Merry Christmas. Have a toilet.

Julie and I are giving each other a new bathroom for Christmas. The master bathroom is a disaster. Well, it's so small, it's hard to qualify as a disaster. We've been looking for some inspiration, and I always remembered this bathroom from some Apartment Therapy Color Contest way back when. Small, rad and woody. Right up my alley. Now to find super fancy, high end stuff for super cheap. Already sold my locks of hair, so the cash is gonna have to come from somewhere else. Stay tuned. Get ready for dumpy bathroom pics in the near future.

The Good, The Bad and the Bloody

It's been a weird time in Baldland. Luckily for me, some lovers of woody stuff bought items from me, which I was glad to make. My fingers that were lopped off by my X-acto knife were not as glad.

A couple days earlier, some drunken coed smashed into my Mini. I followed her trail of car guts to her smashed piece of crud a few blocks away. Bad guys lose.

I screwed up one of my vase numbers, so I sliced it down into these little dainty pieces o wood that I stare and and wonder about... what to do with these?

On a positive note, I got to take in some Tuesday evening rock with Cheap Time at Beerland. Got to see rockers that still are doing that every nite of the week, whilst I go to bed early/get up early. But I have a sweet baby that makes it all better. And sucks up all my bloggy time.