Top-sy Turvey

This year in my History of Design class, we watched films by Charles and Ray Eames. I was taken aback by the beautiful stories, colors and quirkiness emanating from each film that we saw.

My favorite was called Tops. Guess what it was about?

Interwebz, you guessed right--TOPS! (Like the toy, not the shirt) I sense a new obsession coming on.... Maybe I should start collecting some colorful tops? ... because, you know that I need more chatshki in my life to fill the cave.

Never Losing Suction? Sign Me Up!

My Dad passed on a lot of things to me. His sense of humor, love of art, and his dislike of parmesan cheese, for a start. But one that he doesn't always recognize as a trait that we share is our love of vacuums.

Yes, you read that right--vacuums.

As a family, we own about 7. I personally was gifted with a mini-bag-less for Christmas a few years ago. He's lime green. I call him Dino, and he is my baby.

That's Dino on the left. Isn't he gorgeous?!

A few years ago, my Dad got an even better gift: the Dyson Animal. He walked down to the living room Christmas morning and almost burst out in tears when he saw the gift Santa left--he had wanted a Dyson vacuum his whole life. None of this Hoover or Orick stuff for him, he's a serious vacuum-teer.

I think that if we had waited just a few more years to buy my Dad his Dyson--which is now referred to as his favorite daughter--he would have been even more ecstatic to have gotten my choice for Dyson of the year. Nay, the decade!

In my opinion, the Dyson Ball IS THE MOST SUPER AWESOME FABULICIOUS VACCUM OF ALL TIME. And I mean that. I want one with a fiery passion that burns within my heart of hearts.

Look at the swivel action! Imagine if you didn't have to vacuum in straight lines?! AMAZEBALLZ! (no pun intended)

So beautiful. Fo' realzies. And the ads appeal to the Industrial Design side too--such an awesome product.

So, yeah, I pretty much am in love vacuums. Interwebz, if you could gift me with a Dyson Ball for my birthday, I would be truly grateful.

kaythanksbye.

Dancing Babies and Andy Samberg

Ok, so last night Glee was on. Interwebz, you know how much my heart goes pitter-patter for the Glee...And last night it skipped a few more beats when Beyonce's Single Ladies (You Should Have Put a Ring on it) was a prominent part of the episode.

This song has been haunting me for the past year. Every time I hear it, it gets stuck in my head for days. DAYS, INTERWEBZ! I find myself flipping my hands around pointing to my ring finger and telling strangers that they should have put a ring on it, whilst walking down the street.

It's not healthy.

Not to mention that I am a terrible, terrible dancer. I flail about. It's not pretty.

This baby can do the dance way better than I can. Should I just give up on my Beyonce diva aspirations, interwebz?

Or, maybe it's not so bad that I can't get all of the moves because J.T. can't even get it all the way...

check it out here!

I probably look a lot like Andy when I dance. Just sayin'...

I Think She May Have Said That This One Time...

Just for funsies.

And because http://kanyegate.tumblr.com/ has taken over my life....

And so has Michael Scott....or should I say Michael Scarn?

Growing Pains?

Since last night I randomly posted about toys, I thought, dear interwebz, you should know something about me: I refuse to grow up.

Luckily I'm short, so people will always think that I am a few years younger than I actually am. But, the sands of time do keep a flowin'. I, unlike one of my favorite childhood characters, Peter Pan, do eventually have to graduate from college --gasp!-- get a job --GASP!-- and pay bills --DOUBLE GASP!

So, to console myself about growing up I've decided to chat about my fivvity fave childhood books. Perhaps you will read them, interwebz?

"And for all I know he is sitting there still, under his favorite cork tree, smelling the flowers just quietly. He is very happy."

First up is one that I actually put down as my favorite book on a questionnaire given out by my high school college counseling office. The Story of Ferdinand by Munro Leaf was a favorite of mine and my sister when we were little. Wouldn't you rather smell flowers under a cork tree than kick and snort with the other bulls? I know I would.

"Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them."

Obviously, if I want to talk about favorite children's stories, I cannot forget to talk about my all time favorite, Peter Pan and Wendy by J.M. Barrie. I have to admit, when I was little I had the biggest crush on Peter Pan--I mean, who wouldn't? That confidence! That sense of adventure! So soupah sexy to my 8 year-old self... and, okay, my current self. Barrie created a world where I could have adventures fighting pirates, swimming with mermaids, and scolding lost boys--if only in my head.

This almost made me feel better about getting older.

EXCEPT IT DIDN'T. It just made me nostalgic for my childhood.

Le sigh.

The Best Toy Ever (or at least for now)

I recently discovered this amazing toy when my sister was visiting. Every time I break it out, people cannot stop playing with it!

We've made necklaces, towers, rings, geometric forms, people, animals...it's crazy! It's so much fun to see what people come up with!

ch-ch-check 'em out!

Newest Obsession

So, for those of you out there (on the interwebz) who know me, have come to realize that I have a new obsession in my life. And that new obsession is Glee.

I can't stop talking about it in civilized company. It is my go-to conversation starter. For realzies! Here is how a typical conversation in Abby-world has been going lately:

Abby: "Have you seen the newest episode of Glee yet?"

Random person: No.

Abby: "It's so gooooooooood, I can't wait until next Wednesday night!!"

Random person: Oh, yeah?

Abby: "Want to listen to the Glee soundtrack? It just so happens, that I have it right here on my iPod!"

Random person: Er....

So, yeah. Glee has pretty much taken over my life. Can I get some sort of glee-tervention? Please?

Marshmallow Willpower

So, yes, I have decided to create a faboosh blog. Get excited people! I came across this hilariously cute video this past week and thought that you (the interwebz) would enjoy it!

Funny story to go along with the video--when I was little I wouldn't want to toast my marshmallows by the fire. Instead when anyone asked me if I was toasting my marshmallow, I would say "yes I am. I am toasting it in my mouth." ...Yes, I was that kid who would eat their s'more's "raw".

Unfortunately for my oven of a mouth, I am now unable to eat a "raw" marshmallow without getting sick. Talent wasted.

Hopefully these kids won't have the same issues as me.

Oh, The Temptation from Steve V on Vimeo.