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Hello.

Rad My World is an imagination, a thought cloud, a happening, a beach party, a Big Top Pee Wee, a picture-story book where all the good stuff comes true, an attack of the awesome.

I am not much into blogs that make one covet stuff, so instead, I am going to treat this as a place of ideas. Yeah, it’s like an imaginary superduperhyperbolemarket where you get to taste a square of Sara Lee apple Danish impaled on a tiny toothpick, but spit it out and go home to that basket of Granny Smiths ALREADY ON YOUR KITCHEN BENCH, take a bite, be happy and not bitter.

My word, this is a FARCE.

I am a hideous consumer that, generally, only makes her own things when my internal radness hasn’t already morphed out of somebody else’s mind, hands, and team of industrious factory workers (but let’s hope they’re happy and singing “Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho”).

With Rad My World, I intend to create a pit of buried acorns. Some day it may be so full of acorns, that, if it were a real pit dug somewhere other than on the internets, my little squirrely self would wind up on A Current Affair for hording so much shit, I mean, acorns.

And by acorns, I mean: fashion, art, books, film, music, knick-knacks, kid stuff, decor, concepts, philosophies, You Tube links, other blogs, stuff on Etsy.

And, if my lame little blog full of stuff makes you want to go spending your hard earned moula or trust fund, just remember that I am …

a tiny bit …

but not very …

sorry.

Treat Rad My World as a virtual shop where you don’t spend to get something, but steal it with your mind. That’s what I’ll be doing, except for the times where I do actually buy stuff (of course).

And remember:

THE WORLD! (BY WHICH I MEAN ‘MY WORLD’), LET’S MAKE IT RAD!