©Kirsty Mitchell
Gorgeous Grief…
Category Archives: Nostalgia
Exit, Stage Left
I just heard that my idol, Elaine Stritch, has died. I thought I would repost my piece about her. Farewell, Elaine! You will be missed!
“I will not make one mistake tonight in my lyrics, Mr. Coward. [Pause.] What’s your first name?”
Feels Like the Home I Left
<sigh> Continue reading
Etsomnia™ V: Retro TV Edition
Photo credit: Alice Hutchinson / Foter
et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered in one’s sleep.
Sunday nights are a challenge for me. Continue reading
My Misspent Youth
Not Your Mother’s Porcelain Figurines
Katherine Mourling
Practical Magic by OK Go
Decorative Tiles Make Me Tingly
Fuzzy Slippers or Not, She’s Still Got Those Legs!
©Brigitte Lacombe
A Rainbow in Someone’s Cloud
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take but by the moments that take your breath away.”
©Academy of Achievement
Stormé Weather
This weekend, the world lost the luminous gay rights pioneer, my friend* Stormé DeLarverie.
I Didn’t Even Know Stalinesque Was a Design Style
©Andrea Wyner for The New York Times
“I decided I wanted to design the apartment in the style of a senior bureaucrat of the early Stalin period,” said the owner, antiques dealer Sergei Bobovnikov, 47. Continue reading
Paint by Numbers
Today, you get a bonus OBT because this is just too fantastic to keep to myself.
© The Internet
Is This House Eligible for Amazon Prime?
Shirley and Moe and a Box of Tissues
Shirley is completely lovable. I adore her slightly cranky way of telling a story, I am amused by how easily distracted she is, and I love her self awareness. I am in awe of the fact that she’s 100. Shirley needs to write a skincare blog. Continue reading
Best Joke Ever Perpetrated By a Dog:
©Getty Images
Children are Sticky
I Gave Up the Habit, but It’s Harder to Give Up the Paraphernalia*
Guilty Pleasures
* How wrong is the spelling of that word? I mean it’s correct, but it looks terrible. That second R has no business there. Seriously.
Dear Virginia Slims:
(A last love letter.)
Happy Oscar Day!
©Mediarun Digital
OBT fodder for sure! Continue reading
My OBT 