
Here is the House of Plastic Flowers of which I wrote in the nearly-eponymously titled post. Isn't it great? Don't you want to walk up those steps? Doesn't it feel like a party or a celebration is about to begin?
being a record of events, both mundane and extraordinary, in the lives of Justin & Catalin, a generally cautious pair who, with unsettling regularity, throw caution to the wind and set out in new directions....
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Catalin, I think this might be the house where Barbie dolls go to die. Not that they wouldn't be partyin' down. Sitting around on plastic furniture in their black and white stiped swim suits sharin' pics of Ken back in the day, drinking vodka gimlets and popping valium.
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Thanks for the out-loud laugh! I love the image of old Barbies! I assume they sag and wrinkle like the rest of us, their plastic turned soft in the heat of old age, no longer able to resist the forces of gravity. Maybe they sit with their feet in an inflatable wading pool to mitigate the ache of their fallen arches.
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