Now That's A Couch???

I absolutely love reading design blogs I love HG TV as well I love the( designers?) I agree with, and absolutely love to watch the ones I think don’t have a clue. Like the other day I watched the Latest winner of Design Star. She was doing a kitchen with a Deco flair that I failed to see BUT the best was when she put a cook top in an island, it didn’t appear to be a particularly deep island maybe 30 inches. She then built a banquet on the other side so the cook top would be behind a persons head…I’m not even sure that would pass code. Can you imagine a pot boiling over and getting the boiling mess down you neck?  I often wonder where the producers of these shows are? They must spend quite a bit of time out to lunch. I was reading a blog yesterday about Pastel rooms and the writer showed photos of rooms that didn’t look pastel to me, a dark blue sofa white chairs? I love the way the commenter’s always gush fantastic over the bloggers words. Of course when I comment they are rarely if ever posted. I am probably flagged by the bloggers I follow…DON”T post that loud mouth jerks words…I commented about the pastel rooms not looking so pastel to me, maybe the color correction on my laptop was off, and said that the term is drapery not curtains, I saw a sofa but didn’t see a couch…My words were not posted I’m still Looking but comments were posted after mine so I guess my words of wisdom will not reach her readers…

Something To Think About

Right now, on Change.org, there is a video of a gay teen being attacked by another teen while the whole classroom watches. This is one of the most horrific things I have seen in quite a while. It is right up there with the girl being raped while the others cheered on the rapist… What the HELL kind of families do these kids come from? Is there so much violence in there own households that these things seem normal, is the attacker so afraid of his own sexuality that he must lash out at anyone perceived to be gay? Where was the teacher? Why didn’t any one of those kids try to stop the beating? I’m sure there had to enough to have been enough kids in the class who just thought this was wrong to have stopped this. Is defending a gay kid so scary to the others that they are just willing to let the GAY one get the hell beat out of him just because he may be GAY? I had an older brother who would smack first and ask questions later, and he had lots of friends. Had anything like this of happened to me the attacker would not have just walked out of school with a three day suspension. But in today’s world that isn’t the answer either. Why are these kids still so afraid of each others differences? Haven’t we all seen the anti bulling videos made by countless celebrities and why aren’t these videos working ? When I was growing up my family had dinner together EVERY night no excuses, we used Knives and Forks and ate off plates that were pottery never paper. The table was set and we all had our place at the table. This is when and where my parents found out about our lives we spilled our guts at the dinner table, my parents acted like parents, asked questions gave opinions and said things like young man I don’t ever want to hear about you doing something like that… One might wonder what kind of parents does  the ATTACKER have? I don’t believe I’ve seen any comment from them. Something is very wrong here…..  

http://www.change.org/petitions/bully-beats-up-gay-student-on-video-tell-ohio-school-district-to-protect-lgbt-students-from-assault

                                                                                                                                                                                                          

         AFTER THOUGHT :

I can remember when my family moved to Hazel Street I was about 5, we hadn’t even moved in yet . I was standing looking out the screen door when a kid from around the corner walked by I yelled HEY FAT ASS and turned to slam the door I ran right into my dad’s legs OMG. He grabbed me and took me around the block to find that kid and apologize to him. The kid became one of my best friends growing up and has been a lifelong friend to my parents ,he still sees my dad to this day…Maybe the attacker should be forced to apologize and spend some time with the Gay kid, his fears may subside if he gets to know him…..

Halloween Was Very Different Then...

 I’m a bit late writing about this, but anyway I’ve been kinda late doing a lot of things lately. So anyway I was home alone on Halloween evening when the door knocker struck. I wondered how the hell a trick or treater could possibly reach the door knocker? Well it was of course a parent; I’m still amazed by this. When I was a kid there were no parents out trick or treating. Hell the streets in Kalamazoo were full of neighborhood kids and we all had a blast trying to out do each other in candy collected, as well as costumes and NO one had a store bought costume absolutely NO one …The less creative kids wore sheets as ghosts, or black face and ripped jeans, I’m not exactly sure what they were supposed to be bums probably. To day these are the homeless and NO one would dress up as a homeless person. I of course being the creative one that I am would spend weeks figuring out what I was going to be and changing my mind over and over…I remember one Halloween in particular. I was probably 7 or so I decided to be a pack of cigarettes. I got this big box and cut holes in it for my head and arms to fit through and painted it red and white with a big L&M on the front. I was L&M’s Live Modern was there slogan. I loved the look of those cigarette packages and a 7 year old could paint L&M on a red & white box pretty easily. I made a Hat out of the pieces I cut from the arm holes; I had a blond wig I got somewhere. I have no idea today why the wig, but I was sure the whole look was terrific. Never giving a thought to how uncomfortable a cardboard box was going to be walking down the street. My neck was rubbed raw by the end of the night and my arms ached from being held out straight as the box was wider than I was. I don’t remember what my pal Ernie was that year, but remember that terrific costume….

IT'S ABOUT TIME.....

Sorry I haven’t written in so long but, I’m really busy there is so much to tell, but I won’t  right now. I want to talk about Mrs. Jones. I have been trying to become employed as an Interior Designer for almost 3 years now. No matter what I seem to do I just don’t seem to get very far. I’m told to leave a resume or send one, or they tell me they don’t need anyone right now. There is NO one to interview anyone, absolutely no personnel director in any of the places I have checked it’s either some 24 year old sales person or no one at all to speak to. Once again I’m feeling left behind. It’s been so long since I have worked for someone else I have no idea how it’s done. While I worked for Mrs. Blow at the Vogue Shoppe, I was approached on the telephone by Mrs. Jones the Personnel Director at Jacobson’s Mrs. Jones called me set up an interview and saw me in person that was her job. She was a very flamboyant woman quite thin with ridiculous dyed black hair. I’m sure she dyed herself, probably in the kitchen sink . She was never without a PallMall100 constantly flipping that thing around left hand up in the air cigarette all over the place. Seems like she wore lots of red and she often wore full skirts. Remember Jacobson’s  was first and foremost a woman’s fashion store , so most of the women there had beautiful clothing, as they got huge discounts even on top of any sale price offered to the public. Mrs. Jones flew through the stores with her constant cigarette whirling and swirling and talking to each and everyone she came in contact with. She was a most gregarious person and everyone loved her I cannot imagine anyone feeling unfriendly toward her. She would stop and chat with this person and the other and one could hear her loud Ha Ha Ha laughter throughout the store. She was an artist in her field she got most of her hires as referrals from those who already worked there. I myself brought several people to the store including my Aunt who eventually outsold ME. She was a real master and they loved her she made lots of money for them. She found wonderful employees and actually met them each and everyone. I wonder if there are any companies out there today who have people like Mrs. Jones or have they all been sent to the pasture…..

I just love Jose, why I honestly think....

The other day I was writing about the photo of me in front of the white and pink wall, when all of a sudden it just posted.  I was saving it and must have hit the wrong key so I’m back to writing on the original format Yahen taught me to use. I never finished what I wanted to say about the wall, but can’t really remember my thoughts, so I guess it really doesn’t matter. I read this morning that today is the 50th anniversary of the release of the movie Breakfast At Tiffany’s.  WOW now that’s something to think about, how many of us can remember seeing that movie in some big movie house maybe a matinee and possibly sitting through it twice? I probably went with my friend Sally or Sharon or maybe both. I’m sure we had no idea what it was about. I know we never thought the movie would still be talked about all these years later, and they would both be long dead both by there own hands. My mother used to refer to them as Brenda and Copina names she said, of two girls in a comic strip that reminded her of them. But back to the movie have any of you ever noticed the subtle use of the Tiffany Blue color through out the movie? I had to watch it over and over 2 years ago while I was dreaming up a table setting I was doing for a charity. I used the movie as my theme  so I needed to see the movie a few times to get myself into the VIBE…

I found it extremely difficult to obtain the boxes I needed, so I had the color matched in latex and painted a bunch of boxes and tied white satin bows around them no one knew the difference. I piled the boxes in the middle of the table and crashed a chandelier into them to signify the party at the apartment. Pretty clever! anyway it turned out pretty cool. I had one place set as if Holly had just walked away. Cigarette holder in the water glass along with the cigarette stubbed out on the dinner plate. Sunglasses, gloves and necklace scattered about. People didn’t get it I was floored, The older people understood the table but many of the younger just did not. Oh well life goes on and so must I …until later,  Jak  

Yahen took this beautiful photo while we were in Cancun last week I just saw it yesterday. It of course took me back to Thelma blow and Mrs. Riggins Living room. The colors in this photo are extremely appealing to me I cannot even imagine anyone not going Gaga over this combination of colors. Combination of the blue and PINK and then the white to sort of tone the whole thing down. It takes me right back to 1963 and VO and water Old Gold filter cigarettes and of course those great cocktail parties. I remember being downstairs and watching the color TV probably some Supremes Special or something like that.

Rekindled....

I must tell you I have rekindled a friendship with a beautiful woman (Persian) here in Austin. I first meet her and her Beautiful husband about 2 years ago and saw them a couple times and kind of lost touch. I caught up with her about 3 weeks ago at a Neimans event, and have seen her two or three times since. I’m not sure why I let this woman out of my sight we are so much fun together …you would all love us. Kind of, but not quite like Rebecca and myself. I cooked her dinner last week and made her a Mexican chocolate cake for desert. She loved it all, she brought her new man along we all had very nice evening. She has since left the husband in a corner somewhere and has an adorable boyfriend who is also very intelligent and quite nice to be around. I went out with her last night and I’m going to tell you she was the shining star in the room. Her clothing was beautiful. She wore an ivory pant suit, along with a leopard sheer sleeveless top. Her face was flawless, the makeup beautiful, and the hair is the dream of all17 year olds, and she aint 17. We met a very attractive man Andre’s from somewhere, I can’t remember. But this guy was good looking and had beautiful clothing as well. I thought he was gay at first, but then realized he was European. He walked up to me and asked where I was from” certainly not here” and we three struck up a quick little friend ship. He has something to do with European and fleet cars Hell I wasn’t really listening. I was more interested in the inter action between he and my friend. Good but no real chemistry however she liked him and said she would introduce him around if he emails her. I would like to keep in touch with him as well as he has connections in Houston, and Houston is my new dream home. ….