My Aqua Blue Heaven Friday: Rockin' the Joint

Welcome to this week's Aqua Blue Heaven Friday!




Today I've decided to feature all items from my friend Fiona's website, who has a smashing, dahling website NOTORIOUS KITSCH. Which is fun to say and even funner to say "Notorious Bitch." Which *I* may be, but she most certainly is not, but rather, a charming gal with a rockin' website. If you've never checked out her site, do so immediately! Or you know, when you get a chance. It's chock full of cool, gift-y and home decor-y items, all with a tiki/50's housewife/retro spin. It's not necessarily gifts either. She has things to retro up your bathroom, bar, kitchen, you name it. (FYI: Notorious Kitsch is based in the UK, but ships worldwide! So everyone's ass is covered.)

So sticking with today's theme, I picked out a handful of kitschy fun aqua items she currently offers, so without further ado, here are my vintage-inspired picks from Notorious Kitsch:










Notepads with retro humor? Indeed.






Shower curtains? Check.





Tiki mugs? Why, yes, thank you for asking.





Barware and kitchen accessories, like atomic fish trays? Naturally.





Tote bags that don't suck? Yes, please. These are currently my favorite thing on the site! I can't stand those stupid hippie fugly ones from the supermarket~ these totes are just like those, except cool. And with fun statements! They're reusable and made with 20% recycled materials. (The one I'm considering buying is the one that says "You'll eat it... you'll eat it and like it." Ha! Damn ungrateful family.)







"Rockin' the Joint" by Esquerita.

Peelin’ Taters

Happy Thanksgiving! Hope you're all off to Grandmother's house (or the in-laws, or to the prison cafeteria visiting Dad, or to Denny's) to enjoy a scrumptious turkey. Or a turducken. Or a cod. Whatever. Apparently I'm touched with a smidge of masochism, for I shall be orchestrating dinner at my house, which sucks in that I'm doing all the cookin' for my peeps and can't just walk out the door, monster pile-o-dishes in the sink, and say "thanks for dinner, toodle-oo!" like I normally would at my in-laws. This might be a bad idea, which I somehow seem to have plenty of in stock. Side note to self: start a death metal band. Name it "Smidge of Masochism".

Any friends, vagrants or hobos: feel free to stop by, though I should warn you, I'll probably pretend I'm not home. Notes of interest: There shall be no hippie Tofurkey allowed on the premises at any given time, under penalty of the law. Trespassers will be bitch-slapped and given a home perm. Sorry, I don't make the rules, I just...make the rules. Feel free to lodge a complaint and you will receive a response from management in between a week to never.



What's on the menu, you don't care to ask? Pretty standard Thanksgiving Day stuff, really:
Turkey, mashed potaters, gravy, stuffing, corn, fresh baby carrots, fresh green beans, homemade bread (what in sam's hell was I thinking?), a can of wiggling berry gelatinous matter (also known as cranberry sauce)- but not homemade though, because A. it's gross and B. I'm not Martha freaking Stewart, you know.



So thank someone today, to show your gratitude and crap. Like your
mother for having you. Let her know that she didn't walk uphill to the hospital in a blizzard, barefoot, in curlers, towing the '71 Plymouth Satellite station wagon with a rope between her teeth and hammered on Boone's Farm for nothing.





*"Peelin' Taters" by Junior Brown.