I am washing the dishes

"She excelled at packing a suitcase. She told herself 'I'm good at packing a suitcase', forming these words in her mind to keep other words, other thoughts, from crowding in. The three days of St Philumena's were bleating to high heaven for formulation, but she kept them at bay as she muttered, 'Shoes there. Books here. The comb-bag in that corner. Blouses flat on the bed. Fold the arms. Like that. Then fold again. This way, that way. Hot-water bottle. Nothing rattling. Crucifix wedged in cotton wool. Catholic Truth Society pamphlet to read on the train. I am doing what I am doing'.

In this way, she subjugated St Philomena's for half and hour. She had devised the technique in the British Museum Reading Room almost a year ago, at a time when her brain was like a Guy Fawkes night, ideas cracking off in all directions, dark idiot-figures jumping round a fiery junk-heap in the centre."

- Muriel Spark, from "The Comforters"

"Dinky Dean Bossetti, is that the yellow sweater i bought for you last week? That was a thirty-two dollar sweater, missy, and you dyed it black, didn't you? After you promised me you wouldn't."
"Correction. I didn't promise I wouldn't. I said I'd try not to."

long overdue

"...and then I took a photo of the giant pile of hair."
"Did you put it on your blog?"
"Um...not yet."

tumblng tumblweed

I started one of these:

because words aren't cutting it the moment.

cataloguing 1000 shades of white

laundry

Hand-embroidered laundry bag I just bought:

I almost cried when I found this. What can I say? I'm a moody person.
What am I going to put in it? Not laundry!

make me psychic

I am a big fan of animator Sally Cruikshank. Her work is delightfully bonkers and she seems like a cool person.


I just found her blog!
"Quasi at the Quackadero" is a favorite, but I can't embed it. She also did this part for the Twilight Zone movie that I think is funnier out of context.




Since my computer died I've been going through dusty stacks of cd's looking for stuff to re-upload, and finding all kinds of music I forgot I liked. Bands like The Gerbils? And The Black Heart Procession? That I listened to alllll the time in 2001? It's giving me feelings somewhere between nostalgia and indigestion.

regarding french manicures

Everyone knows that a french manicure is what separates ladies from you-know-whats.
They are a brilliant evolutionary ruse to trick potential mates into thinking that your fingernails are glamorous and clean.


One time on the bus I saw a woman wearing sandals with a french pedicure, (bear with me) featuring tips painted a deep crimson instead of white, and I mean the color of dried blood. It was all I could do to maintain my sanity.

Someday I will be to french manicures what Louis Wain was to cats.

The last time I was at a beauty-supply store I perused the peroxide aisle singing this song I had just made up:

"french manicures are the most beautiful kind of manicure
until you get a french manicure
you are not a real woman"



I am publishing these lyrics under a creative commons license, which means you're allowed to use the song but you have to give me credit. If you don't, I get to come to your house and Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte, etc:



Bruce Dern = you
Meat Cleaver = my fists

You might think that my reluctance to damage an immaculate french manicure would deter me from pulverizing my enemies, but you would be wrong, friend.

betches go to prison

My bestie Cat just sent me this and I died. Why was I allowed to watch this show? It gave me all kinds of wrong ideas. I remember there was a lot of fainting involved, dramatic fainting, which was totally my jam at the time.

quit it, melanie!

So I spend half the weekend painstakingly building frames and stretching canvas, and now I get a perfect snow day and the house all to myself. Why am I procrastinating with inane youtubes?? I'm blaming Melanie for this, and for all my other problems too. Why not? Oh yeah, have you seen her website? Meet you in the Meditation Room!