in new orleans:

it's sunny while it rains.
and even though it's friday and there are parades tonight, and all weekend, i'm not minding the rain so much cause it's still sunny and it brings our peppers back.

this weekend

i've been sickasadog this week and as such have done none of the bamillion things i wanted to do:

like finish the durn dress for my friends wedding (tho i did actually finish the pattern...)

or put up the crown molding in the library/sewing room/office/dining room (our house is small kay?)
or write the letter to my friend jessica i've been meaning to write
or install the glow plugs and headlights in my beautiful but temperamental car
or purchase the shuttlecock for my bargain badminton rackets (25 cents heckyeah!)

so i'm stayin in tonight for soup so i'm perky enough tomorrow to tackle my list...

bit about the NO, bit about the house, much in the head

ick. winter keeps me from blogging. it's a terrible excuse but let's just forget about it because it's warm again! (ok. to back track for a sec, and redeem myself slightly, it was mainly sucky being cold because my car chose that particular week and a half stretch to die (glow plugs apparently are very important little tidbits in a vehicle (well my vehicle anyway (and do you see what an absurd mess i've made with this parenthesis situation!?))))

so-- it was warm again today and i smelled the sweet olive tree when i woke up this morning; on the ride through the quarter i thought i detected a whiff of bougainvillea too...

it almost made me forget what a ridiculous ikea-induced mess i have happening all over my upstairs (in my house, not my head tho it's not too organized up theres either) and how i have one million things to do not the least of which is make myself a fancy party dress for my friends wedding. when all i want to make are jumpsuits! soft grey ones, some with ruffly halters, others with crew neck tee-tops...

anyway so check out this funny lil mirrored house:

the good part about drinking

I was talking to a friend last night while were sitting sipping infused vodka (yum=Lime+Mint, also yum=Kumquat) at this new restaurant, and she always has plenty to say, most of it insightful, much of it silly. it's a big part of why we're friends. the silly bit especially.

but i wander.

anyway. we figured out that we are of two different temperaments which pretty much changes how we handle everything. and how happy we are while were handling it. i am what you would call "angsty" and she is "chill". i torture myself with what i should be doing artistically, professionally, family-wise, whathave you; she just lives her life and moves forward. this is my version.

her version is that i'm always doing, and she is complacent. see? i told you we see things differently.

but my point is this: we both eventually get to the same place, we both meet our little goals (not the big ones yet, although of course she doesn't stress about this) so i am going to try really hard to be more "chill" about my progression and percieved sucesses and failures.

i am going to try really hard not to torture myself anymore.

today we went for a ride... and it turned into night

I sure am glad

i don't have a job related commute. it makes a huge difference to when i did. instead of ending my work day irritated and disappointed in my fellow man, i just go on home and greet my family sans left-over road rage. it's pretty sweet.

today i had to cross the river tho to big-box shop before the first-in-long-while pilates class. it had been so long in fact that i lost track of my pants.

so i had to deal with some traffic. but i do like the view of the city as you come back o'er the bridge.

just some

bob french

i really love his voice and how he's not afraid to just say anything. on the radio. i mean, none filter. i guess you get to a point right?

speaking of the point: i meant to share yesterday today. it was all about speedy dogs and cryptic chinese messages. and ground arrows. i have a weakness for graffiti and things painted on concrete surfaces in general.

process: the beginning bit

pictures, top to bottom: the snail and the cyclops (awesome blog!), the rest from flickr a long time ago but i will be very much better at keeping track of photo credits from henceforth (i should know better!!)

...it's always the hard part, before you've drawn the outline. it's also the most vulnerable, with all your senses exposed to grab onto the smallest inspiration- the color of her feathered hat, opening day at the racetrack; the curls on the little boy at the uptown wholefoods; the last movie you saw at zeitgeist, the prospect 1 exhibit in the 9th ward...

so it's all in there, milling about like thanksgiving day dogs until you decide you're ready.

light: afternoon