Tuesday, August 11, 2009

crave. wanderlust. escape. come in.

it's the curse of the gypsy - to both roam and nest at the same time.
and with at least one of my hungarian gypsy great grandmothers referred to as Suitcase Jenny, of course, i've got it bad.
that's why these are an absolute must-have want/crave/desire/necessity with an instant downfall...21st century speeds mean they've been re-purposed as Harold & Maude-esque boxcars that require land to stay put.
but they're ever so charming!
(and for sale, if you don't mind paying shipping from provence on something that is essentially the world's most bohemianly cute shipping crate)
oh, les roullottes, you're the ultimate temptation.
and you've been decorated so enticingly perfectly decandently, pour-me-another-glass of wine beautiful, all because of jeanne boyol.
the allure is all summed up quite well here:
Neither house nor hut, gypsy caravans are untiring travellers. Proof that true liberty indeed exists, they travel towards the unknown, forever imbuing us with their sovereign supreme audacity.
geez. i need a road trip.


jenjer said...

where do you find these things? That will surely make it impossible for a twin to move in :)

The Bedroom Setting said...

the first time i met you you were eating instant chili!

Doll Bombs said...

jenjer you nailed it! a frou frou treehouse on wheels is perfect for thwarting twins and makes a damn fine reading nook. adam fortunately has a high tolerance for frou.
but bedroom setting, how can that be? in my head, the first time i met you, we were sneaking out for ice cream cones i preparation for a midget wrestling match on an indian reservation. however, i do not doubt a box of instant vegetarian chili preceded the ice cream. that powdered chili was the shit.

jenjer said...

when are we gonna get an update about what it's like having a brand spankin' new cube?!