February 08, 2006
...the line has been drawn...
The sketch above is an idea from a challenge laid down by one half of the la power couple. (more about that another day)
I have been having my own personal competition with winter. Now I know Mother Nature is not someone you usually want to compete with but I am doing it.
I haven't bought a winter coat.
My old coat didn't make the move, it was ratty and falling apart. When winter hit, I hadn't bought a coat. Then much to the chagrin of the Boy I still haven't gotten a coat. You are welcome to chastise, the Boy would appreciate the support. It is not because of not trying. I actually made a huge (well huge for me) effort and went to stores Monday night. And nothing. Everyone has all the spring lines and I can't even find the winter sale coats. But I did find this beautiful dress. I would never wear it. I would dream about wearing it, but it would sit (or rather hang) in my closet.
I have never been the girl that was dressed elegantly. I was a jock in high school and didn't really have time for the girly clothes. Then in college, who knew what I was thinking. Casual is what I was thinking. Easy to clean and wear. Now I work at a painting studio where everything I wear has a chance to get a bit of paint on it. No matter how careful you are.
There is a girl inside though that wants the pretty dresses. That dreams about skirts like this. Even these simple lovely skirts, that I can make myself.
A fashion week update.
We made it.
Anna Sui goes out this morning, but all the other backdrops for the shows are done! All that work for such a short period of time. It really is amazing.
Oh and I have 33 birds in the works. 10 totally and completely done. 11 that just need their bottoms sewn on. 12 that need to be stuffed. Does that seem like enough? I mean it is going to have to be considering that I need to now make and design my table for the show.
But does it seem like enough?
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February 01, 2006
...fairy ring...
I believed in fairies.
When I was a girl, I was sure there were fairies.
I had seen the proof.
Here is my story.
Nicole had a much older brother, I think he was five or six years older than we were. He was big into Dungeons & Dragons. With the little pewter figures he would paint himself. While he was at school Nicole and I would sneak into his room and look at his collection. I loved the weight of them and the tiny details. We were really careful, because obviously we were NOT supposed to go in his room and we knew it. We were probably about four.
One day her brother came up to us and he said he had something to show us. We were thrilled. We were being included and it was something amazing if he was willing to share it with us.
He walked us over to this empty lot near their house. Telling us all the while that we couldn't tell anyone. We had to be really really quite. We had to not talk or stomp. We followed blindly across to the open light. Then he said if we were we might be lucky enough to see the fairies that he and his friends had just seen.
We were silenced.
As we got closer to the area we walked carefully. Trying to be really quite. Then he stopped and showed us this little city. It was beautiful. Delicate rope bridges and houses built into the dirt. It was amazing. There were tiny footprints. Tiny bundles of wood (for whittling) abandoned in the walkways. We weren't quite enough, so the fairies had hidden. Nicole and I sat there quietly for a while wishing to catch a glimpse of a fairy. Nicole got bored of waiting and wanted to do something else. So we left. I was devastated that I didn't get a chance to see the fairies.
But that little fairy city was burned into my soul.
It was years later, when I was visiting Nicole as a teenager that he told us about the fairy city that he had built with his friends. The time and effort for fooling to girls was amazing. Of course I said I knew that it was fake, but I had always believed that the little fairy city was real and truth. I can still picture it in my mind, which is a feet in itself, since I hardly ever remember childhood memories.
In honor of that little story here is a fairy ring I found while taking photos at this farm in California over the holidays.
If you don’t yet know about the amazing whipup created by kath. Check it out and see the amazing group she has compiled and all the amazing entries.
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January 19, 2006
...banging head...
Feel like I have come out of a huge fight.
Where I lost.
Not only did I spoil out anniversary plans, but also it was the Boy's birthday yesterday and I have been without color since Monday.
I am finally coming out of fever and stomach flu.
The Boy has been playing nurse.
He really is the best person to take care of me.
Oodles of patience.
Still feel a little like the cracking of the ice. But at least I can move.
Thank you all for the anniversary wishes!
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January 09, 2006
...cleaning up...
Did a major cleaning this weekend. When I was in California I went through old magazines and donated a bunch to the local library.
It is so freeing to let go.
That is going to be my mantra this year.
Johanna is making the move back west, which means I am moving into more of a painting role and we are getting a new person at work to take over my dealing with people part of the job.
I am excited and very nervous at the same time. When I started the job it was a mess and I have created something that I am proud of and it is scary to walk away even if I am walking towards something I want.
Maybe even more because I am walking towards something I want.
This picture sums up the frame of mind I have right now, but I am starting to feel more grounded and getting ready to let go.
I find it starts with magazines.
I have some 'HOW' magazine issues if anyone is interested.
June 2005 creativity issue **taken
October 2005 self-promotion issue **taken
December 2005 business home/work issue
February 2006 typography issue **taken
One Beautiful/Decay issue **taken
One Mary Janes Farm Fall 2005 issue
Any grabbers?? Drop me an email at wendyATgreengirlartDOTcom.
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December 15, 2005
...happy holidays...
I am headed out on a plane today.
To a place where you can't by a 'special' tree on the street.
I love these stands because it smells so much like Christmas every time you walk by.
These trees all ready for a home.
I hope all your holidays are warm and lovely.
...HAPPY HOLIDAYS...
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December 05, 2005
...'steamy' list...
The photo above is from the huge steam pipe, con edison is doing some work on my street at work.
my current list
*turtle softie
*swim
*draw images for new site
*wordpress template - email mike
*dress for wedding?
*email catch-up -DONE
*make the new site (after the new year)
*owl softie X2 -DONE
*small green girl -DONE
*gifts for family -DONE
*mail package to slo -DONE
*mail package to nevada
*penguin softie -DONE
*aiko's blog
*after drawings are done post new site
*check out andy's glass work at henri bendel
*red girl bot (after the new year)
*swim (really needs to get done)
*gifts for a & t -DONE
*gift for the Boy
*schedule for time in california - where am I going to be? -DONE
*do an entry on why I blog -DONE
Mav's list that started this entry
Lisa's list, she is totally charging on her list
Shana's diving in after been away for a bit
How do you put the lines through the words??
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November 25, 2005
...a painting & a peep...
Camilla started Peeping Friday and I wanted to play. This week you were supposed to take a peep into your fridge.
One good thing is that my fridge is full since yesterday was Thanksgiving. The Boy and I usually look more like bachelors. But check out the reachable-ness of
A quick little painting on some cardboard from the studio. It was fun just to slap the paint down. I think it needs something else. Maybe another color?
**the boy thinks she looks a little like a street urchin**
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November 10, 2005
...tricks?...
What do you do when you know you should be doing something? Something that you like, something that helps your brain, but you don't do it?
Are there tricks to tell your mind? Tricks to convince yourself to make it happen?
I love to swim and I just joined the pool near me at work, but dragging myself there is getting hard as it is getting colder and I hate myself when I don't go. But that is really just an excuse. My brain needs the swimming even more than my body. The energy I have is unfathomable. But then when I don't I start to slip into my world of honey. Where my world is a little cloudy and I move slowly. It is comfortable to be in the honey. I sort of hate myself for liking the honey.
On a good note I went to the post office and mailed tons of packages. Dad (my dad is reading this!) I finally, finally sent you that logo that you have been asking about for at least a year. I also got out my little guys to Plush Rush and a couple of people are getting the fabric I have listed on flickr!. Remember people it is free. I will send it to you and all you have to do is email me the piece (or pieces) you would like!!
Isn't that photo amazing, it is from the wedding I went to in October for my favoritest couple in the city of angels.
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October 28, 2005
...worse than pond scum...
Last night I was in rare form. My evenings have been a bit wonky and I keep meaning to go swimming, but we finally went to check about our mobile phones. See if we could get a new plan and the Boy’s phone is starting to break. I turn into a monster. In those situations where I am up against the rules and hoops that you have to jump through. Abet a soft fluffy one with no teeth, but a monster nonetheless. The Boy kept trying to placate me, because he is horrified to see me act that way. Sullen, like a child that got their toy taken away and was pouting. Finally we left and really we never needed to go in the first place. I held onto that anger. Then I was angry and sullen because Boy called me out on my awful attitude.
My worst act of the night was on the way home. We were standing on the platform and a train was coming so we were walking with the crowd to the doorway. There was a woman on my right that kept saying, “stay right behind me, stay right behind me, stay right behind me, again and again, over and over. All I could see was the top of the head of the person behind her. I thought her friend was just short and so we walked on the train. She sort of stopped at the doorway I like to go into the center because usually there is more breathing room. I couldn’t see the lady anymore and I rolled my eyes at the boy and said ‘how annoying’.
The Boy looked at me with a little horror in his eyes for the second time that night and then whispered in my ear, “she has a down’s child.’ I thought how much more of a horrible person could I be. Worse than pond scum. So as of today I am going to take a deep breathe every time I want to lash out at someone. Because the next time I am afraid I might do something even more horrid.
Painting for friday still on the way.
Needed to get that off my chest.
Need to hold myself accountable.
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October 20, 2005
...um a link?...
I believe with ever fiber of my being in the power of doing what you love. No matter what. Whatever that thing is – it could be art or music or law or your own business. If you love it, if you believe in it, the world will respond. I think the catch though is that is has to start from love – when that happens anything can happen. The world begins to conspire to help you. Gives you art shows where you have been dreaming to have a show. Gets you music gigs at your favorite club. Brings amazing people into your life. The trick is that you have to be there, realizing your moments. Little moments. Possibilities nonetheless.
I am not sure where this belief comes from. No, why do I always lie to you all - I am sure where it comes from.
My parents divorced when I was too young (a little over on year) to know any different and the households could not be any more different. For many reasons, but I think at the core of it all my dad was doing something he loved and my mother wasn’t. He wasn’t always sure about his path. He would deliberate on moves and job changes, but he stayed true to his personal vision. He became a college professor (some of my earliest memories where helping him set up the labs for his class on the weekends), but he did other things in his summers off. Related to his field of agriculture, but in those summers he made relationships that have continued over the years. Working with people that also love what they do. And it has paid off. He saw his path and he was smart enough to see that he may have to take the detours, but what he loved stayed the same. He at his core loves people, working with them and solving problems. And so being a teacher and then a dean – his life is successful. He has an amazing wife and two fabulous sons, who I am honored to call my brothers. No matter what the world threw his way, he liked his job, loved it in fact.
On the complete opposite end of the spectrum was living with my mother. I am not sure whom or what squashed her dream. I don’t even know what that dream was, but you could see life eat away at her. She worked to make money, worked to provide for me, but then I became the dream. My desires and goals and it was twisted let me tell you. She twisted our identities together in so many knots that is has taken me years to unravel it, unravel from this other person. And that is So not healthy. I watched her try and live through me, live through what I accomplished and it scared me. Somehow I knew it wasn’t healthy, wasn’t good, but that for the saving grace that I had this whole other family to see, I am not sure what path I could have taken. As soon as I could I moved away, because somewhere deep inside I knew I had to find my core, had to find my voice and slowly, now it is coming forward. It has taken about ten years, a handful of therapists and one amazing husband to know that I was allowed to be me.
I think this is going to be my longest entry ever. Especially since I just wanted to give you a link. Rustboy looks amazing and Brian Taylor stared it as a creative outlet. Cut to two years later when this little side project looks like it is going to become a film. (I found the link via android8 via mike at hanttula)
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October 12, 2005
...a little hilarious and a big thanks...
So the two amazing kids that got married are hilarious. And I met one of their friends who has a website (and designs them). We had drinks with him the first night we arrived in LA. I think actually we had drinks with him every night we were in LA, but that’s a whole other story (that probably will not get told here). You must check out his site here! You can even get your website blessed!
Another site that is a must, especially for you Aiko (I forgot to mention it last night on the phone) but watch all of the Yacht Rock episodes, there are four so far! I mean you can never go wrong when Hall & Oats are in the mix. Please let me know what you think!!
I want to also send a huge thank you to the overworked Lisa for my amazing package. There were such great treats. Check it out.
She is an amazing lady! I have to patch up a pair of my jeans and I am going to use one of her amazing screen print designs from abby normal. I also want to thank mav from port2port for such a great little letterpress card. You can see all of the amazing photos links here. Mine got a bit mangled in the post, but there are other great images to see.
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September 29, 2005
...chill in the air...
I love fall.
I think fall energizes me. I fall in love in the fall. I feel in love with the Boy in the fall. I am a June baby (count the months), so I think that fall is creation for me.
I was walking home fighting the lingering effects of a cold, but feeling the chill and loving it.
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September 27, 2005
...back...
The time in Florida was marvelous and I think I spent most of it in a pool! The Boy's brother has a pool and we played over there like crazy. Spending so much time in a pool made me think...how do you get in?
Do you slowly inch into the water?
Do you just jump in?
Do you inch in until it gets too much to bear and then dunk yourself?
Also I am curious about water temperature. I am from California where the water is cold and the Boy is from, well lots of places, but his family ended up in Florida where the water is warm. I am partial to the cooler temperatures, whereas he loves it to be like bathwater (maybe I am exaggerating a bit).
But really, do you thing that the water you love is determined by where you live?
Can you get used to the warm waters on the Florida coast?
Or do you still pine for the chilly turn your lips purple of your (my) childhood?
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September 22, 2005
...bring your pet to blog #4 & a quilt square...
A couple weeks ago the Boy played me a new song while I was reading in bed. I think it was the first time that Trixie could get close to the guitar while he played and she loved it. Now, every once in awhile she will strum the guitar when it is sitting on its stand. I have yet to capture that on film, but I will continue to try. Instead we have the multi-talented Trixie playing with the Boy. Sometimes she uses her teeth and sometimes she used her paws. But she loves the guitar. Loves when he plays, loves when her changes the strings, loves to play herself.
Here she is playing:
I also finished my quilt square (under the wire) for Two Trees' Quilt for Katrina, there is a great slide show here.
I am not a quilter, but I really wanted to participate. To feel like I was helping with something besides giving money. I can't wait to see how the quilts turn out.
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September 14, 2005
...almost done...
So close to finishing my second robot for This Is Not Art. I know no picture, but I'll take one tonight. This robot has a job and works in the kitchen of the teashop, so he needs an apron. That is the final piece and then they are off in the mail tomorrow. I think I'll package them up after Lisa comes over to the studio for lunch. Super excited about meeting her. Strange to think that you have made a friend with someone you haven’t laid eyes on.
Still not really sleeping well, but I know why and I am trying not to beat myself up about it. Instead I am trying to sort of embrace the extra time I have during the day. I am trying to relax and breath. I know I am worried, but I am all right with that.
I am also trying to do a painting a week, which I will post each friday. This one is turning out to be rather dark - I guess that is what happens when sleep fails you.
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September 07, 2005
...let sleep fall on me...
The Boy and I have different sleep patterns. And he usually comes and tucks me in bed after I fall asleep reading a book. I love that time. When sleep has come and I sort of dream him coming to kiss me goodnight.
But tonight I have insomnia and I was wondering what people out there in the web world do. I am going to do some sketching, but any tricks....
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August 24, 2005
...more photos...
I have been thinking for a while how that for an art site, by blog doesn't have lots of pictures. mav called me on it yesterday, so here we go. More photos. More pictures of my stuff, even if it is half finished. I have two in progress robots, and another two robots that are just piles of fabric. My main problem is that I don't have a digital camera (work does though and I borrow it all the time - hence the photo above). I know in this day and age, but I could never get around to getting one. I love my camera, and the Holga is amazing. I love proper film, but the digital takes great things as well.
My excuse for the Holga is that I got some pictures printed and they were crap. I know that I can do a better job, but I just need to go down and print them at ABC No Rio. I haven't been in a dark room for like ten years and I am a little nervous (maybe a lot). But it has been on my mind! I am trying to remember how it goes, printing.
Plus I have to get supplies and I am more than poor right now, so I am saving up for paper and the like. I want to print over full frame, so I need to file out a negative holder. See how many excuses I have! Baby steps and everything, but I will do it. I look at the envelope of negatives everyday. I promise I will make an effort to get all my supplies so I don't have anything else standing in my way (besides myself of course).
The photo above was taken with a digital photo. There is this amazing building on Thirteenth Street and this wild flowing plant grows all over it. Its like a secret building, I feel like one day you'll have to crawl under to get to the door, like the prince in sleeping beauty. Very magical.
**Hey aiko did you get a job?**
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August 14, 2005
...new website design...
I created a new website design and I was hoping for some feed back. It there are any broken links, does it make sense?
Also I am using layers and I am not sure how to make it so that you don't see each one loading. Any advice on how to stop this?
Aiko, I am working on your site. We have to talk about how you would like the title bar to look. Look for her blog coming soon (we'll as soon as I get my act together!)
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August 12, 2005
...five idiosyncrasies...
five idiosyncrasies...
(lisa tagged me!)
one:
I hate to make the bed. If the boy leaves before I do in the morning it stays totally crumply. More than making the bed with sheets on is putting fresh sheets on the bed. I have gone for about a week without making the bed. Oh I had clean sheets, they were even on the bed, but I just spread out one of my blankets, put on a pillowcase and grabbed the other blanket for warmth.
two:
I watch horrible television. The smuttier it is, the more I watch. Right now I have two such show, both on the abc family channel – wildfire (which I really really love) & beautiful people (this just started, but the funniest thing is the green screen shots are soo bad. There is no way they could be in New York City. really funny)
Not only do I watch bad shows, I have the TV on all the time. It comes from being a latch-key kid. I would turn on the tv as soon as I walk in the door, I still do.
three:
When I photograph things I like not to be observed. The boy says I “thief the pictures”. I take pictures on the sly. It is especially easy when I shoot with my regular camera because I have a 70 – 300 zoom lens. I could be a spy.
four:
I never said I was angry to anything or anyone until about a month ago. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been angry but I never ever used anger to label it.
five:
I love to give presents, but I always forget the card. Which might not be that strange unless you know that I used to have a card company on the side called crabbcards. (still deciding the fate, since I took the summer off)
I would love to hear Martha’s and Johanna’s idiosyncrasies (no pressure though)
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August 11, 2005
...someone call for a cheerleader...
After an email from Lisa I came to work and thought about what I was going to post today. And then I remembered these wonderful tear sheets from an old cheerleading magazine.
When I started working at Oliphant things weren't super organized, and I couldn't deal. Stuffed in a portfolio case were tons of magazines from the early 80's until now. That is 20 years of dust and paper with samples of backdrops that had been rented. No one had organized them, but just keep adding to this mess of paper. It was all crumply and folded with no rhyme or reason. The case would just opened up and papers would come tumbling out. Finally I had enough and bought a bunch of portfolios with sleeves and started organizing. It was wild. I found some crazy images from the 80's. And some really great images. I am more attracted to the cheesiness so in honor of my 'conversation' with Lisa take a look at this (I think it might work - what should my colors be?):
The one good thing about the 80's were the models. They looked like real people. (Look at that hair though!) I mean these girls don't look like there 12. They look so much older than models nowadays. It is sort of refreshing, but what is UP with the hotdog?
Both of these photographs used backdrop #138. Fun in the city.
Tonight I am heading over to Brooklyn to check out Johanna's art at Last Exit. I am really excited to see her images up.
Aiko (aka KC) is going to be starting a blog about her life in San Francisco being a teacher and planning a wedding. Aiko is funnier than all get out! We've been friends since brownies. (If you need any dirt on me she the go-to gal!) But, I am inspired by the friendship coming to life (for the readers at least- its already there with mav & arc) with port2port. Look for it soon.
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August 10, 2005
...slipping into the fog...
After two days of really annoying people on the phone at work this is how I feel.
Wish I had a little of arc's fog rolling over me.
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June 11, 2005
...my birth day...
Today I was born!! And I am now the big 3-oh. Ooo.
A fun thing I did when I was 29. I shaved my head. It was hot, summer and I needed a major change! Major. I loved it. I have a great spiral on the right side of my head. Which explains why I could never get the perfect smooth ponytail. (Like all the cool girls had.) How I always wanted that smooth ponytail. No matter what I tried, it would be messy and SO not smooth. Otherwise I have a pretty nice shaped head. AND the awesome spiral. I realized after I shaved my head that I am a twirler. I twirl my hair, ALL the time. So instead of twirling I would run my finger over the spiral. (It wasn't quite the same, but I had that fuzzy soft hair thing for awhile.)
Birthday plans!
I am going to my favorite diner for breakfast.
Then the Boy and I are going shopping.
I want to buy things just for myself. Things that I don't need, only things that I want. It is going to be so much fun! I can't wait.
I also want to go to the Mocca Art Fest.
Then we are going to this super great restaurant in our neighborhood called Lil Bistro 33. Our first night in the new apartment we went here for dinner. The food is fantastic. The space is tiny and amazing. I love it and the Boy will use any excuse to go. My birthday is a good excuse.
Happy Birthday to Me!
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April 22, 2005
...unbelievable spring...
I realized lately that I am being such a downer. I have so much going for me. The boy is so happy and he is doing his dream job – sound design! We have a new apartment and a beautiful cat.
I have an opportunity to figure out what I am going to do with my future. Which path I will take. It is exciting and frightening, but spring is here and it is beautiful! Unbelievably beautiful. When I was younger I never appreciated spring. You’re in school and spring just makes you think of summer and getting out of school. It really wasn’t until I moved to NYC that I noticed and paid attention to spring. New Yorkers walk everywhere. Because of that you see the minuet changes in the world around you. Especially the trees. The tiny green buds forming into gorgeous blossoms. Even when the blossoms fall you are left with tiny precious green leaves beginning to unfurl. It makes me believe in magic and miracles. Here in NYC you have all the seasons! The lovely spring and fall and the extremes temperatures of summer and winter. Regardless of me preferring one season to the next (because really – it is not my choice), it is beautiful to watch the little things change.
I have to remember that my life is changing and for the better. There is a tree outside the bedroom window of my new apartment that has clusters of yellow-green flowers and I can’t wait for it to sprout all its leaves and then watch them drop this fall. Little pleasures and the magic of nature.
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April 20, 2005
...crabbcards people...
I know there are clients from crabbcards that are wondering why I am taking a summer vacation. Actually there are so many changes happening in my life right now. Moving was the catalyst. I am moving all my stuff, touching everything I own and deciding whether or not it would make the cut (so much stuff did not make it). That in turn has made me question all my life. My first instinct was to just stop crabbcards. Then I realized that since I don't know what my future holds, I am going to examine my life further over the course of the summer.
Things I WANT to do for the summer:
stuffed robots I am making for the Schmancy show in August
creating new scents (I have a really great nose)
study healing plants
figure out my future
I really don't want to make cards this summer and I will figure out what form it will take hopefully by the fall. Thanks for letting me take this time.
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April 11, 2005
...totally forgot about moving...
I think I have been a part of every time members of my family have moved since I was a child. You would think by now I would have it down, but not so much.
We are moved, but now we have to move in.
Figure out where the light switches are.
Fix the bathroom door because it doesn't really close.
Find things that are packed away.
Hope Trixie will stop hiding under the bed and eat again.
Level the fridge, so the freezer doesn't freeze shut.
Clean everywhere.
Look longingly at the bed when I am supposed to be cleaning.
Lay down the sticky tiles in the bathroom, but clean the floor first! (The old renters just stuck them down on the dirty floor.)
Make my softies for Plush You.
Put away my laundry.
Make more softies for Plush You, because they are going to be sooo cute!
I am really relieved to be done. Moving that is. I am really glad that I never have to go back to the old apartment again. I didn't realize how much I didn't love living there. I love the new place. It is clean and bright and lovely. There is more room and we are going to have a couch! A comfortable couch where I can sit watch netflix and sew. This summer is looking good!
Also thank you everyone that made comments on Illustration Friday. It meant a lot to see such great feedback during the horrible move. Thank you.
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March 19, 2005
...named her Trixie...
I figured it out, I have been trying to get my entries to post, and it was an easy fix, publish! I can't believe how complicated I can make things. Arg.
Recently the Boy and I got a cat, and named her Trixie. Now I am not a cat person, pretty much a dog person, but she was abandoned in my building. The evil owners put her in a box, taped her up and on the night of a huge storm left her in the entry to our building. I cannot begin to imagine how someone could up and leave anything so young. How can you just decide that you are tired of this "thing", and miss out on this precious creature. I am really glad that she came into our lives. She is beautiful and as soon as I figure out how to post a photo I will.
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