...I don't do holidays well...

...under the best of circumstances, and this year is hardly the "best".

I probably won't post until way after the new year, so to my two constant readers ~ Bernie & Tachitup...Merry Christmas.

To the shitweasel who still snoops here and utterly destroyed my Christmas this year, I sincerely hope that everything you've given this year is returned to you twenty~fold.

....I ask myself ~ is all hope gone?...

I don't think so.  I hope not.  This business in Connecticut has me all bolloxed up.  I don't have children (a combination of inability to carry and a very quiet biological clock).  To be honest, most times I don't even *like* small children (I don't steal their candy, or tell them the Easter bunny is a big fat lie or anything like that), I just don't have any experience being around them for long periods of time.

But I have a younger brother.  He's going to be 50 (gah...it pains me to write that) in March.  When I heard about this horror in Connecticut yesterday, I immediately thought about this favorite picture of the two of us:

It was taken when we were both under ten years old.  The cabin in the background is where my grandfather was born and we were visiting there with him.  We must have have gotten bored and wandered away and someone took this photo.  I love it...it shows two children simply being children and enjoying the sun and family and just being alive...something those sweet little ones in Newtown will never be able to do.  

Most people who know me think I'm some sort of tie–dye wearing, bleeding–heart liberal, but I like to think of myself as a "nice"–ican or a "kind"–ocrat.  I hate knee–jerkism on both sides of the aisle.  I think that people who need it should have assistance, but that it shouldn't be permanent enough to cause it to become a generational source of income.  I think people with eleventy billion dollars in assets should probably pitch in more, but more importantly should do good things with the blessings in the their bank accounts.  I don't think kindness and generosity and love and morality can be legislated.  

I don't have any answers.  I don't think now, when the details about this horror are changing by the minute, is the right time to start debates.  I guess the one thing I will say is that I don't understand why anyone (excluding military, law enforcement, blah blah blah) needs assault weaponry.

If Nick Lowe hadn't already written this, he would have surely written it yesterday:

"What's So Funny 'Bout Peace, Love and Understanding?"

...you can keep your Elf On A Shelf...

...I have a Dog By A Log  : )

It's a cold damp day here in Bugtussle, so a fire is just the thing

(the match holder was the victim of an unfortunate encounter

between a German shepherd and a Murphy's Oil Soap'd floor)

...much better...

Why yes...that *is* a pink Christmas tree.

Most of the ornaments are vintage Shiny Brites

Greenery courtesy of my neighbor's evergreen, 

that suffered its demise during the big storm

The piano.  The birds' nest is genuine.

All put together by lil ole moi.

"Flowers" are made from vintage book pages.

I made the sign.

If you'd like your house styled for Christmas, or know an individual or a corporate entity who might have use of that type of service, please let me know. (I'm also an event planner...from birthday and dinner parties to corporate shindigs)