Thursday, January 11, 2018

Granny's Gone to Glory

Granny's Gone To Glory!
House Salad Presents: The Digs
1000's of designer curated (fancy talk for obsessive junk collector) decor and home design accessories, furniture and just plain weird sh!t. Coming soon. 3 days, rain or shine. Get cool stuff, don't spend your inheritance.

This is the beginning of a new chapter, the start of a project that will potentially be one of the best ideas ever or a flaming shit-show. 
It could go either way.
Whichever way it goes, you are invited along for the ride. 
Lucky Ducks.


flea market, vintage flea market, tag sale fort worth, estate sale, 

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Fun Like Weed, But Legal

Coming soon, The Digs. 
Mountains of the best home junk ever, presented in it's natural habitat.
Three days of house porn, art, furniture, oddities and slag glass by the pound.
Fun like weed, but legal.


Saturday, June 25, 2016

May My Heart Be Kind, My Mind Fierce And My Spirit Brave.

May My Heart Be Kind, My Mind Fierce And My Spirit Brave.

I am sure there is a difference between a wish and a prayer, I am just not too sure what the difference is, and also, I do not know exactly which is better.
To compound my problem further, there are hopes.
It seems to me that a hope lies somewhere in the void between a wish and a prayer.
It's complicated.

I am not much of a sweet talker. I like things plain. I am a fan of the obvious. To me unpleasant truth is better than pretty innuendo. I don't have the ability to say the right thing at the right time. I wish I did.

I am a "Just the facts Ma'am". sort of girl.

So here's the facts: I need prayers, and wishes and hopes and also some good vibrations and positive thoughts thrown in just for good measure for my Soul Sister who is facing a challenge that may require more than one person should realistically be required to handle by themselves. So if it is not too much trouble, could you take a moment to ask God, or, Jesus, or Allah, or Buddha or Oprah, or whomever you consider your higher power for a little love for my girl?

She is kind, and she is fierce, and she is brave, but even bad-ass warrior chicks can use a little extra something now and then.


Saturday, December 28, 2013


Vivian's brain may be smaller than a peanut, but she is no dummy. Who would want to be the inspiration for Poodle flavor Kitten Chow?

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Not Dead, Just Stupid

Holy shit.  It has been so long since I've been here I don't know how to blog anymore.
(I know you're thinking that I never really knew how to blog in the first place, and you are correct.  Mean, but correct.)

Anyway, I posted this lovely office picture just to see if I could.  If you are admiring my lovely office picture, (Which I cannot give proper credit for) then good for me.

Good for me, dammit.


Monday, November 1, 2010

Welcome to the Road Kill Cafe

My name is Luann, I'll be your server.

Today's special is a tasty little dish I like to call-- "The last Bitch that stiffed me..."

Except I'm 10, I'm not allowed to say "Bitch".

 So, what say we just keep that little tidbit between us, shall we?
Now then, what'll you have?
 I hear the Frito Pie  is to die for!


Saturday, October 16, 2010

Almost Sad

I hope to God that you were really selling candy bars. 

You were small and almost sad.     
I was one of the people in the crowd.  I almost didn’t notice, except, I did.


Where the hell is a Cop when you need one?
Not there.  Not then.  I know because I looked.    

We both know you shouldn’t talk to strangers.
I was a stranger, someone else’s mom, not yours.
You said you were not alone, that your aunt was inside the restaurant. You were all right you said, you were selling candy bars, you said.
We both know you shouldn’t talk to strangers, don’t we?

I hope to God you were really selling candy bars.