house beautiful does hippie plus a word with the editor- newt turner.

the dec. issue of house beautiful was good.

i enjoyed it like justin timberlake enjoys camp cooter.

this particular house delighted me lots...

it looks like it smells of patchouli, sure, but nothing a boiling pot of vinegar and a diptyque baies candle can't erase..

the relaxed vibe is very appealing to me..

all those SEXTILES!!!!

kilims and velvet and suzanis?



so of course i set out to find less expensive versions of all these commune pillows and blankets and rugs..







here is just a sampling...

this one is 150.  it's 5x7 











14.99 and 24.99 for the pillow covers.


go HERE.





this month's editor's letter was all about the "trends and buzz around the blogosphere"..

"chinese garden stools, zebra rugs, sunburst mirrors and  slip covers"



didn't i write a post or 2 about that?

and didn't you all leave your opinions on the subject of trendz?

in case you think i am crazy:

part 1. 

part 2. 


what does it take to get a mention?

i mean...really?

could he not have said..

"the really stupid funny jenny from my favorite and my best blog wrote a post about trendz and how much they suck sometimes and how we're all sick of seeing them. lots of readers chimed in and it was a crazy awesome debate!!!.."

only in newell's newt's (that's a nickname for newell, isn't it?) own voice, ya know?

i mean why do people like habitually chic end up in every single magazine in the universe and i am getting my shit ripped off without even so much as a link?

come on newell.

i feel so used and violated.

like the back row at a justin beaver concert.

throw a girl a bone.



don't make me come over there...



dispatch from england. and guilt trips from the hood.

 i have been getting pictures sent to me from my dad via email since their arrival in england on tuesday morning.

it hurts.

these came today:



mother FFFFFFFF!!!!!!



shit yes that sky is for real.

that is an abbey older than balls.


that's my mom standing in weetons. a specialty food store that has shit that you want to eat in it.

like meat pies and fresh yorkshire cow ice cream that will melt your face off.



fuck you park.



blood taken.

staph infection suspected.

testing for autoimmune diseases too.



here's where i'll be:


doing this:

(which as we all know is pretty fucking awesome!)


snuggling this:

clean hims face.


don't choke on your meat pie.