I’m an animal lover. Truly. But right now I can’t get away from wanting stuffed bambi’s to flank every wall. Even though I’ve gotten used to Count Blackula’s glass eyes staring at me, the roomies… not so much. They don’t understand it, and I get that. You see, County and I have a little relationship. And bonus: lowest maintenance pet e-ver. Then I started thinking about little Count’s life before I murdered him in cold blood, and I started feeling really really awful. I didn’t lose sleep over it or anything, but still. Poor little Black Buck.
THEN. LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND.
Oh.
EM.
GEE.
I die.
I was b-boppin’ around Lonny’s Blog yesterday and BOOM. Gold. Frederique Morrell. I can see it now. Bright walls. Mirrored accessories. Needlepoint mount. I’m thinking Betsey Johnson bright. I knew God created my desire to needlepoint in the 5th grade for a reason, but I had no idea. I mean. For. Real. So whimsical. Nice to the wittle aminals. PUURRRFECTION.
Yes, please.