Friday, October 10, 2008

Accidental art...

The history of one part of the wall and the present of another part of the wall, make nice in the paint tray.

These are AJ's favorite colors (in combination), so the accident makes me extra happy.

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Thursday, October 9, 2008

Morning fuel...

In our house growing up, my dad was synonimous with dunkin donuts. The coffee cup logo was part of his trademarked image. The biggest priviledge you could have was being asked to go on a donut run-- and if you were extra lucky, YOU got to participate in the curating of the box of a dozen.

Toasted coconut. That was my contribution. Always.

It was the coffee part I didn't get. He didn't even put sugar in it. (and in Miami, you get at least a dozen packets of sugar thrown in your bag even when you say "no sugar").

Well, I was up at 6:30 this morning. Every single part of me aches. I am on my way to home depot, praying there is a such thing as a padded handled roller.

And, yeah, I totally "get" coffee today.
(I also "got" a donut-- double chocolate, for my dad)

Xo, danamarie
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Hello from here...

Blisters & backaches & bruises, oh my!

Just checking in... I have class til late tonight, so the big reveal will have to wait. Its coming along though!

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Monday, October 6, 2008

today in the studio...


why not be a knitimal today, too?

Sunday, October 5, 2008

A good night's sleep...

You know how you can just be cruisin' along, feeling good, everything's making sense and then one morning you wake up to a big ol tangle-y ball of mess? Its nothing big; nothing painful or deadly, just way too much grown up junk for one day.
That's pretty much how I've woken up everyday this past week.
The mural wall is sucking up primer like crazy* the car has a rail road spike in the tire* 2 trips to the dealership* crappy health insurance* crappy management company suddenly dumping a "you need to sign a year lease" letter on us, even though we've been month-to-month for 8 years under the management of the actual building owner, meanwhile, said management company has been thoroughly useless in helping with Smokey McHacking-Cough (our few months new downstairs neighbor. Also known as the reason our house smells like a casino. Also known as the reason I can't breathe in my own apartment.). *oh yeah, and they're raising the rent too* I was "going" to write them a letter to point out how they were in breach of contract, second hand smoke laws, Dr's notes etc... They beat me to it with this; I complain and have to leave, it seems* so? Do we move? I don't really want to pack. Rent is cheap. Is it worth the annoyance of the smoke and letting them "win"? Can I get a day off to decide!?!*

Nope.
It doesn't work that way, right?
So, I'm putting on my beamiest, Henson-iest face, and taking this one problem at a time.

Starting with sleep.

Here's to a better week for all!
Xoxo, danamarie
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