I've been sitting at the computer for hours now with the initial intention of writing this morning's blog. I say initial intention...I lost all of my will to the internet...sucked in as they say...and I found this. It preempts the blog I should have written and makes my mom's "shit" potholder seem tame. I love it. I might make my own. It would say "Filling the sink and leaving the dishes in it for three days is not DOING THE FUCKING DISHES." Right now I'm imagining a whole series of "domestic bliss" kitchen linens. I'm sure Matt could add to the collection with his own loving words. And then...just to prove what a domestic dynamo I really am I'll post my original images-all with lots of crap in the background testifying to my general ineptness at cleaning. (go here -Aunt Cookie- for the blog I found the image of the towel on.)These images are all about that lovely color blue, teal, I guess. The girls all love it. That makes me happy because it is constantly presenting fantastic color relationships, sometimes harmonious, sometimes not. But they are always fabulous.
2 comments:
if you do end up making that towel we could use one of those at 1853 irving! my housemates seem to constantly be complaining, "do the fucking dishes." the weird thing is we DO the dishes. but more and more dishes add up. there's a dish monster. the kind that takes the sock, leaves the dishes! lol.
if you do end up making that towel we could use one of those at 1853 irving! my housemates seem to constantly be complaining, "do the fucking dishes." the weird thing is we DO the dishes. but more and more dishes add up. there's a dish monster. the kind that takes the sock, leaves the dishes! lol.
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