My Big Fat eBay Life
When I picture a “dowry,” this image comes to mind. I wish it full of gold ornaments and 1300TC sheets.
Sadly, the only thing my husband would inherit is student loans.
When I re-upholster, it’s gonna be with this. Chinoiserie much? I do.
Holy shit!
I know there’s just too much birds, but this is amazing, old detailed embroidery, so it’s OK.
My Big Fat eBay Life
I shall rise with the sun, sip distilled water and chilled herbal tea while casually but carefully applying makeup (after yoga) sitting in my yellow tufted velvet and brass stool, cat upon my lap, male servants bustling about fixing things.
At dinnertime, John Malkovich’s only kinda gay nephew serves duck confit salad with almond slivers and fresh mandarin slices, even better than Standy’s, while I wonder what do about carrying Heath Ledger’s baby. I’m so thin, I didn’t notice because I barely gained a few ounces. Luxury problems. Grab the smelling salts before I pass out onto my golden Italian sheaf of wheat dining table.
This lamp isn’t great, but LOVING how the the photog is making dude hold it up to get the errands done. Seeing humanity through the prism of eBay errands. What would you think of the Icon bag that I’ve been intending to post for a year and the space-age Prada skirt I’m always going back and forth about? Are all gifts from exes poisoned, or no?
Sigh. Because I have no job since the class action lawsuit against the government for not categorizing rape as a hate crime went through, I’m going to stay up late under the gentle illumination of this palm-tree lamp, reading all about Anita Berber.
Hopefully, I’ll get up early enough for my tennis lesson to sort through this huge lot of vintage Miriam Haskell jewelry, deciding which pieces to keep for myself, which to give to friends as divorce presents.
