I’m still struggling with picking out fixtures for the house in New Orleans. Selecting bathtubs and whatnot was a chore I knocked out in an afternoon when I redid the bathrooms here at Chez peenee, so why it’s taking me more than three months to grind these out truly baffles me. My talents at procrastination just seem to have developed, I suppose.
I did manage to scrape together a frantic few, so I could get the specs off to Sister Mary Legs in the Air, who’s been very patiently putting up with my doddering all this time. I motivated myself by prohibiting porn until I had made some decisions. That’s right: I have moved from nagging myself to punishing myself. Oy.
Items I snagged included sconces. I like this one very much, plus I was thrilled by its description:
“Ostentatiously crisp white shades rise from a sparkling chrome bar in an effortless statement of both class and gentility”
cause I am all about ostentatious gentility. I sort of love the passion whoever wrote this brings to modifiers for modifying’s sake, although understanding what those big words actually meant would probably have helped.
So now I get to hoist back up on the porn train. What am I watching these days, you ask? Oh, just a little something called momronboyz.com. Rosy cheeked, smooth skinned lads in white shirts and ties and very odd underwear being molested. What could be better?