when we were kids, we had a HuGE barrel of dress-up clothes…every time mom went to a garage sale, fleamarket, or thriftstore she would add to our barrel. rhinestone-clad disco dresses, oriental robes, polyester suits, glamour-esque ball…
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a little bit ROADWEaRY and a little bit TucKERED out, the dust is settling from our past few months of mucho loco-ness and we’re finally HoME…turn out the lights, the party’s over. but oh…
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HeRE we are in WaRRENTON, TEXAS…we’ve ShoPPED. we’ve unloaded. we’ve totally JuNK’d out our cow pasture JG store! and we’re ready to open the GaTES tomorrow!!!! we’re soooo excited about WaRRenTON ANtiQUeS WEEK! it’s the…
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“come to london. kettle on for tea.” said the text that came into my phone at 4:46 am. a dear friend had just touched down in London on a jet plane straight from LA. it was…
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i think it’s pretty evident that food is monumentally important to our family. not just any food. GOOD FOOD. i mean really, really, good food. and most of all, we’re talkin SouTHERN-inspired, HONeY-HuSH, good-GAWSH-we’re-so-glad-we’re-from-TeXAS…
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we quietly kicked off JuNK-A-PaLOOZA FriDAY morning by cranking up the siren & lights on our 1939 InTERNAtionAL FiRETRUCK & dropping the velvet rope between the Fu DOGS..while ArCHIE and NAte (an innocent victim volunteer) donned life-size…
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to pick up where i left off….. BeCAUSE there was no time for rest, we decided we had no option but to: a) adhere to mom’s torturous, inhumane, just-let-us-die, homeopathic ALfaLFA-therapy regime, b) pull ourselves up by…
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HaVE i mentioned that we’re all a little under the weather? and janie’s making us drink this…. as DaD, amie, and I were choking (translation: gagging) it down…dad asked if it was alfalfa. MoM was…
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ThiS weekend…while our good friends, OLLy & RiCHARD, of FLaT EaRTH DeSiGNS were here in the florida keys (see above)… we were here… gearin up for our BiGGO, GaLACTIC JuNK-A-PaLOOZA! AnD we received a JaMES…