What Possessed Me

Minikani Walls

This Edward Gorey-meets-Grimm's Fairytales wallpaper from Minikana Walls is ringing my bell in all kinds of ways. I could go in for that apple green velvet couch, too. The Million Throw Pillow Syndrome is making me feel slightly fatigued, however - all I can think about it how they would eventually end up on the floor in a slovenly heap instead of arranged in a devil may care yet decorative manner across the divan.

Here's a word I like to say a lot these days: SCONCE. It's taken over mulch, distressed, and simple syrup as Most Overused Word in my personal lexicon. For instance, I was going to say, "Gee, that SCONCE with the purple and tangerine lampshades is really inspired. All there is between me and perfection is a SCONCE with mismatched shades." See what I mean? It will go on like this for days, maybe even weeks. Strap in. 

 

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Oh, you pretty things

On the subject of roses, a lovely reader named Joyce sent me a picture of her luscious garden in Columbia County. Of course I'm madly jealous (just look at those gorgeous blossoms and that red barn peeking out), but mostly I'm just happy to hear from you good people and to get a little peek into your lives.     

Quick - what's better than a baby sloth?

Valentine's Day:

Fauxhawk: OK, so the flower idea didn't work out.

P: Hmmmm...OK.

Fauxhawk: But what if I got you something you'd like SO MUCH better?

P: Better than flowers?

Fauxhawk: Yeah.

P: You mean like a baby animal?! Like a baby sloth?!

Fauxhawk: We'll see.

 

Several hours later, before we ate too much at the indoor picnic Fauxhawk prepared and conked out on the couch at 9pm, he did the big reveal.

 

It wasn't flowers.

It wasn't a baby hamster wearing legwarmers.

It was, quite literally, the scent of our honeymoon.

 

 

Through a series of emails with a nice man in Positano, Fauxhawk tracked down the one store in New York that sells the gorgeous bath and body products developed by Le Sirenuse, the hotel where we spent our honeymoon. Just sniffing the fabulous packaging brought me back to a place so heartbreakingly beautiful that I cried when our car pulled away.

Which reminds me - I never told you about our honeymoon, did I? 

 

P.S. Yes, that's a chair covered in muscles with an upside-down lampshade screwed to the wall. Some people have unusual ways of expressing their creative urges. You can direct all questions to Fauxhawk.