A hippie motorhome, natch. So we can take our sudden yurt commune on the road.
Look at this floor. I am in love. In love, yes, with a floor. Also, the seat fabric. I want to wrap myself in fabric like this and roll around on this floor.
“Hey, you guys. Where’s Tracey? It’s time for Joycean charades!”
“Uh, she’s in the motorhome. Rolling on the floor. MB’s trying to get her to stop.”
“Poor MB.”
“I know.”
The commune kitchen. Check it out, chef-aroos! Jayne. Nightfly. This is where you’ll be lovingly chained to the counter, ‘mkay?
The psychedelic loft. Where all the hungover alcoholics can sleep it off. Me first!
I love it. But will it tow yurts behind it? I’m really wanting the yurts.
I say: It will!
Must. Have. That. Floor. NOW.
It’s a trailer yurt!
On the hills their stuff was laced with kerosene
But yours was kitchen-clean
Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motorhome
(Steely Dan, “Kid Charlemagne”)
Shotgun!
I love it!
Living on Okinawa, most military folks wind up buying cars from service members leaving the island. These vehicles range in quality finding some for $200 to $20K. The first vehicle I bought there was a bright orange Toyota van. Not only was it orange, but it had faux-denim upholstery.
It was a thing of beauty. I paid about $250 for it. I wish I had pics.
I love that loft bed!!!
OMG, NF, you’re quoting Steely Dan? Can we be best friends?
I can imagine the outfits that will go with the decor. Hemp shirts anyone?
GDazz – we’ll definitely be best friends! It’s all groovy in the Mobile Yurt, can you dig it? And I’m going to need friends to bring me water while I’m lovingly chained to the kitchen counter.
I too dig the loft bed. I also imagine that every spare open space under a counter or on top of a table will be filled with haphazard stacks of books. We’ll need personalized bookmarks (sort of like wineglass charms) to keep our places.
So Tracey, when are you gonna pull up in front of Chez Nightfly to pick us up?
Well, just how long does it take to drive a psychedelic caravan from San Diego to New Jersey, I wonder? I am new to the whole psychedelic thing. I’m excited but also concerned how this will impact my standing in the Amish community.
I love the floor. I want to make a quilt like that. Maybe I can work on it if there’s any downtime while I’m chained to the kitchen. A quilting project might also help to keep things kosher with the Amish, no?
“Yes, Ephraim, ye are true. I dranketh of the devil’s vile brew, but observe yon holy quilted blanket that I did witnesseth in its creation.”
“But did ye participateth it its creation, Sister Trachael?”
“Alas, Ephraim, ye are true yet again. I know not how to seweth like a true godly woman.”
“NOO! Begone, devil wench! Never befoul my sight again!”
Okay. So I’m drunk now. Whatevs, pippa.
I’ll hit up the Amish community that a friend of the family treats (she’s an osteopath/homeopath) here in PA to get them to write Tracey an R.V. pass or something. A blogfriends retreat is totally God’s work, isn’t it?
/Okay. So I’m drunk now. Whatevs, pippa./
Howling, Tracey. Howling.