Otto has a knack for taking his rawhide chews and turning them into stogies. We have these shots we call the High Plains Drifter series we thought you might find funny, or not.
He’s almost 9 months old, very much a puppy personality, but when he sits there with his rawhide cigar, he looks like a wizened old man.
‘Memba when he looked like this? Just under 6 months ago?
These months of hard living, with obscene amounts of attention, and he becomes……..
Thanks to all who provided feedback on the media integration conundrum. Here’s the new plan. I’m ditching the Tweets of the Week import, and for those who like seeing the tweets, but would rather stick a fork in their eye than go onto Twitter, I now have a running sidebar underneath the Instagram photos here on the blahg. (Thinking of you Nannie Annie!) Sound like a fair compromise? Just scroll down on the right and it’s all there.
You would like to see some of the Instagram photos in posts, so I’ll share those here from time to time.
Moving on from housekeeping, I went to an estate sale in Franklin yesterday, and everything I had my eye on was sold…to Justin.
Who is this Justin you ask? I don’t know, but he has fabulous taste and I think he needs to be my friend. I was eying every male up and down at the sale trying to figure out which one he was, so I could possibly beg him to let me buy this off of him.
It’s a terrible shot from the sale website, I tried to snap one myself from his “sold” pile, but it was wedged behind a chair, this was the best I could do without looking like I was flat out trying to steal it.
Those eyes were meant to scare MY children. Does Justin have kids? Is it sitting in his antique booth somewhere in the metro area?
Lucky for me, there were SO many owls in this house that Justin missed a couple.
The day before, Modernhaus posted her new vintage owl and I was smitten and envious. How crazy that I find his little brother the very next day? Crazy, I tell you.
Oh, and this little fiber thang, that is indeed the abomination that I predicted it would be in the eyes of the CC.
He hates it. He likes minimal, not boho. I quote, “It’s not concrete, steel or glass…humph.” Then there might have been some muttering.
So if I wanna keep it, I need to find a place for it that is not in his daily line of vision. I may end up selling it, we’ll see how his tolerance holds out.
As one who appreciates treehouses, I was reading about commando tree dweller Joel Allen in this article and then snooped around his website last night right before bed.
Amazing craftsmanship, and a great story…although I have a hunch it isn’t going to end well.
Despite all the wonders I saw of how he conceived and built this place, and the beauty of his secret, illegal location…all I could think about as I came in and out of sleep in my dreams last night was HOW DOES HE SLEEP THERE? NO ONE CAN SLEEP IN A CURVE ALL NIGHT. SURELY A HAMMOCK?!!?? This snapshot of crazy is why I don’t watch crime/police shows after 9pm…it gets into my head and then I’ll dream all night of the murdered kid on Criminal Minds…btw, there’s ALWAYS a kid involved somehow and I hate them for it. I digress.
I looked at every photo and video, and while we can see he manages to cook there….NO SIGN OF SLEEPING. More importantly, why does it bother me so much? I’m sure there’s a simple answer, but last night, I NEEDED to know.
Go check it out and tell me how he AND his girlfriend can sleep in there.
Just to make sure you guys understand how talented the CC is…I present to you….the Troll Brothers.
Meet Pogo and He Who Must Still Be Named.
The leftover fabric from the chair project (more on that soon) was not to be wasted….there were trolls to make! He whipped these up in one afternoon given he is actually better on the sewing machine than I am. His scientific mind and patience trumps my arty impatience every time.
I really love them. You can’t even see their stubby little arms underneath all that hair! Pogo is Thing 2′s friend, with the black eyes, and the red eyed He Who Must Still Be Named is Thing 1′s. Even though he says he’s too old for this stuff, I know he secretly likes him.
When we emerged from the basement after the sirens stopped, the light outside was amazing. There was an orange glow..no camera filters here, although I still don’t think these captured how beautiful, yet eerie it was.
I may be the last person to see this, but if I’m not, and you saw it for the first time, then my job is done. As a parent, this is just… heartwarming. Thanks for sharing Shilo!
