At Paradithe Cove...

So my sock creetures enjoyed a day at the beach!!!
A bit too much. So what else is new?



The otter was happy, and very well behaved.



The birds had a lovely time, though the seagulls seemed very unintersested. Oh well.



This one seemed to be pining for the fjords or something...



And happy bunny was happy. La la la, beach!!! Fish taco, please? Yay, happy happy!!



But robo-socky wondered why he had to get buried in the sand...






And then Bing showed up.



And he brought Peaches. Lordy.




While Bing was trying to steal beer...Peaches was looking for something, um, stronger:




THANAX? ANYBODY GOT A THANAX? WHY NOBODY GOT A THANAX? BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!



Evidently, Bing found her one, and then some.



Meanwhile, the hoomans had a lovely day and enjoyed some vintage shopping afterwards with the creetures in the trunk where they really belong.

Fin.

Bugaboo on Oscar Night!!

I know it's been a while, but one of my creatures ventured out and got into trouble...again.



Here is the unfortunate story...
Off to the Harte!! Drive on, my brother!





Hi! I'm a Bugaboo, just chillin', waiting for the Oscars to start...



OMG, five minutes in, and I'm bored with James Franco already. Where's Billy Crystal when you need him????
At least Anne Hathaway looks pretty.



I need a beer.



Looks like all my friends are here!




Hold me closer, Tiny Daaaannncer....



Go ahead, ask Jose to translate, "Frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn," or "The first rule of Fight Club: we don't talk about Fight Club" into Spanish. It's really funny, though I don't know why.



It's not easy for a Bugaboo being popular.



Hey, do I check out your ass??? What up? I just came here for Gol's party.
You looked for my ass, you're buying me a beer. It's only fair.



Beer!



More beer!



Beeeeeeeer!



More beeeeeeeeer!




Woooooooooooo!!!!!!!



Look! Colin Firth!!!!!



Ahhhhhhhhhhh.



Bugaboo is as happy as James Frano - oops, Franco. I's only hads a couple...





Hey, baby...



Did I mention that I'm an extra-large sock, honey?





Wait!!!! What the---



I'm just a lonely sock, baby...c'mon...



Oh, wait, too much...Ewwwww.



I'm...fine...just undo my arms, give me back to Brookie...



Some Bugaboos just never get a break. I'm rooting for effing Manchester from now on.

I'm back! For reals!

I know, I know, it's been a while, but I revisited my blog the other day, and decided that I really missed this.
No new photos now, unless you want to peek over on Facebook.

Here's Paolo Nutini from the NYC show last week:



Night all, and it's good to be back.

I almost forgot!!

Look for me on Facebook!
There's a gallery of all the stuff I've sewn for the bedroom!

:)

Yeah, still busy.

OK, so I haven't stuck to Ellen's once-a-month blogging request, but here I am.
It's officially Yom Kippur, so I'm feeling simultaneously guilty and repentant.
I haven't really seen the knitting girls because I've been:

a. Working like a dog.
b. Had to go see Godfather II the only night I could.
c. Walking to get ready for the AIDS Walk - Los Angeles.
d. Babysitting little Gus tomorrow night.
e. Helping my friend get ready for her wedding.
f. Well, I'm sure there's more, but I'm pooped!

To all:

Please donate to the AIDS Walk. I don't care if you donate on my page. Just pony up. Please.

And to many: May your fast be an easy one.

Night all,

Abby

Oh, Lord...tired.

Largely in response to Ellen's, "If you blog once a month...." here I am.
Exhausted.
Spent.
We're launching a show.
I'm pooped.

I miss everyone, and I just got home.

Stay tuned for the new blog...name TBA.

When I have time.

Lordy, I'm tired.

Here's a picture.



Night all.

--Abby

Not dead.

Really, I'm not!
I know it's been a while, but far too much has been going on...work has been insane, I've been re-doing my bedroom, and far too much - personally - has been going on.
I know we always say that, but you know how it is when life goes by so fast that you don't have a second to record it?

I'd like to correct that starting now, if I may.

My friend Laura and I TRIED to go to the American Apparel warehouse sale yesterday. Nearly three hours we spent just trying to get in!

That's a long f$%^ing time.

We never made it in, but there was some fabulous people watching to be had.

Please to enjoy.

This was just one of the lines:



And I've really had it with hipster boys in skinny jeans:





OK, so the second one is kinda cute, but still annoying.

I spotted one other guy, and I have to admit that I found him a bit beautiful - for no other reason than that his look laid him so bare to scrutiny, or, at the very least, intense observation.



Lordy, this second one is taking forever to load.



If any of you are still checking in, thank you.
I'll fill you in on the rest later.

Night all.

XO

Abby