Monster Down
I feel a huge gaping hole in my being when the Monster is sick. So frustrating when I can’t do much to relieve her coughing/hacking business. When I was a kid and had bronchiocroupfluenzaitis every other day, I am fairly certain the doctor instructed Mom to give me hot toddys with honey. But according to people who know things, I can’t give her any cough medicine. So cruel. Yeah, yeah, I know all about the studies blah blah blah, and I am determined to do the best for my little girl, but all the same, I wish there was something I could to alleviate her symptoms which prevent her from doing all the necessary little things to heal, like sleeping, eating and drinking.
We are on day 3 of no sleep around here and it is getting sporty, folks. In the meantime, I will leave you with the only thing I can administer, a dose of visual goodness.
by Raul Martins - lamps, mirrors and console! |
by Raul Martins - mirror is bananas and I love the pedestals |
by Jorge Vazquez - that bench! buffalo check modernizes that leggy lass |
by Raul Martins - all about inky colors these day |
by Jorge Vazquez - sort of obsessed with everything in this space |
All interior images from Nuevo Estilo.
kisses, mrs. V
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