don't go changin'

as far as i can tell you either love rita konig or you don't. some say she is insipid..i say she's quite sipid. some say she is haughty, snobbish, a silver spooner. i think they would be right there. and i think that's part of her charm. but it's clear since her domino days her style hasn't wavered one bit. she is steadfast in her love of english delightfulness and girly glamour. and for that i am a bit envious, or at the very least curious. i mean my decorating fetishes are all over the map. i googled rita today b/c i actually miss her apartment, you know...the one that was always featured in domino. and for a while there i was so over that apartment i threw up a little every time i saw it. but i found these images from her newish blog over at the ny times and i have to say the little changes she has made have made me love it all over again, along with that quirky english hodge podge of treasures she does so well...


***update..ok, so it's not the same apartment, it's a new one. but the point is still the same.
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as a mom your job never ends. no breaks, well...maybe short ones, but nothing like you need. which is hours, maybe days. especially when you feel like ass. as in flu ass, cold ass, swinesarsmalaria ass. back before i was a mom when i got sick i could stay in bed all day if i wanted and convalesce with the best of em. i could watch movies all day, never bathe, wipe boogers everywhere, not that i did but i COULD HAVE (ok maybe one or two) and order food in. see all that changes when you become a mom...i could look like this:

and i would still be expected to get up and make breakfast, lunch, dinner and everything inbetween. so even though i can't i would LIKE to pretend to take refuge in this room all weekend long:isn't it ambrosial? it looks like an angel's bedroom on a cloud. every 2 hours i would like my sweet little one to visit me and give me a hug and tell me what she was up to while mommy was busy resting. she would bring me a cup of tea and the latest paper issue of lonny, which michelle and pat made special just for me. then she would be on her way until i requested her presence again in two more hours this time bearing some luna and larry chocolate peanut butter coconut milk ice cream...i could go on and on. but i won't, in fact lest you think i am complaining please remember this- never ever in a fucking lightyearcoon'sage type of time frame would this happen which is why i have this blog so that i can pour my poor me heart into it every now and again. when in reality i still have to pick up a shitload of toys (little teeny tiny ones too, like hundreds of pennies teeny tiny), bathe a child, clean a kitchen and put said child to bed (which might sound delightful and easy but if you know my child this tends to be anything but the case) before this day is over. and so you know...these are things that on a normal every day basis i do without thinking twice but this week these chores and activities seem really really tedious. so sue me.
on another note...this guy is feeling pretty good right about now, huh?!!!

i still wouldn't trade places with him for the world. (except when he bangs michelle...YEAH I SAID THAT!)

pretty finds

ruthie sommers does stripes and candy colored chairs...ummm...yes please.

kishani perera does a trifecta of gorgeous lighting in an entry.

opium wallpaper by albany-i vote for it in a kitchen. i am CRAZY!!!!
a room by carolina irving. drapy, womanly, pretty patterned bonanza.

customized cupcake car

more like customized douchebag car.

"Put on your matching hat, slip under the muffin top of your Cupcake Car, and let the world figure itself out for awhile. Get (or give) the sheer, joyful chaos of a gift that is mind-blowing, triple-dog-dare, double-infinity forever cool. Make the kids or grandkids literally squeal with joy. Bring it to work and buzz the breakroom. Crash parades! Putter about the ‘hood. Ever had a crowd of kids chasing after you just for the crazy gleeful heck of it? (No worries, the top speed is a comfy-safe 7 mph.) What’s it made of? A 24-volt electric motor, a heavy-duty battery, sheet metal, wire, fabric, wood…and mad genius. Launched at Burning Man as a cooperative art car project, the Cupcake Car sprang from the fevered mind of Bay Area artist Lisa Pongrace and her less-rules-more-laughs posse of artists and techno geeks. Yours will be tricked out with your favorite topping, so start thinking flavors. "

"let the world figure itself out for awhile"? how about you figure out why you are retarded enough to drop 25k on a fucking car that looks like a cupcake?

"crash parades"? douche
"putter about the 'hood"? douche

"ever had a crowd of kids chasing after you just for the crazy gleeful heck of it?"? a.k.a. a mob chasing you down to kick your ass for driving around in a cupcake car. and at 7 mph they WILL catch you.

and neiman marcus you are swimming in a vinegar and water solution too for selling it.

thanks to whitney for the heads up.