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Gosh, I hate to be the “I told you so” girl. Wait, no I don’t. I LOVE being her. Anyway, I predicted it, okay? Purple is rolling back into your lives on the everywhere scale.
Here is the thing about purple that I have learned; for people who love it, it never goes out of style. They are the purple people, and they started their love affair with it long ago in a land of Polly Pockets and My Little Ponies. F’real. It is a magical colour to many. Continue reading
Here it is everyone, our Crassiversary! I cannot let it pass without paying homage to our beloved CCLC ~ Crazy Cat Lady Contingent. I am grateful for all of your fun and contributions and though I sometimes mock, you know I lurve you CCLC. I am also grateful that I have you all corralled here at Crasstalk where I can keep an eye on you. Have you ever tried herding cats? Well, Crazy Cat Ladies are equally wily.
My gift to all of the CCL’s and the people who love them; A Definitive Shopping & Gift Guide for the discerning (but still way crazy) cat lady. Because, really, how many cat tapestry tote bags do you need? Continue reading
William Morris and his artworks, especially his textiles, have gone in and out of fashion several times since he began producing them in the mid-1800s. Right now the textiles are out of fashion but I don’t care. I love his work, and I am crazy about the books issued by his Kelmscott Press. Continue reading
In the great American pastime of keeping chickens, one must first procure housing for said fowl. Chickens are not particular in their tastes in lodging, but do need protection from predators and the elements. Prefabricated coops can be purchased, but substantial savings can be had by constructing a coop oneself. A sensible person might ask himself/herself what one needs to build said coop: lumber, nails, chicken wire, etc. However, in the true spirit of American ingenuity that embodies the best of hillbilly engineering, one instead asks “What do I have laying around the house and yard?” It might be an old piece of exercise equipment, a diaper-changing table, a broken appliance, even an old sewing machine can be put to good use as ballast. The possibilities are limited only by the engineer’s imagination. Continue reading
10. Richard Avedon, Dovima with elephants (1955), $1,151,976, November 2010, Christie’s Paris auction. There are nudes below the fold…
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My BFF is Bill. He is like a scary, funny Gremlin who’s been fed after midnight. His mother recently passed away after a long illness, and though my friend is tough, this was significantly tougher. For a while, anyway.
The family mausoleum is in the historic and very beautiful Green-Wood cemetery in Brooklyn.
Symbols abound in our lives. If you got a bouquet of yellow roses from a dude in 1880, it meant “We’re pals and that’s it.”. You see a stick figure of a guy on a door and you can probably pee standing up if you cross the threshold. Victorian ladies would snap their lacy hand-held fans at you if you pissed them off. These days, women don’t usually carry fans. But I don’t know one who can’t give you the side-eye. We use these things to communicate when speech is either not needed or welcome. Let’s see how that went for me and a friend yesterday. Continue reading
I miss the desert. I miss the quiet and the calm. I miss driving down the 111, feeling the stress of Los Angeles melting away, along with my clothes and inhibitions. The heat was oppressive and comforting all at once. You didn’t have to be bothered. Bothered by neighbors, street noise, traffic or getting dressed. Being in the desert felt like our own tropical island getaway, the antithesis of living our “during the week” lives in Los Angeles. Continue reading
Barbie™, as you are all aware, is a serially unemployed torturer, an egomaniac, a clinical narcissist (though, we suppose, egomania and narcissism go hand in hand), and a witch doctor who has cast our beloved Ken™ under her spell time and time again. German, too!
Barbie™’s Dream House™ was once a fairly staid, suburban affair, but sometime in the go-go 80s, at the height of her egomania, she moved into a pink mansion in Malibu™, just mere doors down from her arch-nemesis, Lisa Lionheart™. But that wasn’t good enough for her! After a few years off from Ken™, they reunited in February and she’s decided she needs something a little bit more modern. Let’s take a look: Continue reading