In two days time I will most certainly be sipping champagne with Barbara Steele whilst we both wear elegant hats and discuss the subtleties of popping out of coffins and horseback riding… or at least I’m going to Monsterpalooza and will attempt to utter a few coherent words to her despite my debilitating starstruckness. Wish me luck.
I know the vernal equinox is not for several more days but in celebration of my undying enthusiasm for spring I shall post here my most favoritest favoritest skit from Saturday Night Live ever. Oh Spring! How I love thee… though my love is fickle. When Summer arrives in her golden mantle I shall cast thee aside like yesterday’s socks (I generally don’t wear socks truth be told), but for now I am smitten with the warm glow of your breezy twilight. Perhaps worth noting is that Mr. Honeybadger himself was in the live studio audience when this particular episode was taped.
I eat dinner in the dark.
Dear Readers (though you may be few),
I find myself waxing poetic regarding the state of my tumblr as of late. I cannot guess what the future holds or what journey these pages will take henceforth. My original intention for these pages was to post my photographs of my homemade vegan baked goods pictured with random porcelain deer, squirrels or other such nonsense from my personal collection. I had only three rules:
1) No non-vegan food items (rule# 1 maintained, but admittedly if you are offended by taxidermy, silk or antique mohair toys you are probably quite disappointed).
2) Nothing of a personal nature or anything somber (that was a pie crust promise).
3) No re-blogs (promptly broken).
Having unexpectedly lost my beloved fur child last fall I lost my taste for posting for quite some time all together. Now having gone from mourning, to not having a pet at all causing me more pain (sort of) than not having THE pet of my soul, to beginning the search for my next fur baby these last two seasons, and now happily having said puppy slaloming around my wood parlour floors like some sort of alpine Sarcophilus harrisii hell-bent on Olympic gold… I have little time for baking. If you care to, stick around. I can only imagine that there will continue to be random nonsensical more-opinion-than-review reviews of perfumes and obscure movies, pictures or photographs of deer or dogs that look like deer, and perhaps the occasional photograph of a homemade vegan cupcake… or maybe not.
Thank you most sincerely,
I can haz Emilio Pucci platforms?
photo from Vogue
Both the devil and vanilla like black.
—Serge Lutens regarding my signature scent
Käthe Kruse Squeaky Fawn! Want!
Although… I suppose this is intended for a HUMAN baby. I guess a fur baby would tear it up in about point two seconds. Bah!