Aprons! (Clothing Optional)

Custom basket liner: Cherries

New! It’s reversible! This is the other side.

It’s for sale, too.

$45.00

Juligayle@gmail.com

New! It’s reversible! This is one side.

Custom: Big sis Lil’ sis

Custom Owl Apron. Fuzzy pockets!

trainbeer:

Dirk VanderHart’s final Trainbeer adventure. Thank you, Dirk, for your courageous scribblings from the railways of the Olde Country, such a beautiful and tortured collection of grandeur, joy, existential clamminess and alcoholic exuberance. You have made your mark, sir; Trainbeer is forever changed, mostly for the better.

Amsterdam, Netherlands — Train from Schiphol Airport to Amsterdam Centraal Station

Cognizant as I am of the disdain this blog’s curator has for Heineken, I made it a priority to purchase something else from the airport supermarket. Fine Dutch beers were in short supply, however.

I ended up with this tall boy of Bavaria’s 8.6 Special Gold, though my girlfriend warned me its ornate gilded appearance could only mean a bankruptcy of taste.

We purchased the most-expensive tickets available (5.60 Euros), and passed through a crowded car of squalid plebes to the near-empty first class. It was grey in Holland — this day and every — and as we took in the waterlogged Dutch countryside I coughed loudly, simultaneously pulling the tab on my Bavaria. The railroad official on the other end of the car was none the wiser.

I squinted as I took that first crucial pull, and was instantly transported to a time just after I graduated college. I had yet to secure a job of any sort in those days, and pocket money was necessarily tight. But a young man needs his ale, and I fell into the habit of drinking 40 oz. bottles of malt liquor. Old English, Mickeys, Steel Reserve; I cared not, and eventually had so demoralized my taste buds that the brews began to taste good. Or, anyway, good enough.

That was a long time ago, though, and I choked back my revulsion as I pulled on this foul Dutch concoction. It recalled Steel Reserve, but with a cloying, biting overtone. I offered a swig to my girlfriend, who immediately stifled a gag. Despite all this, I drank nobly on so as not to besmirch the mission of this blog. Plus it was our last night in Europe.

The train pulled into Amsterdam, friends, and the drinking and the rain continued as they will in that city. I say with mixed pride and shame that the night that ensued was the only of the whole trip where I found myself curled about the toilet, cursing the fates and, to a lesser degree, the good people at the Bavaria Brewing Company.

Safe riding, everyone.

museumofusefulthings:

The Carabiner Key blank can link independently to keyrings, keychains, belt loops and shoelaces.  Have key cut at your local hardware store or lock shop to match your key and fit your lock.  It is a real working key blank. Saw this here. 

lovedesignlife:

“It is may look like a photomontage, but in reality it isn’t. These are real images envisioned and portrayed by French artist Philippe Ramette, and photographed by his collaborator Marc Domage.”

(via Design und so, Film-/ Fotokunst, Installationen, Netzkram)

(via museumofusefulthings)

theclearlydope:

Fair warning: If I see a couple wearing this glove I’m going to set it on fire.

via

thedailywhat:

Read ALL The Words of the Day: After nearly six months of silence, Allie Brosh of Hyperbole and a Half fame returns with a brand new blog post detailing her recent bout of depression, and how she ultimately overcame her sadness by turning its unintended consequence into a superpower.

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