Newest Hat Model
One-Eyed Oh!
The North Garden
By the way, I’m in Utah. Here is the beautiful North Garden. It’s on the, uh, north side of the house.
It’s been a relief to be here because my mom is a list maker, too. We make lists together and we both feel awesome about it. I can feel my brain getting straightened out with all our list-making. Like, every second. Here is a glimpse into just how much I love lists. And this is just one from one day. And it’s from the morning. You don’t even want to know what it looks like now. It’s bad enough that the one I’m showing you tells you what foods we are eating and when.
Hurry! Look at this Fig tree so you forget how odd I am.
And, last but not least, here are the old grapevines that we love and that still kick it pretty nice. My mom is mad at the new ones because they have seeds even though they aren’t supposed to. Stupid new grapevines.
The Grove
My Heart Just Went Bump
I See You
New Store
To keep away the crazy I’ve been busy crocheting many hats. You can see two of them on those casual male models just above. And painting. And sewing. I needed a place to put all this stuff, so now I have a store. You can order custom products or buy what’s shown. There will be some paintings showing up by mid-week. Along with more hats. Always more hats. I’m thinking about adding prints and patterns and whatever else I spend all day doing. And the T-shirts. I’m going to get them back up soon.
I also redid my website. I am trying for warm, inviting, creative and visually interesting. Getting all the little do-dads to show when I wanted them to kept me quite busy. There is still some work left to do, but I like it.
What’s next?
Heart Fig
In an oval.
Henna Tattoo
On my left forearm. My wrist is on the right of the image.
Shark
Shoes
I seem to frequently wear the wrong shoes. I’ve done it time and time again. You’d think I’d learn, but out of the 40 pairs I own, and of the four I can find, only 2 are comfortable enough to wear for any length of time without blistering and one of those is a pair of tennis shoes. So, why do I keep grabbing the wrong pair? Why??
A few weekends ago I went down to San Diego to see friends. I hugged my hellos to Margot and she exclaimed on how cute my shoes were. The cuteness factor is in direct proportion to how much they will hurt later. I guess the only thing to figure out is how long you have before your toes are curling and bloody. Someone should come up with a formula. Anyway, we were walking into the closest furniture store and I had just got done telling Margot about how amazing it was that my shoes didn’t hurt at all and how wonderful it was to wear shoes that didn’t hurt my feet that were ALSO CUTE and she said something about how that was so nice because she had a very similar pair to the ones currently on my feet that she could only wear for an hour or so with limited actual walking before they hurt her very much, and then it happened. It was like someone turned the switch to PAIN and my feet started hurting. Besides embarrassing, because of my most recent platitudes, it was painful and required an extra trip to her house so I could swap the cute shoes for my flip flops.
And this is just one incident of many. Too many to tell. But I’ll tell you one more. Over the weekend I wore my flip flops for an extended amount of time while we walked all downtown Santa Barbara, all the while pinching my big toe and the one next to it in a very particular fashion to keep my shoe on my foot as we walked. I didn’t notice until we were about a half mile away from home how much my ankle hurt. I started paying attention, as I walked, to the particular pinching of the toes thing and how it was hurting my ankle but even as I concentrated, I couldn’t stop. I just forged on and kept walking and wincing. The next morning, my right ankle was swollen and had a lovely shade of blue going on the outer side.
All day Saturday I reaped the fruits of my labor and wore a pair of tennis shoes that look like this. Good thing I didn’t waste time and money on a pedicure that no one would see. I wore them to the beach. No sand between my toes except the sand that made it inside my shoe, inside my sock and exfoliated the tender skin in between my toes as I walked home.
I seriously only wear four pairs of shoes. My tennis shoes, one nice pair of black pumps for skirts, my well-worn flip flops and the cute shoes that hate me. I used to wear an awesome pair of green and black checked Vans but I stepped in gum and couldn’t get it off the side so I don’t wear them anymore. But I haven’t thrown them away, either, even though I know I won’t wear them. I haven’t even been able to find the huge box of shoes that my daughter packed for me when I moved. It’s somewhere in the garage hiding under other items I don’t use. An entire box, 4-feet high, full of shoes I’m not wearing. I don’t even miss them because if I did have them out and in my closet, I’d just do what I used to do – try them on, decide they are cute, walk around the room a few times looking for my wallet and my necklace and then take them off before I even go downstairs because they already hurt, replacing them with my flip flops or my tennis shoes.
Someday, when I finally find that box and give those shoes to Goodwill, I’m going to make a person with size 10 in women’s shoes very happy. But their toes will hurt and they will have blisters.
My Favorite Bowl
Speaking of favorite things, this is my favorite bowl:
It’s one of the cheapest bowls ever purchased at Tarzhay and we own exactly one. So, don’t use it because it’s mine. My lens had a hard time seeing it alone but did better with getting the color right when there was something else to balance it. Here is my favorite bowl with a lemon:
And here it is with a tangelo:
But this one with the blueberries is the truest turquoise color to what my eye sees:
