Dream Roomspiration: Hanging Plants

Barbie loves plants and there’s nothing quite like a bit of green to brighten up an interior. A great way to integrate plants in your dream home is to hang them. So rather than leave anyone hanging on plans or calls... hang a few plants in your home! 

Dream Roomspiration: Hanging Plants

Would you hang plants in your dreamhouse?

Barbie would!

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Month

A lot can happen in a month... a habit can be formed or broken in a month. Something I’ve learned over the years is that people ultimately stay who they are always. People don’t change who they are.  Not unless they want to or something scary-fucked up happens to them & forces them into it. Social media isn’t an excuse of any kind for anything including judging others. Sometimes it’s the most immature person calling everyone else little children on social media, who doesn’t want to grow up. Pay attention. Hypocrisy isn’t a good color on anyone. 

For moi, I call others by their names instead of labels and respect their boundaries when they want space and patience. My hands are always there to take a hold of when someone needs it. Loving & holding space for others is the easiest thing when you realize its not about you. 

Here’s one from Smoke... May you all find peace, balance and the time for it all including the things you wish to change. Change starts within and has nothing to do with others, even on social media, no matter how much you judge them.

Do you blow smoke? 

Enjoy! 

Kisses, m.

Innocence Lost

(8-28-14)

Innocence Lost. 

Or is it just your mind you’ve lost.

No one can take what you don’t use. 

You have the choice to take it back.

When you were only a child

You lost it. 

That thing that makes you want something else.

It’s 8:15 am and you decide to change your name.

You’re dressed up like a train wreck. 

You don’t want a cigarette. 

Claim you don’t even smoke. 

But you check your purse for cash.

In the middle of the road 

Just like another victim

You brought a friend and she’s got you wearing that bad look again.

Take a drag. 

No one can take it for you. 
Just another smoker.

Claims she’s lost. 

Lost without the last him 

Until you remember he’ll take a swing. 

You got the choice to stay

You take a drag instead

And leave 

Your friend is bringing a pack of Indians by

She wants you to wear that bad hair and kiss another man. 

He may as well be a John. 

You don’t love him. 

Don’t even want to. 

Middle of the road with your bad hair and bad lipstick. 

Your innocence is never lost. 

A cough precedes your drag.

Lost in the smoke remembering what he felt like on top of you. 

His new smell, grunts and it’s the only affection you know. 

You don’t have to do it but the weight,
The stranger’s body, makes you feel whole. 

Comforted by the feeling of physical touch. 

It’s a shame the way you hid behind the fake blonde hair

Pretending to be something you are not.

It’s a shame that they never see you.

Because you’re so busy avoiding yourself. 

Innocence remains beneath the layers of disillusion. 

You’re not lost. 

Don’t even want to be. 

Stay…

Check your cash and take a drag. 

Pepper Hill Contemporary by Warner Group Architects

Barbie loves & respects others privacy and tries her best to stay away from her favorites dolls & kens when they don’t want to share... she wishes others could do the same but knows that nosiness has no boundaries. Nothing demands privacy more than a house on a hill... 

Pepper Hill Comtemporary by Warner Group Architects 

Would you hideaway in the hills?

Barbie would! 
Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Dream Roomspiration: Telephone Box K6 Kiosk

Barbie loves to see all of the technological advancements in design but enjoys when something from the past like a phone booth can be repurposed in interior design...

Dream Roomspiration: Telephone Box K6 Kiosk 

Would you repurpose a phone booth for your home?

Barbie would!

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

The Truth

A Buddhist, Christian and an Atheist all walk in a room and tell you a lie... which is a better person? 

None. A lie is a lie. No one is superior when there’s no honesty. There’s no better human, artist, etc. when you have to condescend another person to attain that prize.

The truth may hurt but lies do more damage in the end. The only person you can trust not to lie to you is yourself. Letting anyone tell you anything about yourself other than what you know to be true isn’t going to make you feel good about yourself. People will always lie to you if you let them. Mostly they’ll say something negative to knock you off course because they need to feel better about their own insecurity without having to compete with you. You'll never have their validation because they never truly validate themselves. You know what’s best for you. Listen to your intuition & learn to trust yourself.

Here’s an old one about lying... 

Do you lie to yourself? 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Lies.
(7-10-09)

Lies. 

The ones we tell ourselves to keep going. Little white ones. Deep dark malevolent ones. Those things we can’t bear to be true. So often we lie just to cope. Defense mechanism.

I did not kill him.

Just another fabrication to get through the night. These ominous moments filled with a determined silence; and distant din of the city coming to life. Dawn will be here soon.

He’ll start breathing again.

I stole $5 from the piggy bank when I was a kid. My mom caught me trying to hide the broken pieces of the shattered pig under the front porch. I lied and told her I dropped the bank accidentally. Through my crocodile tears I sobbed how I was afraid she’d be mad, so I was going to use the money to replace it. A WHOPPER! But she bought it. So begin my life of deceit.

I did not hit him with the car and back over the body five times.

Small truths we keep to ourselves. The real honest things are what we're most scared to share. It’s the little pieces of genuine humanity that make us most vulnerable we don’t share. But the lies roll off the tongue; spill out the mouth like sweet gems of music being released for the first time.

I did not shoot him with a rifle.

Unprovoked deceit. Cold manipulative and calculated deception. “I was married once”, it’s what I tell them, the men. It’s my line you could say. They all eat it up. I explain that he beat me, raped me, etc. Sympathy for the liar. Smile a little. Put on a fake. Show them your false innocence. Devil in a blue dress. But it gets them each and every time… HOOK, LINE, SINKER.

I did not drive his unconscious body to the middle of nowhere in the dark hours of the morning.

You could say it was a bit like fishing. THE BAIT: Makeup, Tight Dress, Cleavage, Stilettos. And that was just for kicks. The first time it happened I wasn’t even trying… You see, I was lonely that night and being in, was far too unbearable. So I went out for a drink. Came up with a good story, and the rest was something I wasn’t prepared for.

I did not ask him to leave with me.

No one ever tells you that lying can lead to good things do they? See the first time it happened, was a bit of luck for me. A man offered to buy my drink. I was bored, lonely and didn’t see any harm in company so I accepted. We traded our fake stories. He hid his wedding band. Lovely line on his left hand was the give away. See most men don’t realize just how big an imprint that band leaves around your finger. Yes, I could see the line where his ring rested. And of course he was married. That was his lie.

I did not slip drugs into his drink.

Liars are we all. Everyone is a liar. Big ones, little ones. Mom’s to children, bosses to employees, government to the population for control. That’s all it is. Control. Like trained animals that jump through hoops for a false prize promised to them. For us, there is no promised land. Even lying to ourselves in the end. Heaven and Hell.

I did not offer to buy his drink.

He was married, I knew it. I went along for the ride anyhow. After two drinks we stop. He says “let’s get outta here”. I agree. Before he makes it to the car he falls down. Drunk. Lucky me. I ask him what he’s driving and attempt to help him up. He is spinning and incoherent. I take his keys and try to find it using the alarm. It’s a ‘68 Chevy P.U. Cherry red. Nothing more than that I could tell you about it. Not a gear head, but I do appreciate a pretty picture. I managed to drag this idiot over to it. As I’m shoving this drunk into the cab out of his pocket drops a bottle of pills. Date Rape BS. I get upset. He’s passed out. That was supposed to be me. So I shove his body over, fire up the truck and peel out.

I did not smile and sit down next to him at the bar.

Lying to myself always was the easy part of life. It was harder to swallow someone else’s story. That bastard tried to drug me. Idiot! Wasn’t he in for a treat? I drove out to some unmarked dirt road. Threw him out and was about to leave him when… the gears slipped! And just like that, the truck backed over him. THUMP! THUMP! “Oh God”! I instantly throw it in gear and go forward with out thinking. THUMP! THUMP! “Shit”! I get out and assess the damage.

I did not go to the bar last night.

He’s not breathing and his head resembles a smashed cabbage. Brains are falling out. I would panic, but everyone in that bar is a liar and not one of those people could honestly say they really knew who he was. No one would notice or bother to say a thing when the authorities came looking. No one would talk… unless these other cheaters wanted to admit these infidelities to their spouses waiting patiently by the phone at home.

I did not kill anyone.

Simple truths we continue to share with ourselves. The lies – complicated deception – we save for the eager audience that awaits us out in the world.

I am not a liar.