Tuesday, March 3, 2015

This makes me exceedingly happy.

We had a snow day last week and it threw me off so much I can't even form a coherent blog sentence.  Please accept these chairs as evidence.

I've also been busy crafting but nothing I make can ever be this terrifying important.

Margarita Sampson's Infectious Desires via Dark Silence in Suburbia

We're expecting a snownado tomorrow so I'll probably be fucked until 2016 with that mess.  

Stay warm and lucid, saucy friends!



    Stay warm, lady. I'll send some of this ridonkulous 75-degree weather up your way if you'd like.

  2. I don't understand this weather! I think it's the end times. Grab your EXPLODING BEWB CHAIR and hang on!

  3. I see your fighting off the urge to crawl into bed forever by giving yourself heart attacks and nightmares. Um, good job?

    Be sure to add "interior designer for the Apocalypse" to the resume.

    1. Hahaha I'm gonna make some new business cards that say that. Or "interior designer of YOUR WORST NIGHTMARES!" I'll get lots of biz.

    2. "I just feel like I've moved on from my Cthulhu obsessed college days. I need an home that really reflects my current nightmares of dying in a bleak dystopian world ravaged by environmental disaster and mutation. Can you help me with that?" "Why yes, we here at the Sauce Ranch specialize in dead/murderous vegetation. It is one of our subspecialities. Let me show you this mood board I whipped up."

    3. Hahaha EXACTLY. "I really need a room that reflects how dead I am on the inside - what lamp would work best?"