Pretty, Pretty, Pretty

I'm tired of blogging about politics and wankers and assholes and lazy men like Stanley.  Today I want to talk about pretty things.  Things that make me happy.

I think these rooms are pretty:

Drooling

Miles Redd.  DYING.

Decorated my bedroom post Stanley evacuation just like this one.  Minus Crown Art.

Now I want this instead.  Miles Redd again.  SPANK ME.

this sofa may be on my bucket list

Puhleeezzz

Mary McDonald.  Love those walls.  But the curtains jar my brain.

AArgh!  Ok,ok.  I know that these beautiful rooms won't make my 3 monkeys (Stanley, Failure and Shame) go away. 

So, lets try Jewelry.

 I'm feeling better already.

 

Me Likey

  And these would make me happy for real.  I swear they would.  I would be soooo cute in them.

My fingers are so nekkid without my wedding rings.  I need this for mental health and medicinal purposes.

ok, ok, I am going waaay overboard.
What about this?

 diamonds on a leather strap.  Perfect for my Miles Bedroom up there.  Plus I can even wear it in carpool.


Next time my other vices.

Shoes and Lipstick!

I'll feel better soon!