Howdy!

It's been a busy week and a fun weekend here at the Heatherinkery. I've been working on some very exciting new things that I can't wait to share with you. I just stopped in to say hi! More tomorrow.

CTO==Interior Designer

A couple nights ago, Thomas's mother called to ask some questions about a desk that we built for his office. His sister recently moved into a new home and is looking for a reasonably priced do-it-yourself two-seater desk idea. Thomas says to me, "Honey, my decorating ideas are being used across the country in other people's homes!"

"Your mother absolutely loves your crazy ideas. In fact, it's slightly nauseating."

Looking around the living room, Thomas points to the shelves on the wall. "I decided these should be offset, and you love them."

"You did, and I do," I reluctantly said nodding my head.

He continues, "And your purse wall, you have to admit you love that!"

"Yes."

"The mirror in the hallway, my idea. The red wall in the living room, my idea. The shelves in the dining room, my idea. Cooktop placement, me. Bed placement, me. Your sewing table! The Banksy prints! MY IDEA! ALL MY IDEA!"

To be honest, I've known Thomas is better than me at spacial reasoning for some time. He can look at a picture in the store and say where it will fit and with how much clearance around it and be right, every time. But when he went around the house listing his interior design achievements it made me feel slightly inadequate and nauseated. OK, it made me feel VERY inadequate and VERY nauseated knowing that his mother is right in her esteem for her son's ideas. I mean I'm the "designer" around here. Plus most of my friends' husbands aren't remotely interested in what color the sofa is and here I sit surrounded by a home COMPLETELY designed by my masters-degree-in-engineering husband.

To make myself feel better I ate a popsicle. No, I decided that as a graphic designer I really put all my focus on designing on a flat surface and 3D spaces aren't my forte (at all). Give me a piece of paper and I'll design the hell out of it. But give my computer-loving, video-game-playing, car-talking, tool-wielding husband a house and he can design the hell out of ALL OF IT.

London weather

Am I a sadist? I'm leaving this weather:

And paying a ridiculous amount of money to go to this weather:

"It doesn't look that bad," you'll say. "It's just a little rain, Heather."

Do you even know the last time I saw rain? Neither do I.

Grandma lives on

My fridge really, really stank yesterday. Thomas made me find the culprit. It doesn't stink anymore, but so far today I've only been called Helen.

Stinky Fridge: A haiku
Fridge stinks so badly
Grandma and I are the same
Gone, a tiny cheese heel.

How about you leave me a haiku about something funny you do?

A gift

My modest friend Tess sent me this mug as a gift. The only way it could be better is if It started with the phrase, "I was excommunicated from..." Then I would use it every morning instead of just every other morning.