Did I ever tell you how much I love Heath Ceramics? So much that I vow to use only their tiles and tableware in my next house. Below are some photos from the store in the Ferry Building. Love, love, love…
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal … When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.
The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers …Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.
this is something i really needed to read. and i sincerely hope you enjoy it, too.
on a related note, every once in a while i think to myself that maybe i should try and be more eloquent less filthy, perhaps not curse so much, especially on le blog. but then i think NO THANKS. cursing is just too fucking awesome.
If that doesn’t put you in a festive mood, then you must not have a pulse.