Pastelephant
My bird kisses me when I turn my face to him. Tonight he does, anyway. He's been particularly sweet lately, and I can't imagine my life without such a perfect little soul around.
A car drove through the hedge in front of my house an hour or so ago. Side-front of my house, really. Apparently the driver was a touch tipsy and drove into another car, thus spinning himself into our hedge. It'll probably bounce back soon enough, though. Third drunk who's run into vehicles or vegetation in front of my house this year. Compared to none in the previous years. Go figure.
I've been editing every single article that comes into the Caledonian and it's killing me. I pawned some off on Robyn today because she's awesome and can write brilliantly, but it's still one helluva project. We were supposed to go to print this weekend, but there's no way in hell that's happening. I keep thinking I should just forget it all for a few days and paint something to calm me down, but perhaps later. Come November, maybe I will. Hope's a killer if there ever was one, but without it we'd be dead.
I'm thinking of making a project with papier mache and metal (welding rocks my socks) just for the hell of it. Something super elaborate. My tailoring internship starts next week, and on an unrelated note I got my first sewing commission. I'm excited and terrified about it all, but I think things will work out. Even if it takes until August, things will be okay.
A car drove through the hedge in front of my house an hour or so ago. Side-front of my house, really. Apparently the driver was a touch tipsy and drove into another car, thus spinning himself into our hedge. It'll probably bounce back soon enough, though. Third drunk who's run into vehicles or vegetation in front of my house this year. Compared to none in the previous years. Go figure.
I've been editing every single article that comes into the Caledonian and it's killing me. I pawned some off on Robyn today because she's awesome and can write brilliantly, but it's still one helluva project. We were supposed to go to print this weekend, but there's no way in hell that's happening. I keep thinking I should just forget it all for a few days and paint something to calm me down, but perhaps later. Come November, maybe I will. Hope's a killer if there ever was one, but without it we'd be dead.
I'm thinking of making a project with papier mache and metal (welding rocks my socks) just for the hell of it. Something super elaborate. My tailoring internship starts next week, and on an unrelated note I got my first sewing commission. I'm excited and terrified about it all, but I think things will work out. Even if it takes until August, things will be okay.