Because life needs more mustaches.
Since my last installment of Mustaches at the Mall, the mustache revolution has exploded. I found many mustaches already residing at the mall, but there was still much ‘staching to be done:
Hello Kitty got into the swing of the mustache thing:
But Kitty still needed a little help:
Not sure what animal this is supposed to be, but he looked better with a little hair on his upper lip:
Proof that mustaches do make everything better:
Never seem to tire of this play on words:
Things even sound better with a ‘stache:
Had to kick a few things up a ‘stachie notch at Brookstone:
I don’t even know what this gizmo is, but its popularity just went up 100 and ‘stache percent:
I think this is a diary, hence the lock. I don’t, however get who it is. Rudolph has a red nose, but I don’t recall a bow or big ol’ lashes:
Cool ‘stache hat:
Cool kicked up a notch:
I’ll get it on the next round…
Hey kids–Ms. Prancercise is back in the saddle, and she’s brought along a special (unnamed) friend. Who also has things going on in a certain region of his pants that she seemed to struggle with in her last video.
Great green beans. I don’t even know what to look at first here: Frightened horses fleeing for their lives? The artful game of “dodge the droppings?” Or the most obvious one–whatever it is that’s going on inside that zebra-print ensemble?
I’ll be scrubbing my eyes if anyone needs me.
I think the untimely departure of Robin Williams has struck a melancholy chord with anyone who has ever seen him perform on stage or screen. I hope he knew what joy he brought to the masses. I suppose even if he had, it wouldn’t have been enough to shake the demons he fought for so many years.
His humor gave some people moments of light from their own gripping darkness. Others he lifted to a higher level of being through his dramatic work. Still others simply found moments of levity in an otherwise stressful day when they settled in to watch him improvise like only Robin could do.
My childhood friends and I loved him when he debuted as Mork from Ork. As high schoolers, we were forever quoting a special of his where he said something to the effect of: “Fuck it, I’m going through–gotta get these pineapples to Hawaii!” I use that quote to this day, but I only recently tried to explain it to Mr. Wombat and had to dig deep in the recesses of mah brain to remember in what show I’d seen him say it. I think it was an old HBO special.
I suppose he’d probably prefer to see us laughing. I’d like to remember him with one of my favorite ways to greet friends and family: A hearty Mrs. Doubtfire Hello:
I think the party upstairs just got kicked up a notch.
Rest in peace.
Saw a bitty flying thing whiz past me a few weeks ago and dashed in to get the camera for identification purposes (and so I could share it with you, because I think you’re the bees knees).
This was not a bee, but it seems to have knees. I think. Looked like a hummingbird the way it flew and the way it hovered to gather noms from these petunias.
Fortunately for me, another one came a callin’ a few days ago. This time it was kind enough to hang with the flowers until I could grab the camera. So thoughtful!
It acted like a hummingbird, but it didn’t look like one. See?
What, do you ask, is this thing? It’s a hummingbird moth:
Seems like most shopping trips involve food in one form or another. Either there’s a section for it in that store or I’m wearing it on mah shirt. Either way, there’s no avoiding the oddball foodstuffs that await you even in your friendly neighborhood Tergit.
That’s where I spied these abominations nestled a bit too cozily with Betty Crocker and Company.
Don’t step on my Blue Suede what now?
Somewhere there’s an enigmatic musical genious enjoying this colorful confection on a Paisley plate:
If only this were also capable of hiding my overlapping middle:
Dear Oreos, please stop with the crazy flavors. Just. Stop. It.
So, this is the kind of bacon I used to buy, but I found it was often riddled with bone fragments. Not to mention I’m trying to avoid nitrates. On this day, I was also trying to avoid BOTULISM:
This is one of the froyo places in town. It was lunch hourish, and I couldn’t believe we were the only people there. It was like stepping into Willy Wonka’s kitchen. Those tubes at the tables were filled with colorful candy that I totes wanted to dive into.
Ooh, and one of their toppings was adorable little cubes of rice krispy treats. Holy everlasting gobstopper, were they a deelish addition to my froyo masterpiece. I totally wanted to marry them. Or at least court them in a very wholesome “Amish couple a-courtin’ in a carriage” kind of way:
Speaking of candy, I found the mother of all Tootsie Pops:
On the other end of the spectrum, I also found the cutest dang box of Club crackers* the world has ever laid eyes on:
This one skeered me a little:
We are closed now. You go.
*Adorable, teeny widdle cheese slices sold separately.
We actually finished this about a month ago, but it took me forever to get something on the window. I had a piece of drawing paper taped up there for that extra Klassy look.
Our powder room had a frog theme before. They were patterned after this book:
A friend of ours had painted their daughter’s bedroom with huge frogs from this book, and I loved it (it was also a favorite picture book of mine). I had her turn our powder room into a tiny swamp (I’d started removing the paper they were painted on when I thought to take these pictures):
Then we added in assorted frog-themed things:
And still more frog tchotchkes (there were soooo many more of these over the years, and I’ve been whittling down the collection):
So, here’s the downside of this remodel post. I didn’t even think to take the same before and after shots. Derp. I mainly focused on the frogs. How lame of me.
The photo above (with the tchotchkes) should give you an idea of the vanity–it was a two-door oak jobber with a forest green formica counter that ran wall-to-wall (roughtly 36″ wide) in a recessed area. There was a huge, plain mirror (no frame) above it. Ooh–I think I have a pic of that. Hang on.
Hrm. I guess it’s just a shot of me in front of the hideous mauve miniblinds that covered the window over the terlit, but at least there’s that. Oh, and it’s me with mah fake lashes on. Good times:
The lights were ugly as sin. They looked just like the ones in the other bathrooms, so I took a pic of those for you and then realized the whole setup is nearly identical to what the powder room looked like:
Anyhoodles, you get the idea.
Now for the big reveal of the new powder room!
Ditched the faint pink room paint (they also didn’t know enough to do the trim in a different color–blergh) and the mauve miniblinds and got ourselves a “comfort height” terlit:
I don’t care much for the comfort height, as I think it’s really only comfortable for those over six feet tall. The rest of us have our legs swinging in the breeze.
Too much info?
I’m just so happy the dang thing flushes when and what it’s supposed to.
Way too much info?
My apologies. I’m just excited to finally have a modern look to the room. I was extra proud to have picked out the tile style and do the math to cut them to the size and design I wanted. Love my pebble accent strip. We finally have sleek, brushed nickel hardware to replace the clunky ceramic *pink* terlit paper holder/towel rod. Ooh, and the terlit paper holder is one of the new ones that swings open for easy refills. Too much terlit talk?
Very well, I’m done.
That’s the remodel, kids! I still need to pick out artwork for the walls, but all in due time.