the smell of my desperation has become a stench


I took this portrait of Anna Beth while she was conducting Design Camp in my living room, a space that has a total of zero lamps and according to her that breaks a cardinal rule of interior design. I will fix that after I repair a few other things in my life right now. “Acquire lamps” is now behind “remain sane” on my list of things to do.

Sometimes I slip up and call her Anna when in fact her name is Anna Beth. She tells me I’m one of only two people in her life who do this. I apologized and she said, no worries, she likes me enough that she doesn’t feel like slapping me when I do it. And then I said, well awesome. You can continue to call me Buttwad.

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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