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"It's such a guilty pleasure..." Lynne Stiefel, Pioneer Press

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The Edgebrook Playhouse

Mom and the girls had such great fun in this Edgebrook house. The crafts and costumes and pretend-time never ended.

For the girls' sake, let's hope that's not mom.

It was, for the most part, a nice place. I'm hoping they moved because mom's book finally sold after a massive bidding war among the big publishing houses and she can finally afford that ocean-side compound with the guest house in Malibu/South Beach/fill-in-the-blank.

This upstairs bedroom sort of amused me.

Because these are the most awesome feather-boa curtains I've ever seen. I bet the purple suede jacket saw these and just about died.

On the other hand, Iris was not impressed with the glassware selection.

This crafts room was a nice touch -- with an extensive selection of craft supplies for sale.

I bet these razors were waiting for just the right time to introduce the girls to the wonder and joy of shaving their legs.

Wait'll you see what's in the basement.

Oh my god! How'd that get down here?

Pick your holiday -- and name your price!

Based on all the Easter decorations, these people were either Christian or the The Most Reformed Jews Ever.

Sometimes I feel like this about Christmas.

And sometimes I feel like this.

Somewhere in Heaven, an angel is missing its wings.

Who's up for a production of Oklahoma! and Guys and Dolls?

If you're going to work out on the Nordic Track and play the electric keyboard at the same time, you're going to need that mattress when one or the other ends up bucking you off.

We're done here. Let's head back upstairs.

Aaagh! It's the return of the purple people eater!

Despite the placement of that sign, I'm pretty sure the way out is not up those stairs.

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