Wednesday: Soapbox

Today is wordless Wednesday:

 

I love these women and men!

 

 

 

Sometimes...

Yep Sometimes I am that girl

The make-up, fashion magazines, and nail polish girl.

Cat in my lap and an overpriced salad in my belly

But rest assured, I know that the women I see in this referenced magazine are not real.

You can't fool me, there are no pores.

Everyone who has a basic understanding of science understands that you can not be alive without pores. So all these over photoshopped women are just paper dolls

with $15,000 handbags.

But my oh my what pretty pretty pictures and colors

Breaking the streak

Dublin, Ireland 2012

I have not had my morning/afternoon/nighttime cuppa tea in over a week.

It was not a conscience decision, I just kinda stopped cold turkey
when my cold parked itself in my head.

So this last week had felt strange, like I am forgetting something.

Hubby said I have broken my habit, that the first three days off caffine are the hardest.
I haven't had headaches or been itchy...but I have missed it.

Mostly the ritual of drinking a hot yummy cuppa in the morning...like I was telling my insides to wake up or something.

Well, today I am meeting a friend for tea...I am going to have a cup of chai

I feel kind of bad about it, like I am going to dive into a guilty pleasure knowing that I am going to fall into the deep end of the pool and allow myself to float down to the bottom slowly and ever so effortlessly...but I am also so looking forward to it.

I'm here, keep your pants on....

OK so I have been busy...really busy, filling my head with images and sounds and sights...

I will share some of them with you now....

OK I ate this in the town that the Twilight boy was spotted in nursing his broken heart.
I kind of wanted to see him, even though I am not a twi fan...but I just had a lovely conversation with my sweetie instead



Here is the Edward Hopper painting that made me weep
at the SFMOMA.
(Click on image to see it larger)

Peter Fischli and David Weiss, Untitled (Rat and Bear, Sleeping), 2008/2009; installation

This is a piece called Rat and Bear Sleeping...that scared the shit out of me...they breathe...well look like they are breathing and I was afraid that they would get up and grab me.
I think I am still a little traumatized from it.

I got a head cold...I slept on the couch so I could sleep sitting up...it is not pretty.
I am giving you real life here people!

I completed my edition of bookplates for this show

This is a neighbor showing off his ocean caught fish...

much to the delight of the neighborhood girls.

The fish was horribly embarrassed

This is what I saw last week in TJ's, little girls in 4.5inch heels...

I am not sure I have moved past this either.

The wall of yet sold artwork from the local art auction.
It was hot and packed and there was loads of tequila

building next door to SFMOMA
click on image to see it larger and discover what I saw

More words in my next post...