I think by now everyone lurking around these parts is aware of my love for the black and white.
There's my black and white kitchen floor (note B&W dishtowel):
My black and white couch (also note B&W lamp for which there is, of course, a twin):
My wardrobe is bursting with black and white combinations of every description.
I have black and white dishes. Shoes. Purses. Jewelry.
I say all this by way of explanation, although I'm not sure there is one.
Friends, meet my black and white babies:
I'm guessing hijinks will ensue.
(And I blame the Jolie-Pitts. Also? Puppy breath.)