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clarabeau:

Meg White
"This is a Polaroid I took of my sister Meg White with an SX70 Polaroid camera from the 1970s. We couldn’t use it for anything we needed to release from our band The White Stripes because she was wearing leopard skin. I think she was just getting settled in before we did some other photos in our rehearsal room, but what a beauty. Sometimes I wonder if Meg is or was real; maybe I made her up and all that happened with us in our band and our travels was in my head. Perhaps it was just me on stage by myself the whole time with a six-foot rabbit named Meg. That would only explain some things, though. What a wonderful drummer to play with, so loud and simple. But looks can be deceiving. Who could tell from this picture that she’d murdered hundreds of people? She didn’t, but if she had, you couldn’t tell from this picture. Anyhow, I was going through some old boxes recently and I came across this photo so I took it out and put it on my refrigerator. I haven’t had a girl on my refrigerator since last Halloween, but that’s a different story." -Jack White

clarabeau:

Meg White

"This is a Polaroid I took of my sister Meg White with an SX70 Polaroid camera from the 1970s. We couldn’t use it for anything we needed to release from our band The White Stripes because she was wearing leopard skin. I think she was just getting settled in before we did some other photos in our rehearsal room, but what a beauty. Sometimes I wonder if Meg is or was real; maybe I made her up and all that happened with us in our band and our travels was in my head. Perhaps it was just me on stage by myself the whole time with a six-foot rabbit named Meg. That would only explain some things, though. What a wonderful drummer to play with, so loud and simple. But looks can be deceiving. Who could tell from this picture that she’d murdered hundreds of people? She didn’t, but if she had, you couldn’t tell from this picture. Anyhow, I was going through some old boxes recently and I came across this photo so I took it out and put it on my refrigerator. I haven’t had a girl on my refrigerator since last Halloween, but that’s a different story." -Jack White

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(Reblogged from clarabeau)

Another one! Another one! This is a lap-sized version of the rainbow baby quilt I posted a couple of weeks ago. Twenty-eight colors of Kona cotton solids, backed and bound in light gray. 51” x 53”. For sale here. 

Busted out my precious Kaffe Fasset shot cotton scraps and worked up this little guy. Pieced in wonky blocks and backed in ivory satin. 30” x 32” so this has your baby’s name all over it. I’ve got a bigger one coming in the next day or so; I think that one is like 54” x 63”, so a good lap size. The blocks are improved log cabin-y and I’m backing it in fleece. FLEECE.

FLEEEEEEEEEEEEECE. 

fleece.

(for sale here.)

NO BREAKFAST. Breakfast is a fool’s meal and I would rather be poisoned than eat a single bite of breakfast. Everything about it is baby food except for the vulgar American meats, which seem to have been carved straight off Paul Bunyan’s own ass. Eggs are just a shape, and toast is the reason the British no longer rule the world: too cozy and complacent. I do drink a coffee, though. I’m not going to pretend the Enlightenment didn’t happen.

Poet Patricia Lockwood Dreams of Roasted Pturkeydactyls — Grub Street

please go read this entire beautiful thing because patricia lockwood is a goddamn treasure

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Eggs are just a shape.

(Reblogged from heckascootie)
if I don’t produce an heir I guess my dad’s HBOGO password dies with me.
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YOU GUYS.

jellynotjam:

If you’re not familiar with outofcharactersuburb and her gorgeous quilts, you really should be! I ordered a custom quilt from and it arrived today - IT’S FANTABULOUS! It’s so soft and wonderful and incredibly well-made. I LOVE IT and can’t wait to wrap baby boy in it this winter!

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Right on! Thank you! I absolutely loved making this for your new little guy! I’m so, so happy we went with fleece for the back because it seriously took the cuddle factor up to 11.

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reallyreallyreallytrying:

text BATS to 8888-BATS to be surrounded by soft & friendly bats

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clarabeau:

Ladies, I am holding out my hand. Do you trust me?

I need you to open Google Maps. Locate your nearest mall. Get in your car. Drive to Yankee Candle.

Past the seasonal pumpkin display, near the back of the store, you will find a trash pile Man Candle section. You will see candles called MMM, Bacon!. Riding Mower. Man Town. (I’m not kidding. Man Town.) Stay strong. Not in this section, but likely very near this section, you will find a candle called Mountain Lodge.

Hold this jar in your hands like a talisman. Close your eyes and picture a man.

I want to be clear: I’m not talking about a Hugh Dancy. Or an Andrew Garfield, a Ben Whishaw, even a Tom Hiddleston. This exercise requires someone in the Chris Evans weight class. The Richard Armitage department. Someone with smile lines around his eyes who could chop the cedar for your bower with his own hands, strangle an alpha wolf, carry you home when you sprain your ankle in the woods, bench press your entire body. Picture this man in your mountain home with a full beard, a slightly grimy white henley, a fond half smile he reserves only for you. Now open the lid and smell Mountain Lodge.

Steady yourself on the man candle display. Give yourself a second. No, you’re not wrong. Yes, the Yankee Candle Company has just eliminated the need for men. This medium tumbler Mountain Lodge candle jar is now your boyfriend. The Yankee Candle Company has effectively replaced the need for contact with the male half of our species with a compact and clean-burning candle in a jar.

"Do you like this one?" the cashier asked, ringing me up. "Every man should be required by law to smell like what this candle smells like," I replied intensely. "That’ll be $12.01," she said.

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MOUNTAIN LODGE

"The Yankee Candle Company has effectively replaced the need for contact with the male half of our species with a compact and clean-burning candle in a jar."

(Reblogged from ohhmary)