Mass Love.

Works in progress

Here are a couple of new things I've been making.

Pen

Paper

Prismacolor

Some studies in paint.

Gouache and water on paper.

Doodle town

And that's that.
I don't smoke crack.

Back from the dead.

The last day and a half have been rough.  I haven't gotten out of bed, nor have I been able to keep anything down.  Finally at 11 pm last night I was able to drink a bottle of Gatorade without bringing it back up.  I feel really bizarre nonetheless.  I haven't had any caffeine either which I am certain, added to the pounding headache plaguing me yesterday.  We're going to fix this now:

1 or 3 mugs kona coffee. (thanks Lara)

1 bowl various stone fruits.

4 strips bacon. extra crispy.

That should do.

A truly great room and a truly great lady.

When I first stepped into my friend Lindsay's room, I'll admit I was a little jealous.  It's like walking into an old apothecary that's been crossed with an antique store and a little bit of mortuary thrown in there for good measure.  It's warm, inviting, and there is always something to look at.  This bedroom has so much character and every little item has its place.  I knew I had to share it.

She don't mess around.  

I want this bat...

There are tons of corks that were painstakingly collected over the years.  It's difficult work, but someone's got to drink that wine.  I helped out a little that day.  

This one's not in her room, I know, but I enjoy the porch decor as well...

Got a worthy room?  Maybe I'll blog yours next.  

Killing spree

I have had it.  I came home and the maintenance crew had obviously been there and done some plumbing if you want to call it that.  My shower drain is still slow, and there were more drain flies than ever.  They seem to like the area in our bedroom around the radiator, so I took it upon myself to duct tape the gap between the floor and the pipes.  I then proceeded to pour boiling water down the drains and stick a cup over the shower drain to see if any flies collect.  I will also enjoy watching them suffer on my new fly tape.  These make wonderful additions to any room.  So retro, so stylish.

Dehydrated, hungover and hot.

I tried everything.  Coffee, water, food, a walk, hair-of-the-dog, but nothing works like this stuff.  My energy is returning, and the dull headache is finally fading.  Fun fact:  Coconut water can be used instead of blood when an emergency blood transfusion is required and all you have is a coconut!  Just don't go for the type with the coconut chunks in it like I did.  This is my favorite brand, actually the only brand of coconut water that I can tolerate.  I can more than tolerate it actually, I love it.  Rather than tasting of dirty water, this stuff tastes as close to the real thing as you can get without a machete and a young coconut.  Amy & Brian got it right.  Magic. 

I'm getting very sick of you...

Meet the drain fly.  He and all of his super cool friends seem to want to party all day in my bedroom. They're a pretty boring bunch because they just hang out on the walls while I smash them in wadded up toilet paper.  They can't fly very well, they're slow and they don't make any noise.  Why do I have a sudden infestation of the most pointless creature ever?  Apparently they like to have sex in water and we either need to fix a leaky pipe, or they're coming from the shower.  I'm hoping this is an easy fix because I'm sick of making little black smudges on my nice white walls.

Fleshy peach

I'm fully aware that it's kind of a bizarre color, but I like it.  I don't really care that it looks like a continuation of my cuticles, or that my skin tone is not quite right for peach.  Ever since we got this color in at work, I wanted to buy it.  It was kind of a "this is gross in a cool way" obsession.  I always seem to paint my nails red anyways.

Goodnight

You know when you're really looking forward to being completely unconscious, and the best thing in the entire world would be a death-like sleep?  That's me right now.  I've had a good long day of work, friends, beer and music, but I have just been exhausted all week.  I'm not sure whether it the sunless days we've had lately, but myself and everyone around me seems a bit drained.  I don't have to go to work tomorrow and I think I'll sleep late.   Yeah, that's a good plan.....

She bruise like a grape.

I wish I had a cooler story than, "I hit myself with my bike pedals while walking it uphill."  I think I need to take an iron supplement.

I truly appreciate a good spelling error.

I apologize for the poor photo, but I don't have an iphone.  On top of that I was in a hurry, and it was night time, but you get the idea. Thanks Bamboo Thai Restaurant.

I'm sorry, I had to.

Sat down on the bed after a shower.  My butt had this message for me.

Red at night....

Earlier today.  

After the storm.

It's officially summer in my book.

I know it's summer when this is all I want to eat for dinner.

Fetch me one nectarine, one apricot, some watermelon, strawberries and cherries, slice them up, put them in a bowl and give me a fork!  Cooking in the summertime is a bummer unless it involves a grill and cold beer.  For the next 4 months, I will fully take advantage of the amazing selection of fruit that has recently become available.  Who wants an apple or a banana when the peaches, blueberries, CHERRIES and watermelon are so delicious right now?  Keep them away from me until I have to survive the winter.

      

My corner.

Since moving in I hadn't gotten around to putting anything on my walls.  I've begun a collection on the wall in my reading/crossword puzzle corner.  I'll make this place a home someday soon.

Work convention!

Whole Foods sends the team members to this natural foods convention every year, and today was the big event.  It's usually in some convention center, but this year it was outdoors.  There was a fashion show starring team members sporting new eco clothing lines.  It ended up being a beautiful day, no humidity and the right amount of heat.  Every year it's more and more overwhelming, and you're bound to leave with 50 pounds of free swag.  No joke.  50.  I'm really tired from carrying it all, and I have no use for all of the tiny soaps and lotion packets.  Gift bags!

And monkfish are scary.

The seafood department displayed an array of enormous fish.  Thanks to Patrick's hand, you can see how big this tuna really was!

Yeah tiny mustard jars!  Score!