Random Bits n' Sh*t

Parisian selfie.

The Dries exhibit at the Musee des Arts Decoratifs was pretty great.

Paris metro--great chairs and art.

The queen on her throne.

Stockholm smiles.

Early morning photo sessions.

At the lovely Thielska Gallery.

Hey B!  Watch out for that boat!

That night we saw Gregg Proops and almost wet ourselves laughing.

Cochino keeping it classy.

Redneck red pepper.

Hairy crabbing with Flora in Shanghai.

Handmade wedding coasters from Daniel and JD.

Baby with a Whip, our newest piece of art.

Found ourselves in another Dan Graham at the Moderna Museet in Stockholm.

That time we did a loppis and could barely GIVE our stuff away.

Creative Christmas cards.

Scheming.

In the snow, in our old courtyard.

Emo mannequin.  Cheer up, buddy!

The best valentines, always.

Incredible flooring at the Danderyds Sjukhus stop.

Mugging with Cheenie.  Look at those EYES.

Breakfast Buddies

Most every morning before work, we have a quick breakfast together in the kitchen.  It usually ends with a cat on a lap.

Open.

Shut.

Har Har

Kitty cleavage.

Hey, you goats!  Cut it out!  

Cochino Should Be Better at Swedish

With her cat ass on the page while I'm trying to study.

Wedging herself into my online lessons.

Random In-Between Bits

Insists on lapping it while I'm on the computer.  (Happening right now, also.)

That day I had the giant bun.  There's no bun bagel or filler in there, people.  What a tease!

Most disgusting packaging ever.  

The Just-Got-Her-Nails-Did pose.

I started online Swedish classes.  I have to wear a headset, like a telemarketer.  It is frustrating enough to be terrible at Swedish in a one-on-one situation but to look this stupid while being so...

Life in Sweden means large-scale supermarket taxidermy.

Staying Warm in Stockholm

Cochino knows all the tricks.

Blocking out the draft on a furry rug.

Burying yourself under the blankets.

Staying in linear formation.

Using the lamp for heat.

Drinking with friends.

Keeping cozy with one eye open.

Speaking of Cochino

She still has a thing for artist boys.

And she just finished an embarrassing week sporting every animal's least favorite accessory.

Here's the sitch.  Girlfriend has a bit of what is commonly referred to as "cat acne."  (Or as we call it, "pizzaface.")  All this means is that she has some clogged/infected pores on her little kitty chin-chin.  The vet prescribed a something that humans use for acne, so there I was putting it on twice a day for a week or so with no improvement--likely because she was swiftly wiping it off as soon as I went in the other room.  So... she got coned.  Just for about 15 minutes after each application, but still.  Her defeat was pretty obvious.  Though she was obviously demoralized while wearing it, she never bolted or hid when she saw it coming.  She handled the whole thing with poise and class.  Damn, I am so lucky to have her.

One Outfit, Four Photos

Uncut cord skirt vintage (reclaimed from my parents' basement last time I was home), blouse Weekday, necklace gifty from Emma ages ago, shoes Rachel Comey (can't really see 'ems, though).

Lack of ironing is apparent.  Whoops.

Close up of the lovely vintage print.  

Looking down, shoes off.

Meanwhile, someone was keeping an eye on me from her favorite perch.