"mama, you pick out my clothes."
"really?"
"yeah!"
"okay. [walk to dresser. choose shirt and pants] here you —"
"no! not pick those pants! pick the other ones!"
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- cakehouse
- brooklyn, ny
- i am: brooklyn mama, eating, cooking, cats (esp. cat butts), wrangler jeans circa 1974, tea with milk and honey, the mets, vintage shoes, black extra-fine point uniball pens. i am also the one-woman show behind cakehouse. i create handmade home accessories from secondhand and vintage textiles. they are designed, cut, sewn, and silkscreened by me in my brooklyn studio. you can find my goods online at cakehouse.etsy.com.
2 comments:
i can empathize with wile. i sometimes wish that someone would pick out my clothes, but only if they picked out what i would feel best in at that moment. the problem is that i usually don't even know what that is. how is it that one week i can't get enough of a shirt/skirt/pair of pants and the next week i want nothing to do with it?
-jessica bean
you and wile will have to discuss this issue in depth when we see you guys in july, he can definitely feel your pain....
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