That's a photo of my tree house. How did it end up on your blog?
I take a new book into my tree house each day. Sometimes cool and important people visit me there. Each evening, someone brings up a cup of tea in a pretty little pot. Bunnies and birds give me pedicures up there on Sundays. Elves sweep. Each night, a new cutie with stubble on his cheeks (facial) puts cucumber slices on my eyes and reads me a bedtime story (sometimes before, sometimes after). Each morning pancakes and sausage climb the ladder. Then later . . .
Oh crap, I've got a sinkful of dirty dishes and piles of laundry. Not too mention stuff to make so I can get me some money. Where are all of those damn woodland creatures?
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9 comments:
i like it all. is that eva peron hanging over the fireplace??very nice:-D
Where have I seen that chandelier before? Maybe Michael Guy's blog? Not sure, but it does seem like something that old queen would adore. ;)
And is that portrait of Evita?
prolly.
that chandelier is the shit!!! I want one in my den.
That's a photo of my tree house. How did it end up on your blog?
I take a new book into my tree house each day. Sometimes cool and important people visit me there. Each evening, someone brings up a cup of tea in a pretty little pot. Bunnies and birds give me pedicures up there on Sundays. Elves sweep. Each night, a new cutie with stubble on his cheeks (facial) puts cucumber slices on my eyes and reads me a bedtime story (sometimes before, sometimes after). Each morning pancakes and sausage climb the ladder. Then later . . .
Oh crap, I've got a sinkful of dirty dishes and piles of laundry. Not too mention stuff to make so I can get me some money. Where are all of those damn woodland creatures?
Thanks for sharing your needs and getting us all involved in them.
Me too!Want.Though that luggage would never survive air travel, what with how the baggage people toss them around these days.
I'd like to escape to the treehouse right now...
The maker of the chandelier also do penis shaped ones...
Since I am Portuguese I can not stand another galleon (actually man-of-war). Here those ships are depicted everywhere...
Tree houses rule, Jason!
Who wouldn't want one?!?
-Dean
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