I’ve put off cleaning house for several weeks because I’m always tired after work. I’ve finally found the energy to start doing so and now I’m more tired than I ever was.
The tradeoff is real nice, though: a sparkling-clean bathroom, fresh sheets, and a dust- and hair-free floor.
Don’t ask me why but the hubby and I shed hair like a couple of hairy dogs.
My birthday’s coming up in a few weeks. I suppose I’ve reached that point when I no longer receive gifts just because I turned a year older (but none the wiser?). The hubby aside, I think the last time I received birthday presents was when I turned 18.
That doesn’t stop me from wishing to receive these purty nonsensible thingamajigs, though.
The first thing on my list is a Parisian dress form. I don’t want wirework or Betty Boop-like structures. I want a classic dress form with black or brown pegs and legs, and a body upholstered in vintage florals.
I considered Marimekko prints, but I worry that they might be too loud. These might work, though.
Ever since Sex and the City, I’ve been lusting over them clear PVC dome umbrellas. But I could not find anything locally. There was a promo sometime last year (I forgot from which company) but those were really cheap, poorly made and have very thin covers. One major stormfest and those umbrellas are done for.
This one looks like it can withstand typhoons and more, what with a fiberglass shaft.
I also love, love, love Arne Jacobsen‘s egg chair. Particularly this mustard version:
It’s actually called Minagawa yellow after the Japanese designer that created the fabric pattern.
Of course, no birthday list will be complete without books. Luckily, Neil Gaiman‘s latest will be released in five days.