Far cry from an art gallery
Today was beautiful, just like Veronica would say to all those Heathers, in the movie "Heathers".
I slept in because I was out too late driving my parents to St. Pat's dinner with their friends and then a jazz trio in Black Diamond, WA while also cruising the aisles of the bookstore for something other than the photo memoir of Princess Grace.
When you find yourself in Black Diamond one day, historic mining town that once was and still is in god-forsaken-deep-forested-suburban-provincial and psuedo-developed nowhere, please check out the bi-monthly jazz group in the Baker St. Bookstore. I loved it!
Then, of course, I ran into the tall, dark, handsome, thoroughly-tatooed heart throb from my highschool daze and totally didn't recognize him. He recognized me from across the sci-fi section and I shall glow for at least another 36 hours!... only 36 since he also mentioned next weekend he's been assigned to lead his youthgroup at his church with his wife on the subject of homosexuality. I wished him luck and told him to have a close look at my flaming shoes, but I simply should have offered to assist in the silly discussion! Damn the man.
Today I joined the Radical Faeries morning coffee group in Seattle. They totally rock my world and we're planning a camping trip in May. A few feys from Canada were visiting this weekend for shoe shopping (Canadians are gods) and we compared horror stories about what it's like working with dirty plants in Botanical gardens and gaudy florist shops.
Then I wandered off to IKEA-land and co-designed the perfect home office with Heather for an art dealer. It's fun spending other people's money--once in a while. I couldn't help but dream that someday I could be said art dealer, and frivolously seek out the playful ideas of 20-something designers...
Then I came home to my most recent bill from my not-so-pleasant landlord of my past life in Eugene. To replace the wall I removed, and repaint a few rooms, then fix the front lawn, and replace a few closet shelves and light fixtures amounted to nearly a thousand dollars. Once bitten, twice shy. I don't suspect I'll be renting so carelessly in the future. HOWEVER, as an insightful designer with monstrous and insatiable fits of creative meanderings, I will always believe my changes to that building were a HUGE improvement and enriched the lives of many!
Even so, I also believe my tax refund shall not be spent on Prada shoes.*sniff*
I slept in because I was out too late driving my parents to St. Pat's dinner with their friends and then a jazz trio in Black Diamond, WA while also cruising the aisles of the bookstore for something other than the photo memoir of Princess Grace.
When you find yourself in Black Diamond one day, historic mining town that once was and still is in god-forsaken-deep-forested-suburban-provincial and psuedo-developed nowhere, please check out the bi-monthly jazz group in the Baker St. Bookstore. I loved it!
Then, of course, I ran into the tall, dark, handsome, thoroughly-tatooed heart throb from my highschool daze and totally didn't recognize him. He recognized me from across the sci-fi section and I shall glow for at least another 36 hours!... only 36 since he also mentioned next weekend he's been assigned to lead his youthgroup at his church with his wife on the subject of homosexuality. I wished him luck and told him to have a close look at my flaming shoes, but I simply should have offered to assist in the silly discussion! Damn the man.
Today I joined the Radical Faeries morning coffee group in Seattle. They totally rock my world and we're planning a camping trip in May. A few feys from Canada were visiting this weekend for shoe shopping (Canadians are gods) and we compared horror stories about what it's like working with dirty plants in Botanical gardens and gaudy florist shops.
Then I wandered off to IKEA-land and co-designed the perfect home office with Heather for an art dealer. It's fun spending other people's money--once in a while. I couldn't help but dream that someday I could be said art dealer, and frivolously seek out the playful ideas of 20-something designers...
Then I came home to my most recent bill from my not-so-pleasant landlord of my past life in Eugene. To replace the wall I removed, and repaint a few rooms, then fix the front lawn, and replace a few closet shelves and light fixtures amounted to nearly a thousand dollars. Once bitten, twice shy. I don't suspect I'll be renting so carelessly in the future. HOWEVER, as an insightful designer with monstrous and insatiable fits of creative meanderings, I will always believe my changes to that building were a HUGE improvement and enriched the lives of many!
Even so, I also believe my tax refund shall not be spent on Prada shoes.*sniff*