here's the back story:
this morning i was really grumpy. i kept rushing around like a crazy lady. on multiple occasions i miscalculated the doorway and ran into the edge of it. you know, so it bounced me back. don't try to tell me that doesn't ever happen to you. and it's not cuz i'm too wide so let's just nip that joke in the bud.
also, i tripped a few times and yelled at the floor. not like, oh stupid silly floor but more like "i hate you floor, you're a dumb *itch-face." those were my exact words. it's funny now. i'm laughing as i type. but if you were with me when it happened and you laughed a little i may just have poked you in the eyeball.
zoom to the present:
i have a smear of chocolate across my face and some lovely vintage textiles in my lap. i received not one but TWO unexpected packages in the mail recently. last week katherine of making chicken salad fame sent me some vintage textiles out of the total and clear blue. aw, honey! thank you so much. times like that when i sincerely wish my internet friends could be next door neighbor friends. katherine, you are too kind! xo
and then this afternoon i received a box of way good much better than around here chocolates and other sweets (i'm eating the lollypop in the pics above) from the manbroiderer himself, the hysterically funny and totally good looking laurent of lambert nyc. thanks L!
so the moral of the story is...call the floor a bitch-face and you will receive presents in the mail. naw. just joking. the moral of the story is that even when you act like a total lunatic your friends will be around to make you feel better.