Photo (c) Ned's uncle, who by the way is just a lovely person. And his wife and I might as well just merge, because we have the same taste in everything. Look at the bird picture behind me! Isn't it great? And the pale-blue toile chair!
Can something be toile and not have people in the design? What makes toile toile? June's blog. Come for the fabric talk. Stay to look at her bowling-pin calves. What up with my calves? Am going to assume the spindle of the chair is pressing them into a bowling-pin shape. But I AM from Michigan. Bowling is our sport. You can do it inside, where it isn't 400 below zero and raining ice, and? Beer.
Hi! Yesterday was the stupidest day possible! Every effing thing in the effing world went effing wrong. My contacts wouldn't go in. They just refused. It's like I got a thyroid condition overnight and my eyes were Barbara Bush buggin' out all of a sudden or something. And then? When I decided to put them in a container and give up? The saline I bought in 2011 that's been in exactly the same place on my medicine cabinet shelf all this time? Wasn't there. It had just left the building on its own.
I'd try to make calls, they wouldn't go through. Both THIS computer AND THE ONE AT WORK dragged. Emails wouldn't open. Pests descended. Frogs dropped from the coffee maker. I eventually Googled "Is Mercury in retrograde?" and believe it or not there's a whole site dedicated to answering that for you. It said, "No. Something else must be bumming you out." That's what I get for trying to blame the problems of the world on Mercury.
I was so happy to get home (an hour late) and just flop on the couch. I'm finally reading that book you all told me to read, Gone Girl, and I wish my job had Reading a Good Book days. "I am taking a Reading a Good Book day. I will reply to your email on Wednesday, June 5. Smell me, June Gardens."
Ohhhh, that book is good! Don't make me go look at the author. You know how I am about authors. Just Google Gone Girl, because you're alliterative. Let's make today Alliterative Day. Alliterative Ay. In the comments. Try to be as alliterative as possible. Or if you don't want to, just leave a regular comment and end it, Smell your alliterative day, June. That'll be nice.
As I was already in my downloaded things, having blatantly stolen that photo from Ned's uncle's Facebook wall like I own the place, I thought I'd show you this. Faithful Reader someone-or-other put it on Pie on the Face and I love it. Not enough to scream over to Facebook and look on Pie on the Face and see who put it up.
The first person to email me that they tried to find Pie "in" the Face on FB gets slapped with Tallulah's filthy liver.
Oh, I love my download file. I put things in there and forget they exist. Here's my friend Robe oogling a girl somewhere. His wife took the photo, so I think it was a posed thing, but come on. I'm sure it didn't kill him to do it. "Look at that scantily clad pretty girl!" "Well. Okay."
All right, I have to go. The fact that I was able to upload three photos and it didn't take an hour and a half means this day is ALREADY better. Of course, now is the time a giant brick will fall from the sky and smash me to bits.
Be sure to tell me what makes toile toile. Oh, and in your opinion, is Ned a warm or a cool? I spent many more minutes than I thought I could get away with the other day, holding different fabrics up to him to decide, and I can't make a decision. You'll be stunned to hear that Ned never knew there WAS such a thing as warm and cool undertones. WELL THERE IS. AND THEY MATTER.
June, cool and out.