I am pleased to inform you that my photographs are now sold at Naka in Ferndale!

Highfive!

I really love that store.  It is hands down, one of the best places in the Ferndale/Royal Oak area to find a super cool gift for pretty much anyone.  They have a very well curated selection of accessories for men, women, and babies, plus original art and decorative items for the home.  And male dudes of my blog, if you find yourself shopping for a girl, pretty much any piece of jewelry in that store will make her a smitten kitten.  Trust.

SIDEBAR.

After I typed hands down, I thought to myself “what does that phrase even mean?”.  I mean, I know what it means, but what is the origin of that expression, if you know what I mean?

So I took to the googler.

The internets declares:  The origin of this colloquialism seems to have it’s roots in mid 19th century horse racing.  When a horse jockey is nearing the finish line far ahead of the competition, “with victory certain”, he could drop his hands, relaxing his hold on the reins, and still win the race.

And now you know that story.

UNRELATED.

I went thrifting on St. Patricks Day, hoping to find a 60‘s Mad Men style vintage bar cart for the dining room, and despite wearing my lucky green shoes, I didn’t find a single one. What’s your problem, LUCKY GREEN SHOES??!!!

Here are the few things I did manage to find.

Dancetime, Benny Goodman and Mozart records for ONE DOLLAR a piece.

Doesn’t the graphic art on that Mozart album rub you in all the right ways?

I found these two 4 by 6 framed prints for $2.50 each.

I wasn’t in love with the prints themselves, but I really liked the gold frames.  So I replaced one of them with my little Kill Taupe print.

Then hung it next to our loo, like so.

Let’s talk about this $10 horse clock.

My gal pal Bree spotted this horse at the flea market and was all “Oh my god! Oh my god!” and I was all “That is so ugly and awesome and you have to buy it right now!” and she was all “I don’t know, it’s so hideous” and I was all “BUY IT!” and she was all “NO!” and I was just not having it.

Then I bought the horse. BOOSH.

I told Bree that if she changes her mind, she can buy it back from me at a markup of 75%.  I mean, she did see it first.  And I am a good friend.

Unfortunately, that was all I found on my St Patty’s day thrifting adventure.  No bar cart for me.

For shame.

BUT.

Several days later, I was at the mall shopping for moccasins, as one does, and I found myself thinking long and hard about colored denim.  While conducting my fieldwork on the subject I made this exciting discovery:  If you are 5 feet and 2.87 inches in height, as I just so happen to be, GAP green skimmer legging jeans will fit your legs perfectly in length!  No hemming! No cuffing!  No raising of the fists and swearing at your height deficient DNA!  This is a pant miracle!

Lucky green pants!

FULL CIRCLE?

You know, we started with unlucky green shoes and ended with lucky green pants?

Question mark?

Moving on…

I spruced up my office/studio a wee bit.  I organized, decluttered, swapped out the desk chair, and hung a fuchsia bunting banner that I purchased at NEST, to take the room from this:

To this :

I also wrapped some old T-shirts and fabric scraps around embroidery hoops and hung them on each side of the chalkboard frame.

What do you think? Too much with the embroidery hoops?  Too cluttery?  The minimalist part of my brain says yes.  The eccentric old granny part of my brain says no.

Tell me how to feel about this.