Blind contour drawing would probably not have sounded quite so weird, or so alarming, had I not just finished reading Murr’s account of the disposal of a dead giraffe at a zoo in New Mexico. The next post I read was Woolgathering’s latest from her sketchbook.
Maybe leftover lobster fettucine would have been a better choice for breakfast yesterday; instead, I ate an individual Bundt cake one of my friends had given me, washed down with a mug of milk, followed by a nap in which I was wandering around inside my dream house again, apparently married, but to someone who was not there to help me unpack the moving van.
In cleaning up my favorites on the computer yesterday, I noticed a folder entitled Homework Help. It is now, um, history. [As is the Red Hat Society, which I deleted with significantly less giggling.]
Speaking of giggling, does anybody else find this funny?
I joined the Church when Cabernet Sauvignon was the red of choice (and the only wine I ever really liked). So I have no personal experience with Merlot. I wonder: if this bag came in a livelier shade, would they call it Scarlet Letter?
I had fun yesterday. Got my hair cut, nails filled, brows waxed and topiaried into relative submission. Had a burger and the Smash Sweet Potato Fries at Smashburger. Took a reminder call from the elders and picked up a ginormous hoagie, tub of tater salad, and two pints of fro-yo for this month’s drive-by fooding. Also a Color Stick (like a Sharpie filled with nail polish) and more garbage bags. Did my own manicure, because I didn’t like any of the colors that NailDude had. Don’t like what was in the Color Stick all that much better, but it was certainly easy to apply, even for somebody who hasn’t painted her own nails in at least 12 years.
Also found some wooden circles that might do for the hassock base, and some short wooden candlesticks that approximate Queen Anne table legs. All in all, a productive day with some much-needed primping. Unfortunately, I spent the money I had earmarked to maybe actually buy that print I have been wanting for two years, on personal maintenance, and I wore myself out driving around, so in the end I nuked some leftovers and went to bed early, in lieu of going to the Arts Festival.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!