Last week over at Lifecandy, Nen did a fun post on seven red things in her house. Then she tagged 7 fellow bloggy goddesses to do the same. I wasn't one of them.

I immediately sent her a sweet but semi-indignant email being all: WTF Nen my love? You know that my name means RED en francais dontcha? Doesn't this post simply SCREAM "Rougie?" Nen's immediate reply was that she wasn't sure if I did the Memes (I do) and that all of this tagging crap sure is enough to give one a monster-sized headache although she probably phrased it a lot more kindly because Nen is a class act and I'm merely a swabby on shore leave.  Anyways - she tagged me via email (MWAH Sugar!) so yeah - now I can *officially* post photos of a bunch of red stuff in my house. I know - you're still waiting for the post on my psychotic cat the thrill factor is LARGE.

These pretty tea light holders were a birthday present last summer from The Artist and her hunky hubby, Mr. Monster Truck.

Occasions, by Kate Spade. For when I want to pretend that I'm klasseeier than I really am.

A glimpse at my boudoir. The pillow on the right might be one of my all time favorite pillows and before you say: How can you have a favorite pillow? Just remember this is me you're talking to and nothing should really come as a shock any more. Anyways, this is a gorgeous velvet pillow that is deep scarlet on one side (the side pictured) and leapord print (meow!) on the other and I bought it in college right after I broke up with my boyfriend. That's right. One random afternoon I left my summer job as a waitress/hostess at one of the restaurants in Bloomingdales, met my BFF, window shopped my way up Madison Avenue, and then popped into the Ralph Lauren townhouse (because back then I did shit like just randomly pop into the Ralph Lauren townhouse) and bought myself an utterly gorgeous, super duper sexy, plush, soft, ridiculously expensive pillow. And who says I can't do the Memes??

These are deliciously gorgoeus red-beaded Bagdley Mischka stilettos that I got 100 years ago on sale somewhere like Loehmann's or Off Fifth and that I wear about once every 3 years although looking at them now, I may wear them every day for the rest of my life. (Note to self: next time you snap a photo, consider picking a portion of the floor that is NOT stained (see also Occasions/attempts to be classy). And for the record, that's totally not blood. Or if it is, It's not mine.)

I remember seeing this lamp in Pottery Barn nearly 14 years ago and just having to have it. I love it when I listen to me.

Tres Tres Dior - the world's most perfect shade of red lipstick.

Nothing beats a classic red pedicure. Nothing. Except maybe a sparkly red pedicure.

Where would Rougie be without her vino rosso?  A small sampling of some favorites from the box I keep under the Parsons table my cellar.

I was going to close out with the wine (it seemed rather fitting) but I also love this gorgeous red chenille throw (another gift from The Artist and Mr. Monster Truck - they are clearly some of my giftiest friends!) only Psycho Kitty is frequently passed out on it but then I thought this was actually a DOUBLE score because I know how much y'all are dying to meet Psycho Kitty so here: Now you've met him (actually - he does look more deranged than usual in this photo) and I get to show off my pretty red blanket.

So there you have it: choses qui sont rouges chez Rougie.

Now, I know I am supposed to tag people to go forth and photograph the red in their life. But I can't. I am sorry. The pressure is too great. What if I tag her and her and her, but then forget her? I'll be burdened by ginormous guilt and I won't be able to live with myself. So if you like to take pictures (Ahem. Coughs. Coughs again.), or maybe you need material, or maybe you like the color red, or maybe you don't like the color red but you love the color seafoam green and think this post would be so much better if it were all about the seafoam green in your life, then feel free to continue the Blogosphere time honored tradition of borrowing post ideas because Holy Hell, this is not as easy as it seems sometimes.