In a Western Place

I love love love Paxton Gate. M and I popped by their holiday sale/party last Saturday evening on our way to our friends’ holiday party in the Mission. They don’t allow photography, but people were drinking free wine around fragile items so I figured a few camera phone shots would be harmless. I have a hard time describing the shop to those that have never been. Let’s just say it’s beautiful, odd and inspirational… and conveniently located to another favorite, the Pirate store.

I assembled a modest holiday wreath from a pile of our tree clippings. It won my award for the Most Boring Craft ever. Seriously, it took a week for me to find the motivation to finish this stupid thing.

… someone’s been sleeping in your bed.

What’s it called?

You know, that green waste-of-plastic used to keep a hot beverage from shooting out its top (and onto your freshly washed jeans while riding the office shuttle bus that possess no suspension whatsoever).