P's Brooklyn Apartment (image found here). We're giving it a paint job while she's gone.
I'm Deb from Bonbon Oiseau and I keep a little blog called Your Destiny is Stone Golden. When P. asked me to break into the juicy innards of her blog, and host a little kegger, of course I jumped at the chance. I'm doing a little Risky Business type dance across the floor in my white fruit-of-the-looms right now! I myself am actually on hiatus right now, not in Iceland eating shark jerky and writing poetry with the locals, but in Aspen, Colorado and so, even though we are both far away from our hometowns of Brookland, NY, I am waking up today to say hello from Colorado! Hello from P's blog! And before I get dragged on a 50 mile hike into thin air, made to expose my pasty low-altitude NY pallor to the fresh-faced, tanned and oh so thin Coloradans, there is no place I'd rather be than inside P's blog.
P's thoughtful and beautiful blog has given me so much joy in the last year since I've found her that I've decided that right here, right now, I am going to try to give something back to P.
To show how much I appreciate her dedication to all of us, her faithful friends and readers, I have completely rearranged her small Brooklyn apartment with all of the following unbelievable cheerer-uppers, guaranteed to welcome P. home into her new life:
a fully stocked bar
Who doesn't want to own a dirigible?
A Welcome Home Candy Land of Fabulousness from pip and pop (thank you fabtastic pip and pop)
a fully stocked extra mouth with teeth with faces on them for post candy land teeth trauma from here
Duke Freidrich Wilhelm, ca. 1835
(because he's got some mustache and he parties like a madman!)
Actual Pocahontas statue from Pocahontas, Iowa (will look great next to the dirigible)
his and hers blue guy and hot chick (monogrammed--not shown)
a bouquet of beautiful bicycles in case you need escape vehicles or seating
my cat (but only on loan and yarn not included)
and finally
a whole new bunch of roses to stop and sniff at when she gets home packed into her awesome garden...these particular ones smell like Funyons.
Hopefully all of these new things will welcome her home with newness, freshness and vitality! She might want to get on the first plane back to Reykjavik (is that even how you spell it?), but at least she'll know I put on the bib overalls (in Aspen) and took the liberty of loading all of these objects into her Brooklyn apartment to say I love you or something!
Disclaimer: I am a jeweller by trade, working on the delicate balance of small objects so this was quite a challenge to redecorate an entire home! House calls taken on request at www.icanmakeyourrosessmelllikefunyons.com
oxo, deb p.s. i love p. 2009
