First, Baltimore is doing a classic revisit of spring, dishing out two sunny warm (70’s!) days in a row, mid November, starting yesterday.
Second, the Vegan Apple Crumb pie I made three days ago still tastes great, and there’s still some of the vegan coconut milk vanilla bean ice cream left, which is the perfect complement [...]
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Beware, HOT MILFS having a good few days…
Posted in art, autumn, fall, mother identity, painting, pie, therapy, tagged Kipper the Dog on November 9, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Eight nine ten
Posted in art, gainful employment, late night thoughts, painting, preschool, pumpkin patch, sick, throwing ones self out of the crib, toddlers, writing on November 4, 2009 | 5 Comments »
October 25th was the last moment I had enough uninterrupted time to write here. I have a feeling even this post will be cut short due to a certain Beenie, who, in her troubled sleep is hacking up a lung as I type, which is quite distracting. She fell out of bed a half-hour ago [...]
100% self-serving
Posted in art, moon, mother identity, painting, preschool, twins, watercolors on October 12, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Finally. The girls are back in school! I dropped them off this morning and have done nothing for anyone else but me since. Put the first layer of gesso on ten small wooden panels, drank a soy latte and ate a toasted everything bagel with butter, checked my email, looked at fuckbook, and am now [...]
Hope for the future, 1.5 hours at a time
Posted in art, preschool, tantrums on September 30, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Dont’ get me wrong. My darlings give me plenty of hope for the future. Their future. I have every confidence that they will continue to flourish socially and intellectually in their lives. Truly I do. But right now I’m talkin’ bout my future. I don’t feel the need to live vicariously through my children one [...]
sleeping beauties
Posted in art, gainful employment, kids shoes, naps, painting, preschool, pumpkin patch, raising twins on August 18, 2009 | 4 Comments »
This afternoon presents me with a rare treat… sleeping daughters. They have actively denied me and their tired selves the pleasure of a nap for weeks, months… I cannot remember. Alls I know is I have not written here in a while, not regularly, and it is because the only time I have, ever, at [...]
Last minute Lucy
Posted in art, arts grants, tagged procrastination on August 1, 2009 | 4 Comments »
It’s okay, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I am a procrastinator in my personal life, especially when it comes to art. Rather, pursuing artistic opportunities like grants or exhibitions. I just entered eight pieces in the Individual Artist category for Works on Paper for a grant offered to Maryland residents. I produced [...]
2:30 a.m.
Posted in Maryland Zoo, National Aquarium in Baltimore, art, arts grants, gainful employment, headache, leashes for children, painting, parenting, preschool, scotch whiskey, the gym, watercolors on July 27, 2009 | 3 Comments »
That’s right. Two thirty. Dark outside. Family sleeping. Cats sleeping. Normal people sleeping.
It has been a strange ten days since I last wrote, here. After eight months of me applying to many, many jobs, suddenly within a 24 hour period of time, three people think I may be employable. I don’t want to go into [...]
Cruel shoes
Posted in 4horseshoes studio, Maryland Zoo, art, high heels, inexpensive toys, tagged cruel shoes on July 3, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Having strange days. Wondering if the summer solstice has something to do with it. The skies have been especially tempestuous and the nighttime light especially odd. Despite my usual hate for the summer, there is something special about the beginning of the end of the long days. A desperation of the sun. Blasting during the [...]
RIP 4horseshoes…
Posted in 4horseshoes studio, art, painting on June 25, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I no longer have a painting studio. Went over there this past Sunday afternoon to work for the first time in two or three weeks, and it was a mold and spider infested brick box. I lost two or three paintings to mold. Luckily I hated the paintings, so no great loss, OTHER THAN THE [...]
