This is now Part Deux

My house is a very, very fine house! And I cleaned it oh so nicely. I cleaned all the rooms. My bedroom looks so sweet and minty!

I cleaned my bathroom and its now shiny and beautiful!

Here's some more pictures just because I'm smitten with my little mobile home from the 60's.

Also, I can't forget my two favorite spots the kitchen and my sewing desk!!! And my shelf of art supplies and goodies!!!

Annnnddddd I booked my trip to visit my beautiful friend Heather in Philadelphia!!! And she already has a list of things to take me to see!!! We are going to the Amish market-- which I am sooooo excited about! Like these chicks are hardcore baking their bread on a fire and shit!! They still churn their butter and their stuff is the real deal. I'm hoping I find an awesome basket or something!!! Ahhhhhh! STOKED! We are also going to NEW YORK CITY! Again, I am so excited I'm jumping up and down and running around the house. I hope we get to go to this awesome bar I found online called Death and Co. cause I totally want a Velvet Warhol cocktail. Looks quite schmancy. ALSO we are going to eat sushi where Heather works in Philly at Pod. OMG! Amazzzzing.

Also... I had a dream I got a cat and named it Mookie Galaxy. And this is going to happen and I am going to call it Mook for short, because yes I have already thought about it! HahahahA!

This is now.

I am planning trips. Making baby clothes for all my pregnant girlfriends! I'm going to clean my house and car soon. I'm working my coffee job 4-5 days a week. I'm going to start my classes. I'm trying not to get depressed and weirded out by life too often. I want a kitty, but I have to wait until I get back from my travels... So yeah.

Gloria Swanson, photo by Edward Steichen, 1924.

I'm guessing this photo was taken through lace and that idea has given me some rad photo ideas...

Cuddeling With Snow

It's snowing and cold and beautiful. The storm has been a bit of a blizzard and this is weather I have rarely experienced. Trees fell the power is out and I feel like its the olden days with candles and no heaters. I couldn't live like this and I am grateful this weather isn't the norm, but still I feel nostalgic and old fashioned. I miss my love, I miss last year this time and everything I took for granted (The polaroid was taken last year), I miss the summer and being half naked and warm, I miss sleeping outside and falling asleep dizzy from beer and hot summer nights. But I love beanies and soft blankets and fires, I love hot tea and knitting, I love mittens and rain and a little snow, and a night without electricity. I do miss the boy that has my heart, but I do not wish for him.

I wish everything was as easy as it almost feels like it could be.

Filled with Crystal Light

Apparently I am glowing. My friends tell me this. I feel alive again and ready for an adventure. I am intentioning (that's a word I don't care) and inviting in all the good things in life. Anything else I don't care about. FUCK IT. Unless I feel like wallowing and then I'll do that! But not today. So many things have made me stoked lately.

It's Official

Officially depressed. I'm listening to Modest Mouse and The Counting Crows. I'm probably going to start searching out my astrology soon. Or have my tarot read. Or cry.

Change and Transition

Jordan (my messy, amazing 5 year lover obsession) and Junkyard (my beautiful beast cat lover) are moving away from me. I'm going back to the granny flat on my parents property. So I can be a busy student granny. The boys are going to be bachelors and play the guitar and turn tables and let their wieners hang out. And purrr at all the smitten kittens. It should be hot for them. I'm gonna feel lonely and depressed and plan for a good job and a happy life circa 2012. So that whole Pmsy crazy talk was actually tons of shit that I need to get over and move on with. Jordan isn't down, he wants to take things slow and wake up at 45 with wrinkles and a rented little shit hole apartment home. Swweeettt... if only I hated him as much as I wish I could and didn't love him as intensely as 100 year old soul mates the first time I saw him. I think I'm dying, but I'm not. It's not that bad, but it so is

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