JR and I were loose on the streets of ATL yesterday on our bi-monthly mission of self indulgence. Nobody went to infirmary and nobody went to jail - mission accomplished!
First stop - IKEA! who is only too happy to feed people free breakfast so they will have the stamina to shop till they drop well after lunchtime. There was a real bedding frenzy going on..I got mine. I have not been so inspired to nest refurbishment since Takashimaya was in NYC where I would spend my grocery money on a regular basis buying must haves like transparent turquoise and fuchsia plastic boxes, carved chopsticks in silk cases and acid green eye liner. Who needed to eat? Begging in the streets for Taka-money often crossed my mind.
On then to a quick visit to Phoenix and Dragon for a spiritual uplift and to take a few measurements (more about that later) ..then we went applying for part time jobs (just kidding folks)
Late lunch found us feasting at El Aztecas on Roswell Rd which had moved across the street and upscaled quite a bit since the last time we ate there. Fabulous food and the waiter was most understanding about the no carb thing and made off with the dessert menu before I could read beyond Strawberry Cinnamon ice cream.
Later we found out that "ESTATE SALE" doesn't necessarily mean there's any kind of estate involved. Just a lot of crap that was in the place when someone shuffled off and left it. They did leave this behind, to my delight!
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
inscription or tattoo
Friday, February 17, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
a low level buzz of anticipation
"Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in".
The fabrics and stitching that is.
Out of boredom and frustration, I started thinking spring yesterday with needle and thread. I'm trying to find my way around a serious blank spot in my line of inner sight by making an end run with familiar techniques and materials.
I'll tell you what is hard...writing is hard. Talk about making something from nothing. Sustaining the attention for your own story, the one you are making up as you go, is like walking into a room full of large fans whilst holding a bunch of helium balloons on very thin, greasy strings.
On the news front, I am talking with the owner of a local bookstore that also has a large meeting/classroom that doubles as an art gallery. They have never had fiber art there. So far, it looks like a one woman show in April at a great location that gets a good bit of traffic that didn't come just for the eye candy. More when the details are hammered out.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
hangover
Urgh.
Bless my darling Goodman for making sure my Valentine's day was celebrated properly, with cannolis from the Italian Pie. They come dressed with fresh whipped cream and an extra drizzle of a sweet, creamy sauce flavored with anisette.
This morning I am suffering from a carbo hangover and should spend the morning working out at the pool but will settle for extra fluids and some housework.
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