You’re a bunch of lousy enablers! I never even knew I WANTED boots with spikes and chains on them before! *sob* …and while I am sitting, staring in mute lust at these boots, a buddy calls and says “Hey, wanna go to the Rocky Horror Picture Show?” which is of course exactly the sort of […]
Today I went shoe shopping. I am not a woman who collects shoes. I do not have a closet jammed full. I have a coupla pairs of nifty sandals, a generic pair of Black Shoes, my trusty Birkenstocks and a pair of steel-toed hiking boots for tromping around after birds. And that is all. (Most […]
You guys remember all those times I’ve told you that no ideas are ever wasted? If you listen to nothing else I say about anything, if you discard all my thoughts on life and death and love and sex and happiness and misery and every other damn thing I go on about at the drop […]
Speaking of failures…don’t try to scan copper leaf. Klimt’s Octopus The original is for sale, but I can’t do prints of this one–the reproduction failed horribly, and all my skills with Photoshop could not save it. I think copper leaf may simply reflect the light entirely wrong, and it washed out the octopus rather badly. […]
Last night I dreamed that I was trapped in a castle, the doors blocked with thickets of bamboo. My captor gave me three days. “Find the song that was sung when you were born, and find the sword, and then you can face me.” “Playing by the lunatic’s rules only works in movies,” I thought–sensibly–and […]
Went in today to get my hair color touched up–the dark reds are not color-fast worth a damn, if they were paints I’d refuse to use them owing to lightfastness issues. Plus stuff was getting shaggy and needed a trim, and other areas….err….well, bugger shaving for a lark, anyway. Owing to the season, my stylist/fashion […]
So my buddy Linda calls me up… L: “So what are you doing?” U: “…I’m playing this…virtual…birdwatching…game…” L: … L: “Okay, get your coat, I’m getting you out of the house NOW.” I deserved that.
Oy. Had one of THOSE dreams last night. Sex and birdwatching. Not restful at the best of times, made significantly worse when it’s about someone you actually know and who’s bones you’d jump in a heartbeat if they were even remotely interested. Plus the ducks all turned out to be domestic variants and thus not […]