Lions and tigers and bears, oh my. Not only is this the year of the tiger, but it seems it’s also the year of the cow. And the gazelle. And whatever else your little heart desires.
Creatures are everywhere this spring, and they speak volumes. You’d better get with it.
The aforementioned Lion, except that it’s a leopard.
Happy hunting!
xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.
They’re kidding, right? I have no words that can be repeated here. Memories of my mouth being washed out with soap linger to this day. Besides, what I want to say would cause lightning to strike, the earth to shimmy and shake and volcanoes to erupt in too many places worldwide. International travel just can’t take it.
If you must, get them here. They will go perfectly with a tramp tatt.
For those times when you can’t decide on a pattern or a solid … the all-in-one torture.
xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.
We’re coming upon the time of the year I fondly call The Gift Gauntlet. Gifts for Mom, Dad, the Bride and the Grad are barreling down the pike without brakes. We all need a savings account just to get through these next two months!
Enter the Bubble Bank, a gorgeous alternative to the dull savings account.
Very cool, this bubble. Not cheap, but here’s the rationalization:
“You have to spend money to make money.”
“It’s really art.”
“You get to watch your money grow.”
Yeah, let me know if any of those work for you.
Get it here.
xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.
Have you ever seen such a fuss over a freaking device?! I mean really. It boggles the mind the dither everyone has gotten themselves in. Worked up into a complete tizzy, complete with panting, starry eyes and gushing like crazed rock star groupies.
Calm yourselves. It’s not going away, so you might as well jump on board and when you do, you’ll need a smart case for your freakingly fabulous device. (And it is, chickens, it is).
The case is intentionally distressed, and will get even more so with use, which is a good thing, just btw. It also comes in black and also in repurposed, here. It’s pretty amazing, no?
xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.
Call the angels, get the choir tuned up, because you’re going to lay down and die when you see these cowhide rugs; sell my clothes I’m going to Heaven.
They are all magnificent. I can’t even choose my favorite; so here’s a small roundup of sorts. The company does custom, they do colors, they do it all by God, and the craftsmanship is beautiful. Just yummy. Unless you’re dealing with heirloom Aubussons, burn what you have and do these instead.
Patchwork in 3” squares, called the Moderna, naturally.
Then there’s the Mies, all buttery and blonde with brains.
There are several natural hides, but the pale ones are hardest to find. Not anymore!
I’ll leave you with this one …
xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.
Always keep them on their toes, I say. This will do just that, and more. Tongues will wag, people will point somewhat discreetly (but not really) and sly smiles will be had by one and all.
Just stirring things up, as usual.
Oh, and did I say it comes in 2 different sizes? Well, it does. Large for the heavy stuff and less than large for the not so, here.
xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.
Coralie Bickford-Smith. Have you heard of her? Tsk, tsk, if the answer is no. Okay, so here’s the deal: She has re-designed the covers of select classics for/from Penguin. They’re oh, so very cool. Just beyond, actually.
And naturally, I have to have all of them. Naturally. So will you. A small stack makes for a pretty nifty gift. You’ll feel all smart and such. The designs are just yummy, as are the titles.
The best part is that these beauties aren’t pricey at all. Nope, just around $20 a pop.Great to take to a baby shower, a bridal shower, an April shower or to shower Mom or the grad with.
Start your collection, here.
The Arabian Nights are a different story on the price front. They’re extra-special and extra-specially expensive at $350 for the set, but sooooooo worth it! You get Ali Baba, Aladdin and Sinbad, not to mention that scintillating Scheherazade. Once you’ve finished stocking your library with the classics, you can get these. Yes, yes you can.
The Arabian Nights, Tales of 1001 Nights are right here.
Smart, really smart.
xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.
Okay, so have you ever moved from the TajMahal to a shoebox? I don’t recommend it. It really sucks the big one, if you know what I mean and I think you do.
So. You’re faced with towers of crap that have no place to go. Enough papers to be certified as a fire trap worthy of a forest fire of enormous proportions. Shoes and bags? Please, don’t even go there.
Shoehorning into a shoebox can be done, though … but without pain? Of course not.I’m here to tell you that it can be done; I’m proof positive.
Tasty trunks all shiny and cool, here. They’re out of the white one, dammit, but it’s scheduled to ship in May. Can I wait that long? Will I be buried under the weight of my stuff by then?
Then there are these, which makes my heart sing because they are red, after all. Off and running.And will hold aforementioned millions of bags. They’re from Target of all places! Get ‘em here.
Semikolon just does the best in office org. I think massive amounts of their boxes are needed. They will hide all sorts of receipts, pics, cocktail napkins with random info, scribbled notes that you can’t decipher anymore but must keep for God knows why, and old ancient yellowed scraps that must be kept or you’ll die. Get your dose here.
I’m exhausted. And I haven’t even dealt with the shoe issue yet. Chocolate first, then shoes.
xxoxxox,
BobbiePen.
