Saucy tidbits with goat butter on top.

Here's a saucy grabbag of important things that are in my brain and what's been happening on the interwebs this week that caught my eye.  In fairness, it's not hard to catch my eye as long as it is full of shiny goodness reflected off the glitter wings of baby virgin pandas while they are dancing in the late summer rain.

Or there's shopping involved.

Fresh.  Like Doug E. Fresh but with way more lucite.

The bloggers who you read every day and wish you had their style even if you had to murder them and steal their creativity if that was even possible has made it possible but without the homicide part.  Friend of the Sauce Susie Q of Eye Spy, Nelya of Head Over Heels and Jenny of My Favorite and My Best have scoured the Southeast for all the awesomenest shit you will want to put in your home.  This is hard - I live in the Southeast and it's a wasteland around here sometimes.  Good thing for me they've set up shop in Hotlanta!  Those who are not blessed to live in the Dirty South can shop MINTY online and follow them on twitter.  Or don't.  More for me.  Mwahahahahaha!  

You know who could have used some MINTY in their lives?!  These homesteaders circa 1909 - taking pictures of their new homes to send home and show their families.  I'm obsessed with the entire collection of photographs on Slate probably because my great great madame grandmother took a picture just like this.  I'm kidding.  I come from a long line of horse thieves and hussies.

Horse thieves and hussies who love BUTTER!  Seriously, this butter is like goat ice cream you can put on your multi-grain English muffin with flax.  I would eat a roasted baby virgin panda if I could spread this stuff on top. I accidentally left it in the car after the grocery store one day where it ruined and then had a small memorial service for it.  Such a waste.   

via Amsterdam Modern

Never in a million years did I think I would type this next sentence but...  That yellow and white striped ceiling makes my designer bits tingle with unending pleasure.  Gio Ponti made it possible.  Thanks for turning me upside down, old timey starchitect.

A few weeks ago when I formally introduced myself, I got an avalanche of responses.  Not about my victory over the crushing anxiety that prevented me from walking outside or my imaginary monsters but, gawd bless you, you went straight for the important stuff: makeup.  I don't wear a lot of lipstick because I have big lips and I feel like anything more than clear usually makes me look like a Robert Palmer whore-mouth girl and I'd rather that impression happens after I open my mouth not before.  But I was on my way out to a birthday celebration so I threw caution to the wind and put on my new favorite gloss before taking a picture.  It's $3.  I'm a fancy yet frugal whore-mouth.  That's trying to wear more lipstick lately.

Australian Vogue Living via CMV 2.0

So much rainbow goodness.  MINTY, can y'all try to get one of everything in this picture?  At the very least I'll trade you a baby virgin panda dipped in melted goat milk butter and a half-used tube of $3 lip gloss for a bit of art.  


Deal?  Deal.