My Mom's A Nerd
Thursday, March 11, 2010

Why must they torture me so?

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Just before every holiday Dean and Deluca sends me a catalog filled with the most beautiful little confections. Sweets so pretty, you...
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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Almost there

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Remember being bored when you were a kid? I can remember time going by so slowly I thought I would go crazy from boredom. My mom would alway...
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

quilting by candlelight

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Before I was a complete invalid last night, I got a little bit of sewing done in the pink room. Nip and I turned on a movie, he laid on ...
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You can thank me later ladies

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I'm laid up in bed with a bad back. You remember that episode of Happy Days where Mr. Cunningham's back goes out, and he's there...
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Monday, March 8, 2010

Happy Monday!

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The past three weeks, I've been mired in language like "transcode" and "frames per second" and "your hands are...
Saturday, March 6, 2010

Maybe Edison is ACDC

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Oh Jack White, swoon... So we are in the thick of finishing costumes, cutting out neon lightning bolts, rigging up low budget dolly tracks,...
Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Who gets to have more fun than me? No one! That's who!

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We looked like mental patients in our red carpet picture, so I'm showing you this one instead.  I think this pretty much captures the e...
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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

making rag dolls in the loony bin

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Ok, so I have to admit that I've been letting the stress get to me. I need to get a grip. I'm not curing cancer over here. Nobody...
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Monday, March 1, 2010

So you think you can dance?

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Warning: If you are a mostly sedentary 30 something year old woman, who's last dance experience was in the Nutcracker when you were 11; ...
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Friday, February 26, 2010

Book worm

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Jack has handled the transition from his crib to his new bed in his new room like a champ. He's also been surprisingly obedient about ...
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I used to be a single girl in San Francisco, and after that, a single girl in LA, before that I was a baby in Michigan. But then I met Nipper Knapp. We played guitars and smoked cigarettes (me for real, Nipper Knapp not so much), and listened to Wilco, and took pictures, and laughed at each others jokes, and travelled all over, and then we had a BABY. After the initial shock of our lives being rocked like a Scorpion song, we've settled into a new set of wildly entertaining endeavors, that I think the world needs to know about. So who is Mrs. Nipper Knapp? A photographer, an actor, a dancer, a dreamer, a doer, a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker. Actually I'm a really sarcastic shell of a person, who can barely contain my disdain for my fellow man. I'm a real people person. I sell stuff on tv. I love weddings. I like to embroider pillowcases, and grow corn in my backyard, and eat tacos. I'm obsessed with midcentury design, and lots of other things that white people are into. I'm a midwesterner living in Los Angeles, and I'm never going back. Except Christmas and Summer. I'm a Christmas and Easter midwesterner. Did I mention I grow corn...
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