Just so you know, I’ll be spending this evening at a wine bar in lower Manhattan listening to Aimee Mann perform. And thank god it’s at a wine bar, because I went running for the first time since 2001 yesterday and EVERYTHING HURTS. The wine, she is needed.
I know this is called “Awesome Shit That I Want,” but sometimes the definition of “awesome” downshifts to “cute” or “aww” or “hey look, a thing I can afford!” I especially love Etsy for being chock full o’ cute things that I want and can afford. (I’m looking at you, bowls with hats.) (Although I still love you. Call me!)
I think having this in my kitchen would make me a happier camper in the morning, especially if I could wallpaper an entire wall with them. At least, it would make me as happy a camper as it is possible to make me in the morning, which really is only one step above “climb clock tower with rifle.” But still. It would help. Of course, I don’t have any walls in my kitchen so that’s a drawback, but I’m sure I could figure something out.
It is nice to know that if I DID have a wall in my kitchen I COULD wallpaper it because thesmalljoys sells you the file, letting you print it off yourself, so you could print hundreds, nay thousands of copies.
If you had a printer. Which I don’t. Drawback #2. That’s why this is something I want as opposed to something I already have.
BONUS THING! I want it, but feel like I could make it myself. That doesn’t change the fact that it makes me very happy that someone is making and selling bacon jam for those of us lacking the wherewithall or with enough common sense not to try it ourselves. (Thanks for spotting it, astute reader Karen!) It’s bacon! And onions! And balsamic vinegar! And you can spread it! Genius.
Love it.
And by “it” I mean both the cute little print AND the bacon jam. They’re both equally wonderful. Unless I’m hungry. Then the bacon definitely wins.
Being a bacon jam local, I had some of it on a burger weekend before last. It is, as always, the highlight of what is otherwise a pretty overrated streetfood vendor.
Seriously. Their poutine is awful, and I’m not even Canadian.
Since I’m not exactly a “morning” person, I’m afraid a wall full of cuteness would make me break out the sledgehammer. I need more of the “padded cell look” for my morning routine. Athough a morning with bacon jam might solve everything.
H’mmm. Bacon jam. Although I can’t figure out what spices you’d want with bacon, onions, and balsamic vinegar, I’m game to try it with just those three ingredients. I’ll let y’all know when I get ambitious. I could see that on whole wheat toast with a poached egg….and good coffee…
I’m going to see Aimee Mann on Friday. Please tell me she didn’t suck.
Hmm, no walls. Dilemmas, schmilemmas. You have a fridge, right? The one I drooled over long-distance while it was filled with pork products? Yeah, that one. Get a magnet or some tape, and shazam! it’s an art gallery/ 5-cent-therapy booth. Ta-dah.
Re bacon jam: some apples would go well, too, if you absolutely need the jam=fruit sweet stuff. Obviously not required, but it could work.
Cute. My morning demeanor is about the same as yours (except that rifle might be pointed outwards) and any little thing that makes a morning more cheerful is good.
lo, a fine point.
ben, ooh, jealous. now that i know it’s actually good, i may have to give making it a go.
jkc, whatever works. that’s why i like to provide options.
kay, they give a little description on their site, although i cringe a little when i get to the part about pureeing bacon.
susan, she was fricking AWESOME. her 2 accompanying musicians are amazing. she is hilarious. also 6 feet tall, i had no idea.
be prepared to write your song requests down, fold them into a paper airplane and throw them at the stage. (there’s a diagram on the page if you need help.)
cayenne, you raise a fine point. i also have cabinets. hm…
lucrezia, oh, the rifle is definitely pointed out.