Ah, there’s nothing quite like the smell of E-6000* in the morning! This morning I’ve been making glass pins to wear, to donate to the NFPW Education Fund auction next week, and to sell at Archon next month. I start with a small image of one of my paintings, apply a glob of glue, then squish the gem into the glob and slide it around until the glue is evenly distributed and the image is…
Ah, there’s nothing quite like the smell of E-6000* in the morning! It’s been a productive weekend thus far. On the arty side, I finished a few new watercolor ACEOs (miniature paintings, 2.5 inches x 3.5 inches) last night while watching a couple of old movies I had DVR’d. This morning I made several new glass pins to wear, to donate to the NFPW Education Fund auction next week, and to sell at Archon next…
What’s the first sign of crazy cat lady syndrome? When you’re standing in line at Big Lots behind a crazy cat lady with a cart full of kitty supplies…. and you decide you just have to buy one of the milk-crate-sized kitty cubby hideways for your own little beasties…. Seriously. It’s a fabric-covered, upholstery-grade foam cube with a hole in the front and a dangly kitty toy hanging from the top inside. In other words,…
Apparently, I used to be a much more adventurous eater than I am today. * Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.* BOLD all the items you’ve eaten* Cross out any items you would never consider eating (or eating again). 1. Venison 2. Nettle tea 3. Huevos rancheros 4. Steak tartare 5. Crocodile 6. Black pudding 7. Cheese fondue 8. Carp 9. Borscht 10. Baba ghanoush 11. Calamari 12. Pho 13. PB&J…
I’ve grown unaccustomed to writing for myself. Every word I write, and and every word I revise, is written with an audience in mind. At work, every word is carefully calculated to inform or influence. Each email, personal and professional, is crafted for the person with whom I wish to communicate. Each blog post is filtered for public consumption. I wonder…. is there a point in only writing for ones’ self anymore?
