Ivey Lane: the inner voice of a not-so-average woman

Yes, "Ivey" is a play on words, so to speak. I.V. Inner Voice. So Ivey Lane is a state of (my) mind. It's also a figurative place. Average Americana. The behind the blinds peak into what could be any home, anywhere, with it's inhabitants secrets, desires, and dreams. If you ever saw me, you might think "That's a pretty average woman." But if you knew me, you'd know that's not the case. I am much more -- and often much less -- than I appear. Welcome to Ivey Lane.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

34-365 Man cave (and sorta HNT)

Your humble corespondent spent yesterday with a client so I was away all day. I got home right before "man time."

Vincent's man-cave is a musical wonderland of wires, gear, guitars, microphones, computers, recording equipment, even a manly black leather couch-y thing. And last night it also included an extra man! hehe

Unfortunately we didn't get an HNT pulled together so you'll have to make do with yesterday's post if you missed it OR, if you're in to men's legs (like I am) then you can enjoy this shot. Personally, I'm a huge leg fan (Hubman, Figleaf, and 13Messages just kill me with those legs! Da-umn, fellas!) My favorite set is above on the right, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy a wide variety. All you men bloggers out there, show off a little calf and thigh for a girl. And let me know, if you do.

Anywhoo, I was pretty much all bidness yesterday so I don't have much to add. Some days are just kind of like that.