if god is your co-pilot then your flight has been delayed

blogging was ever so much user-friendly when it was one-stop typing at the now hopelessly uncool and permanently abandoned myspace. the site is the internet equivalent of a friend one outgrows over the summer. i logged on to ye olde ms a short while ago-it's a digital time capsule of my angst filled rants and drunken misadventures...i'll be becoming increasingly nostalgic this week as my 29th berfday happens. i'm not ready for 30. no. not at all. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

antique store in northboro finds:

fertility goddess? tribal totem?

nope! nutcracker! bwahahahahaha

salt and pepper shakers

vintage postcard

with writing-1943

  cross bf bought me-with a skull and crossbones?! WIN.

been on a crappy fiction kick lately...j. joyce is rolling over in his proverbial grave:

we ran into our former neighbor today...she quite innocently proclaimed that i looked like i belong in toronto or a similar metropolitan area... the settling in nearly rural suburbia was definitely not on my original list of hoped for life accomplishments...best laid plans. sigh. 

NEW NOSE PIERCING!

casa-vettes

  CAT PANTS!!!

 *pats self on back* love this shot

NEW HOUSE!

everything is a disaster now and we desperately need furniture but here's some pics:

1940's bedroom set. they don't make them like this anymore.

i went crazy with the decorative soaps:

golf balls and chicken wings!

record player we bought, with amazing records included:

kitchen towels:

card catalog is out of storage!

best lamp ever:

we found the most amazing store yesterday. it's a contractor who saves hardware, molding, and windows from old worcester houses. we bought this window frame to hang on the wall:

rutland town wide yard sale finds. c is for chinaman!

front porch:

(see below)