The various stages of Edith trying to get comfortable in her bed on my desk.
Oh my God. I think my Final project in art is complete. It’s a life-sized self portrait. I have charcoal pencil, conte and vine charcoal all over my face, hands and clothes.
I have to draw this photo of me for drawing class. Head to toe - at my height of 5’6. DREADING. DREAD DREAD DREAD.
Our dinner party this evening was fabulous! My favorite part of this house is the window in the dining room that looks over the Olive Grove.
The flowers on the table were freshly cut from our garden today. I absolutely loved selecting the roses for this display.
Okay this is kind of a huge fucking deal for me. I do not cook. I repeat… I do NOT cook. I am 28 years old and it has not ever been part of my skill set. I am artistic, creative… Those type of things. I write, I draw, I sing, I act… I do not cook.
Yesterday… I cooked. I wanted mac and cheese very badly and I didn’t have anybody to make it (see: My girlfriend cooks less than I do) nor did I know anywhere really great to order it.
So I googled “Cheesiest Macaroni and Cheese” and found a recipe I liked. Then I grocery shopped and set about cooking my meal. It was freaking heavenly. I put cut got dogs on the top and in the oven they turned all delicious. I was so happy and felt so accomplished that I did this.
Will I do it again? Probably not. It took much more time than I’m willing to spend in the kitchen. But at least I made food with my own two hands and about 6 pots and it was amazing.
Two substantial problems with social networking and digital photography - duck lips and artsy angles when you have breasts.
Try not to do either. Ever.
Just some Marilyn Monroe inspired makeup. I am not sure why it looks like I’m smoking in this photo because I’m not.
Just singin’ and waitin’ on the GF to get back home from her hair appointment to go flower shoppin’.
You wouldn’t know I live in California with that white skin.
Got inducted into Phi Theta Kappa. Pleased to find fellow souls dedicated to knowledge and making an effort.
So, what say you? Is my accent different than yours?
PS I realize I’m being upstaged by my dogs in the other room playing with their toy. Never work with animals or children…












