I can only reveal part of this right now, but seriously. Once upon a time, it was Rutger Hauer. And Chow-Yun Fat, and Colin Firth, and Stephen Moyer (ok the last two still stand). But holy cow, my NEW crush can play the piano like a madman, and sing, and so much more.

I'll explain later. HOTT.

Yeah, I know. I think monkeydad accepts my random ravings because he knows the deal, that he's my heart and soul (and the real life version of what I think the characters are).

I'm totally getting the thing representing the crush-object for monkeydad for valentines day. Awesome.

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The other night I had to make a confession to monkeydad. I started cracking up to the point of crying. It was awesomely funny in that slightly embarrassing way.

All those pretty photoshoots got the better of me. In addition to lovely Annick and her silver. Before I knew it there were several eBay auctions won. oops.

"honey, um, I have to confess something. today i bought 46 forks. it just happened."

one of the auctions was for 23 vintage masonic forks stamped with OES, which is for Order of the Eastern Star. my grandmother was in eastern star. i bid, i won. five bucks. the seller told me there were two lots - i could have more if i wanted. i asked if they were all forks, hoping for some spoons or knives or anything else. nope. just forks. i was going to say i didn't really NEED 23 let alone 46. but that's not what happened. when the universe offers you 46 easter star forks, there's probably a reason, you have to step toward it.

the other auctions were won for nearly pennies. my favorite thing is to win auctions for under $5. random stuff, which i will enjoy, and when i don't it will be treasure for someone else. i *am* a crow, shiny things are irresistable.

i love the look of the silver for serving and mismatched martha tables. i am very visual - these things please me.

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my son crawls under the dining room table and lays on his stomach when he has a really good batch to produce.

just thought you should all know.

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I still haven't managed to see Martha Stewart's daughter's TV show. I want to, however... if you're going to base a whole show on bitching about your mother you shouldn't be riding her coattails to do so. I mean, either she needs to be non-famous, or you need to have your own thing going. Otherwise you're just bitching about your meal ticket. And Colbert does that better.

Whatever.

There is no one who can style a table like the kids who work for MSL. I love it when it's simple linens with perfectly mismatched flatware and what are offhandedly simple plates which are also obviously stunning and possibly handmade. I swoon. pp 84 or 109 in the current marmalade issue (Jan 2009). So pretty.

The gestalt of that sort of photo is, I think, what drives me in my collecting of ceramics. It results in the whole being greater than the sum of the parts.

Speaking of which, the thrifted goodness pile grows. I might have to start selling some of this stuff, or having dinner parties.

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