Friday, February 22, 2013

The Wolf Doesn’t Compromise


Little wolfy, won’t you come in out the rain?


Won’t you let me brush your scraggily coat?


Won’t you enjoy my fire?


Won’t you come sleep on your pillow?


Not even a bath?


Then why do you look so miserable little wolf?

There are squirrels afoot.

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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Cutting frames 101


1. step one: lock your husky away in the chicken coop in spite of yowling protests


(don’t worry she’ll get over it)


2. Eat a soft pretzel with cinnamon and sugar made from your hunky cooking husband


3. Rock your double glasses and keep your saw unplugged until you’re ready to cut


4. Measure out your ridiculously huge frame and make your cuts.

5. Realize that you forgot to buy wood for the supports.

6. decide to go to home depot on another day


7. sit inside your frame to show it’s ridiculously huge proportions.

8.  get giddy about painting something 6 feet long.


(tune in later for canvas stretching and gesso.)

(charley is watching tv while dehydrating rose petals…because that’s just so normal around here)

Annie's got a blog

My friend just started a pretty little food blog, a guide to eating healthy and smart. She’s the bomb at cooking so I’m excited that she’s sharing her finds with the rest of the world. Plus I just learned a whole lot about ingredients I’ve never even heard of. You can find her at


Saturday, February 9, 2013

Instagram update

1. Little dude Bruno had surgery today and woke up super alert and quite unhappy. Everything went well, we just have to be super vigilant in his healing process. He had a tumor removed from his tail. They are extremely common in hedgehogs and small rodents. Doc said he'll be okay and around for a while.
2. I cleared out a lot of things in "bruno's room"  in order to actually make it a guest bedroom instead of just a huge space to put things in and make excuses for. 

3. and lastly, I went crazy last week.
 I decided to move 400 bricks by myself that I found on craigslist. Actually I found 1200 bricks on craigslist and was told I was the one getting them and then on site found out that the guy had arranged for multiple people and it was a fight to the death to see who could stack the suckers the fastest. Did I mention they were free? . Actually I must add that I would never go pick up something from craigslist by myself without being super super cautious. I looked up the posting to make sure it wasn't a scam and looked up the company and arranged for who was going to be there. (just using common sense folks). 

I stacked them on top of the patio to see how many I had procured and to my dismay...not nearly as much as I'd hoped. We aren't going to keep the circle/wanabe firepit area. I was getting tired and we only had broken bricks left so I laid it there to see what it would look like. It's too close to the house for my comfort and right underneath the lights. We opted that we'd buy one of those portable fire pits for gatherings. 
We might not keep the bricks there at all if I can't arrange for round two, so for now they are just laying there all wobbly like and unsealed with sand til we figure out where to put the spoil. 

Until then, ego boost for the day filled. My tiny framed weakling self successfully hauled a truck load of bricks. I had to carry them in stacks of five because there wasn't a wheel barrow. 

Ink Pink

The bedroom. When we first settled down in here I remember thinking…hmm, never thought I’d see the day when we’d have a pink bedroom. I grew up in a pink bedroom with a unicorn wallpaper border…as girly as girly comes. However this pink is not girly, it’s inviting and cozy. I was taken aback since I’m like the queen of white. It’s warm like a sunset and the darker color I’m convinced helps me sleep. In my mind it’s our little lions den/bear cave.

I like this room because at sunset, the sunshine dips over the trees and floods the rooms. The Charleston shutters make interesting shadows and the spot on the rug heats up when they are open. My little imaginary cat sleeps there. It’s a great place to fold the laundry and look out the window…unless of course you get distracted and decide to take pictures of the room.

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the criminal comes to town


A few weeks back we went to Charleston for charley's work and so I could see the kids I used to nanny. On our way to dinner I got pulled, which took me surprise because I wasn’t speeding. Vwell… I’m dumb and never updated my address to our new place-ticket #1. My sticker was out of date-ticket #2. More dumb on my part. I hate being an adult. It led to to visit #2 to Charleston for the month of February…not exactly what I had planned.

Having never been to traffic court before, my general consensus is that they make it annoying so you will keep your things up to date next time. I handed over my updated info and all the fines/whatnot were dropped. I had a lot to do so I took a brief walk down king street afterwards before heading back.

It included:

getting a Starbucks coffee to make up for it being so early and the wait

buying some homemade paper and a newsprint pad from Artist and Craftsman

buying doughnuts from Glazed for Charley.


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Admiring the apple blossoms in Macintosh (which is owned by the same people who own Oak Table in Columbia).


Poking my head into Blue Bicycle only to see another fellow shop cat lover.


Walking into the Michael Mitchell gallery to check out some really fantastic art. I really loved M.vogl’s work because the color is so clean and lovely. Worth appreciating in person. This gallery and the Atelier gallery are probably my favorites in Charleston because they are so light and airy and non snooty.


Forgetting that college of Charleston classes let out on George street and it turns into an insane amount of people walking,running, skating, biking, golf carting with no order in any direction while cars honk and are stuck for 30+ minutes because they can’t move without running over someone.


Appreciating compliments meant for the masses.


Eating lunch at Five Loaves with Mr. I-grew-a-giant-beard-in-your-absence (our old roommate.)


AND finally making it back to my meter with just two minutes to spare.