d.Sharp Journal

No, just no.

Celebrity designed vibrators.
Encircled with diamonds.
$1,400.
with a leather cord so it can be worn around the neck and taken out on the town. {their words}
{article}

Okay, just compelled to share that {aren't you lucky?} - back to my holiday. I hope you all have a great New Year's Eve.

Have a great one.

Please have yourself a wonderful holiday. Some friends are going to get belated Christmas gifts - the snow has us all tucked away. Below are some green color wheel wreaths I made for a few friends.

I will be back around the New Year. Season's Greetings!

Best,
Denise

ornamental

Rather than a real tree, we decorated our metal tree this year - a 6' tall steel tree wrapped in vintage tinsel that G made. We decorated it from the boxes of ornaments we didn't pull out last year. Some of those, here.
A few current pics:

 

Christmas. With arsenic sauce.

I posted this last year at this time. Not sure what it says about me, but it is my favorite Christmas song.
What's yours?

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.

You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.

I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.

Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile.

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.

The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink.  Stank.  Stunk."

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseous super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.

You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

Copyright © 1957, Dr. Seuss.

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.

You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.

I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.

Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile.

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.

The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink.  Stank.  Stunk."

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseous super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.

You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

Copyright © 1957, Dr. Seuss.

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.

You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.

I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.

Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile.

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.

The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink.  Stank.  Stunk."

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseous super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.

You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

Copyright © 1957, Dr. Seuss.

Snow!

More than I have ever seen in Portland. {here since I was two, so that means more snow than we have had for, like, ages.}

a banner week of blogs

Lovely stuff.
From design*sponge, a holiday project inspired by stunning displays -

from Ullabenulla, a great paper chandelier by Jeffery Ruddell -

Paris in winter at The Cherry Blossom Girl, found via frolic -

Two amazing trees at Poppytalk. Illustration by James Gulliver Hancock and lovely object tannenbaum by Jane of All The Luck In The World.

 

wooden wreaths

I like vintage make do's - quirky items, most of them utilitarian, constructed out of household materials at hand. Someday I will show you my vintage bookcase made out of wooden spools or my oversize chain made out of  bottle caps.
That sensibility inspired these wooden clothespin wreaths that I made for a few friends this year.

All that they required are clothespins, cardboard, and the inside ring of a wooden embroidery hoop. Trace the outside of the embroidery hoop onto the cardboard and then a circle 3/8 to 1/2 inch wider all the way around. Cut out cardboard ring, making sure that it fits over the hoop tightly. Attach each clothespin with hotglue - putting a bead of glue inside the end of the clothespin as well as on the bottom where it connects with the hoop - making sure to glue the pins so that they are flush with the top face of the wooden hoop. I  sprayed them with a matte, clear wood finish and glued a small loop of ribbon for hanging onto the back.

I experimented with a few sizes, the small is 4 inch hoop.

What I really, really want for Christmas.

Santa,
 Make my friend B get well very soon.
With admiration,
D.

How we celebrated.

I am endlessly fascinated by the vintage photos at both Shorpy and Square America, as evidenced by my prior posts about them.  The Christmas photos at both sites are wonderful.

These three photos above, including an awesome turnip head {or something} at a Christmas Day parade, are gems from Shorpy.

The photos below are from the trove at Square America. I love the look on that boy's face!

 

Dear Santa

How could Santa say no to this?