No one is smiling.

I have never encountered anyone in my life so deserving and so deprived of peace and simplicity as my mother.

Think of her, will you? She's having a rough go.

And so it goes...

A vacation ended by a jaw dislocation and a trip to the ER...Welcome
home! This picture was of course taken after two doses of morphine, a
dose of something the doctors described as "ten times as strong as
morphine" and a full out unconscious sedation to relocate the joint. I
then laid there for almost 3 hours unable to focus my eyes and saying
things that pete was kind enough to document, such as "when are
orchestra tryouts?? OMG I thought we were in high school...!"

The serious part of this of course is that this is getting worse every
time. Surgery is back on the table...Oy.

Back from Narnia

...last week was wonderful.

My heart's dark but it's rising, i'm pulling all the faith I can see.

Pete got us last minute tickets to Bruce Springsteen! It was amazing and wonderful and I'll always remember it. He didn't play Thunder Road, but maybe we'll get to see him again. He did this amazing thing where he just started taking everyone's request posters and saying "yeah, that's easy, we'll do that....no, not that one, keep trying...Oh my god that's the worst song we've ever recorded..." and he was JUMPING ALL OVER THE STAGE and being amazing. He kept yelling RICHMOOOOOND!!!!

The encore was like an hour long and he played Born to Run and Rosalita and Mary's Place! The whole place was vibrating. And the guy next to Pete was so weird and awesome. Oh also I was on the jumbo-tron, but I don't have a picture of that, unfortunately.

Thanks, Pete!
Also, look, I've lost 25 pounds!

From a quieter than usual northside cottage.

Saturday night found us reclined around a good-smelling fire in my backyard, drinking Malt Liquor and toasting a farewell to Taylor and Juliette.

After the inevitable "we better get going..." I got quiet and misty-eyed and could only choke out a "we'll hold your spot in Richmond until you get back," and a few minutes later we sent them off to Philadelphia. I found myself spending the next few minutes trying to recall what Taylor wrote about me leaving Fredericksburg in his zine, and all I could remember was the last sentence, which was something like "and we can't seem to remember why she left."

I guess that's the thing. As we all shoot off in a million directions and find what it is we're being pulled towards, we're pulled apart from each other, and it's hard for anyone to understand why.

Richmond misses you.

And while we're at it.

This one is extra cute in the mornings.

This n' that.

I love angry employee signs. "SOMEONE" is a WIMP and can't handle the heat.

I am so excited for this. SO EXCITED AHHH I LOVE THE MOVIES.


Pete had an interview at Capital One so we had to go to Francos on Lakeside for a suit adventure. The people were very nice and helpful but it was so boringggggg in there...

So I spent 20 minutes pretending to be a foot model. LOOK at that carpet. Yech.


We're almost settled, getting there. Pictures of studio soon, having some shelving issues so I'm not totally unpacked.

Woozy morning.

Well, I'm knee deep in custom orders, trying to finish them all and mail them out tomorrow, but two things of note:

1. Art:latenight is tonight! Three free workshops (Bookmaking basics, Glass Pendants and Image transfers) and FREE wine and beer. YOU SHOULD COME! 1812 West Main Street @ 8pm.

2. I'm on the fat smash diet detox: Day 3. Oy.

Best craft show ever!

Big ups (!) to the Charm City Craft Mafia for hosting the 2nd annual Pile of Craft, a show with profits so good it made me question my cushy, health-insurance office job existence, if only for a minute or two.

Come! It's FREE AND AWESOME and it was my idea!

Kiss me, I'm connected.

Look I already know that I am a megalomaniac, indulge me.

LOOK HOW LONG MY HAIR IS!!!

From the closet of a reformed New York Catholic

I'm cleaning out some stuff at my parents house.
Any takers?
SIKE.

edit: That bouquet is made of fake roses, fake baby's breath and FOLDED UP DOLLAR BILLS, if you wondered.

Achtung, bitte!

So yesterday I got a phone call at work from a man named Johannes Wiebus, a German Television producer. I am not sure how he knew how to find me, but he said that he saw me on the front page of the newspaper two weeks ago and wanted to film and interview me for a piece he is doing for German TV about rising gas prices and how Americans are coping.

So, I guess he flew into America last night (DC) and is driving down here this morning?

I am thrilled and also freaked out for this weird ass adventure. I am also wondering how he knew where I worked and why he didn't ask for Directions. Don't worry friends, I am always the skeptic and will not fall prey to any "show us your boobs" techniques, no matter how veiled.

In choosing my outfit for my German Television debut I was careful to continue the little known German belief that the Brady Bunch is an accurate depiction of current American Fashion:

Oh my god.

Out of control birthday sandwiches.
My leftovers are the size of a REGULAR sandwich.
The Black Sheep is amazing.

Proof of a good early birthday weekend.

Nice!

I got in!

Our Open Studio!

Please come! This Friday! 6pm!

Etsy update

Well it only took me a whole effing week, but I've got some new stuff up on Etsy, you should go look! Click the picture!

Movin' on up to the Northside.

Attention, attention:

We bought a house.

We're closing on June 13th.

I can't stop GRINNING, seriously.

Northside, look out.

1229 Windsor Avenue!