MotherMade

Lookin' for something...

Hello Beauties,

I am looking for an agent... Or a rep... Or a left brain... Or something!

I know it might take a little more then a quick blog snippet  to find you, but you are out there, I know you are... and this little listing is just to get the ball rolling.

I am on the verge here, of a shift, I can feel it... And it involves someone else helping me. Someone who is good at what I am not so good at. Someone techy. Someone organized. Someone who can unapologeticly sing their enthusiasm about my artwork! Someone to do the work that they love to do... but I hate! I am lookin' for a kickstand people, someone to hold me up and give me a rest, to ground me and stop my wheels from spinning.

Is it you?
Do you know someone?
Any ideas?

Hello?!?

I can't believe I have not yet announced my NEW WEBSITE on here yet!
Geez... I knew I let this blog thing get old and crusty but I was not aware of the degree of neglect at which I was truly operating! This is redick'! Anyway with much doddling I am SO EXCITED... Really I am... SO EXCITED, to tell everyone about my new weby spot!... www.RobinCarlisle.com! It is up and running and waiting for you to come feast your little eyeies and bring on the feedback!  I think it is super doop and I just can't wait for you three people, (Mom, Sally, Ronny) to make it viral. You will send a link to every single person you know won't you? I sure hope so I am counting on you, to really get it out there. lets get those linkies a-movin'.
 

Monochrome Gallery!

Hi everyone. It's been ages I know, but what can I say, I am a busy lady and the blog up date is not exactly my strong suit.

But I have some exciting news for you.  And an invitation to a party!

My art is going to be at the Monochrome Gallery for the month of June.
Also showing there this Month is Jeremy Okai Davis
(his work is awesome too!)

We would be delighted for you to come to the First Friday opening reception.

1625 SE Woodward (two blocks south of Clinton st.)

This Friday, June 5th

6-10pm

Hope to see you there!

Muwa,

Robin

This is CRAZY!

It is GONE! My mothermade.org website has vanished into nothingness! Talk about depressing, Zoloft stole my domain name (that is one way to get my business) Really. They did. They had it back ordered and stole it right out from under me the minute it expired.

MotherMade.org is gone... Done for good!

This is so weird and sad and pitty in my stomach--but I also kinda think it is weirdly perfect at the same time.

So here is the story.

Just yesterday I registered the domain name RobinCarlisle.com because I was going to have a weby all to myself for my art, to be a bit more profesh all on my own... And that was it, that is all I did. I was on there... Do-did-de-do... Everything seemed FINE my mothermade HOSTING didn't expire until June so I thought we were good to go until then and I still had a bit of time before I had to renew it. Unannounced to me, the domain name it's self had just expired I mean JUST  EXPIRED! Like I was on the MM site just minutes before hand and all was well! Because it had just expired there was no alert or any indication that I no longer had possession of said domain name. I thought because I had the hosting for it, I must also have the address it's self.

WRONG! (if you go there, to MotherMade.org) you will see this was not the case.

I had no intention of getting rid of MotherMade, I had planned on doing both  the MM and RC websites.

I was a little bit dreading that, another spoon another pot feeling, but there was NO WAY I could just start RobinCarlisle.com and terminate MotherMade.  To be  honest, I was not fully invested in MM, but I did still love it and thought I could hack running both sites. Mainly I just didn't have the heart to walk away from MotherMade. It would have been like putting down an old horse.

But clearly my true intentions were made very clear! The day I ordered up my own website... Mothermade expired out from under me!  I actually think it is truly amazing! Because it is what I knew I wanted. But couldn't quite do yet... And I didn't have to. The universe (and Zoloft) did it for me!

With a little help from Zoloft I know I am going to be much happier!   

Ree is really walking now! For real.

My F-ing gawd it is about time!

Ok, I was getting seriously freaked out about the mystery sprain of 09... I swear I was on the verge of coming to terms with this possibly permanent situation... Of my two year old NOT EVER WALKING AGAIN (extreme yes, but still one possibility). So there was that heavy duty-ness, but also, Ree and I were getting pretty sick and tired of one an others bad attitudes.

 It literally lasted 6 weeks (which is a whopping long time) but it FELT LIKE 6 MONTHS! I have, probably like, 12 or 7 more gray hairs. My crows feet are deepening, my laugh lines are diminishing, I have gained at least five pounds of muscle (from all of the caring of the 40lb temper tantrum) But have also matched that amount in lbs of fat from all of the stuffing of my face (my version of the 40 lb tantrum). I have a saggy hip a, hunched back and all the soles on all my left  shoes are worn through to reveal my ever so fashionable men's athletic socks. It has been a rough  run, this past month and a half. But I feel like we are nearing a clearing (sorry for the unnecessary rhyming right there). I feel like we just may be out of the woods.

Reese and I had an amazing day yesterday! We spent all afternoon in the Rhododendron Garden feeding the ducks and squrls, throwing rocks into the water and hanging out in his" fravrit" tree in the sun (60^o in Portland in February!)
It started out as a lot of hand held hobbling, limping and toe scraping. Then about and hour into it, I noticed he finally, for the first time in a month and a half, put his heel to the ground while we were walking. I observed this new use of the heel for about 10 minutes, before I dared mention it to him, but when I thought he was clearly and comfortably using it, I asked him if he felt anything different? I asked him what he was doing? What was happenin' down there? He was so surprised to notice that he was walking! He was really walking??!!! We both we so thrilled by the return of this old friend... We, the three of us, Reese, Walking and myself all had a slow celebratory reunion, where he walked on his own for the duration of the afternoon, which lasted about another two and a half hours and took us to every inch of those gardens! Lots of peace, gratitude, release and resolution feelings were made in that garden yesterday.

It felt like old times.
Thank you Reese.
Thank you leg.

The update...

like the weekend up date... But way better 'cause Seth Myers is a weenie.. Also it isn't really the weekend anyway so forget I even mentioned that... Although it is good opportunity to tell the world one of my secret dream secrets, I really wanna be on stage at the END of SNL to hug everyone (although I have a feeling Seth might not want to hug me, after the weenie remark)... I always wait for that part even if I am super sleepy (yeah, like I get sleepy at that time of night, I am usually just getting started) You like how this is starting out? All crazy wander, off track in the first run on (sentience that is). Classic RC!

Maybe if I stat a new paragraph I will stay on track... So yes, I really wanna give the on stage hugs at the end of Saturday Night Live. That is my favorite part, a bunch of funny people hugging each other I really can't think of anything better, actually I can (not gonna say what 'cause I am stayin' on track) but it is close, it is right up there!

I know you can be up there during hugging and not have preformed, I know that for a fact!  Last week, I saw Drew Barrymore up there hugging... She wasn't even on the show, so I know it is possible.

Now with the "update":

Reese is walking... kinda. Hobbling at best... if that. Ok so he IS mostly still crawling but we saw him walk it is rare like a big foot sighting, but it happens... Or so we think.

Really it did happen this weekend for a good 40min, we walked together, it was awesome!
Billy has a wild male Peacock that lives on the property where he has his wood shop, it is also a big nursery in a really wooded area... Anyway Reese and I were visiting daddy and work and we were determined to FIND THAT PEACOCK! We walked around the property for about 40 mins and then we finally found him in one of the green houses, just basking in the sun on one of the seedling tables. It was a good start for the walking, but it didn't last very long.  He has since become a bit resistant, as it is a lot of effort for him to walk compared to his recently honed crawling skills. so we just keep picking him up when we can and encouraging the walking... Maybe we need to go hang out in some gravel? So that is the walking update.

Art is going good--working on a lot of new stuff. Just posted some in my etsy shop if you wanna go see some newbies? I have a piece in The LOVE show (4th annual) there are about 200 other Portland artist in this show and some of this stuff is really amazing! The opening is this Friday at Olympic Mills at 7pm-12am come early with the kids or come late with the animals... Party animals that is (I am a dork)!

I feel like I had more to say but my thoughts are failing me. Sorry more interesting stuff next time. I promise, next time I will come to class prepared... No... I won't.

Flying Cat Coffee Co...

So I have been working with an awesome gal, Susan, on the creative development of her new and fabulous coffee shop to be... Flying Cat Coffee Company! It is in SouthEast Portland on 30th and Division, it is not quite open yet but soon people, very soon! I am not exact on the grand opening date yet (who ever nails a grand opening date anyhow?) I will let you all know when I have all of that top secret info.

I just want to say that this was so fun to work on, It made me feel like I was the town painter in old France somewhere... I don't know why, but it did... And I loved it... Maybe, now that I think of it, it was because everything was hand cut and painted and no graphic design stuff was donr at all... It was all done the good ol fashion way--by a painter! I absolutely loved the process... And if I don't say so myself... The out come is even more fantastic then I even imagined!

Here is another pic of the sign in progress at my studio... Now that it is hanging up on the front of the building I can let the cat out of the bag!

I also did some A-boards and the front of the building as well... I will post more pics of the completed work once I take some more pictures.

Show alert!

Show up at Blooming Moon Spa (NW 23rd and Lovejoy) for the entire month of January
(which is not much longer now... but you still have a couple of days left)
Go look at pretty pictures while getting your mustache waxed off!

 

Last time you got the sitch... So here is the scoop.

Here's the scoop...

Reese is still not walking :( :( :(

But I am hopeful that he will... again... someday... walk.
I have had my bouts with paranoia, that he will be 15 and have to crawl home from school because the bus couldn't see him and passed him up... Again... because he was on his hands and knees. Or he will end up one of those four legged walking people... Like that family that just can't walk upright... I bet we could get on Opera though, if Reese never stops crawling... We just might have a shot at T.V.!... It is far fetched... Oooo we could play fetch?!... We could start putting him out to go to the bathroom? We will never have to potty train... Ok enough... He is our son and just because he is temporarily acting like a puppy doesn't mean he is one.

Really though it is so sad, I hate to see him frustrated and struggling.  But I do think it is just one of those surprise pop up things that happen when you are a parent... One of the challenges that come with the territory, but you don't really expect.  It is a really hard part of the job... When something  happens to your kid.  And you just have to learn as you go. Not always easy, these little lessons, and I don't believe I will ever know everything, but I do hope I get better at knowing what to do or how to react or to accept the situation... All these things that seasoned moms seem so good at, I hope I get there someday.

I think with this situation, this particular time, at this point I am at that sort of acceptance spot, where I just know it is all going to work out. We have seen the doctors enough times and had enough x-rays and talked to the right moms who have been trough similar situations (thanks Amy) that I am just going to relax and let his achy parts heal and give him lots of kisses in the meantime and be grateful that it is not worse.

And once again accept the fact that my whole life from here on out is mainly about him and everything else is next in line. So, I just need to get over the Me-me stuff and just let him drive me crazy for the next few weeks... I am just glad he is here to do it.

Here's the sitch...

Or shall I say bitch...

Doesn't that sound like this is going to be positive? Well, perhaps maybe a little. Maybe this blog post will lead me to light at the end of this tunnel... Or more like subway... Which would probably make any light, a train coming at me...

Not good.

Reese, as I only briefly mentioned before sprained his freshy little ankle, every time I say that my heart let's out a little sigh... The cause make me sad, so sad for him but the out come, or our sitch as I am calling it... Feels devastating... Maybe a step up form that, EXHAUSTING how about? 

So this is the sitch...

Reese has a sprain--yes it is sad we all know that...

But he has not walked in eight day, people! That means I have to carry him EVERYWHERE!
He was a big baby when he was a big baby... And now that I have to lug his , stubborn, board, grumpy, flaily little kid body around it is kinda like having a giant baby that is acting like a giant baby!

Sorry! But I just have to say it...  My hurt kid is driving me up the wall!
Whining, whining, whining!... Just as I am doing now, but constantly!
Oh... And talking mean to me... Saying things like, "You, No want you!" and "Go away, Mom!" ...Oh, believe me kid I wish I could! Actually, I think we are driving each other up walls!

So co-op was closed pretty much all of December doe to snow and holidays... There was much cabin fever to be had there... You have know idea what a fresh breath it was going to be to return to co-op... For what I thought was going to be a norma,l back on track, schedule... And then just as I was taking in that giant inhalation of fresh Co-op air... I got punched in the stomach... We have now been out of Co-op for a solid week and counting... And to top it off... It is bright and fucking sunny outside... In Portland... In mid January... For the past week... For the past 8 days to be exact... Did I mention someone hasn't been able to walk for the PAST 8 DAYS? Well, you have no idea how priceless a dry ground in January, in Portland is... It is like Visa Priceless! And we are stuck on our knees!

Whine... Whine... Whine... Cheese! (it's our version of duck, duck, goose)

I joined the gym... I know! Who does that this time of year? No one...

But, me, I did.
Partially, so that I could drop Reese in child care and run away... Well go run in place. But still I would get a bit of a break and get skinny at the same time, sounds like magic, huh?... Well not quite, because you can't really drop off a gimpy kid at child care. So, now I have been going at night when I should be working at my job... Not working on my skinny.

Ahhhh..........
I love this place... Wherever it is!
I feel much better now.
Maybe I even have a few minutes to clean up a bit before my sweet little "hold me" monster wakes up.

Oh, he did say, because it has been so windy outside, "it too rough on my baby skin"... Which made up for about 3% of the whining... So the cute factor is still in effect!

Thanks for reading.

So, yeah...

I am feeling a little better this morning, about my whole existential blogging crisis... Yep, "girl time" came and well, the fog has lifted a bit!... I am shocked and amazed and baffled and bewildered every time it happens! Every single time! What is that? How is that? It happens every month, and in between I seem to forget about it completely? I am TOTALLY SURPRISED each and every time it comes. This is astounding to me, that it could go like this every time! I crack up and up and up about it! So bazaar, don't you think? Like with my period comes just a touch of amnesia so that I forget it, yes, I am going to say it again, EVERY TIME... Or rather the part that I forget is the dun-nunt, dun-nunt... dun-dun-nah-nun-nunt... That it will come again, yes it will be back, so remember the symptoms!!!!  Like you will act crazy, you will say mean things to your husband and you will think that he, Billy Kahn--BILLY KAHN is mean! Now just stop right there and think about how funny that sounds...
Now catch your breath and change your pants if you peed (I do though, hope for your sake Reese is the only one who still pees his pants), Because yes, that is a hilarious notion, but it is also insane and you need to snap out it, not now but when it happens... I don't know if that is an option but it sure would be nice if it were. 

Now for some Public Period Apologies:
(like an Oscar acceptance speech but a little bit more glamorous)

I would like to say sorry firstly, to my husband for being insane this week! Which included, but is not limited to breaking your calculator (apparently I just tore the massive thing in two... pieces? Don't really remember it--math is not my forte).

To Reese for being extra irritable... I am thinking it is a good thing though, that I don't have any specifics to mention... Yep, can't think of any... So I would say we are good dude! Yeah, just sorry for an extra grumpy edge I guess, maybe you haven't noticed, because you have your own things going on what with your foot and stuff, but if you have, I am sorry.

Let's see here... Umm, Umm, I would like to say sorry to the Internet about my bad attitude towards you lately. In general I think you are amazing... A little out there  and crazy to comprehend but for the most part amazing.

Um, to my blog reader for all the negative blogginess in the previous post, Sheesh, figure it out already lady (me, not you). Um, yeah I just... Oh yeah to my car for calling you a piece of... shit... You are not shit you are good and nice and friendly and I like you a lot... Also I think you are cute... So--Opp they are telling me to wrap it up... the music... Ummmm, just sorry to every random person that maybe I looked at funny and really I am not mean, Thank you good night

Well, here I go again...

Searching the friggin' web for answers only to get tangled up in more mystery.  Bouncing around this joint like a... Well, how 'bout, like a two year old kid without a sprained (or possibly fractured) ankle. Random reference? Not too much, because I am talking about Reese. He busted his foot-ish ankle area on Sunday and hasn't stood on it since! It is so SUPER SAD and frustrating (for him--more so then for me--but yes, for me too).  We find out tomorrow the prognosis. I will let you know, mom, what the verdict is.

So, like I was saying, I was walkin' the web looking for the answers... You know? On how to be rich and famous, things like that. All I found were endless dark allies full of boring or overly inspirational blogs. Which in this case, for my purposes, the ones meant to inspire, became depressing. And the Boring ones well, there were JUST SO MANY of those.  Because I was looking for clues on what to do with my own silly blog (not knowing why I still have one) I was lost. Oh jimmany this is not what I was looking for at all.  I don't know what exactly I was looking for, all I know is that this was not it. I kinda knew this place was filled with them but the bombardment was excruciating!

Still looking for my blogging voice... Why do I even want one? Not quite sure. But I keep doing this for some reason. This is about as far as I have gotten with this dilemma... And I pretty much express it about every tenth time that I feel it.  Statistically speaking that would make this a blogging about not knowing why I blog blog! Yep, that sounds about right.  I guess in a way that may be inspiring to some... You can just pop by here if you are ever feeling scattered or indecisive and by comparison you will seem quite balanced. You will leave feeling refreshed and energized you will know exactly where you put those keys and all stars will be shinning down on you.

I guess Honesty- embarrassing honesty is what my shaky sarcastic voice sounds like. I really want to have something for someone... Most of all me I want to have an ounce of knowing-that I am doing something with some sort of purpose. But I have not found that here yet. I don't really know what I have created in this space... Perhaps a lovely scattered mess?  That seems to be what comes most naturally everywhere else I go. I don't know why here would be any different. I think that the having to do this stuff consistently is the part that gets me all tizzied up... I feel frantic and pressured like I had better have something good... But I fill in the "I got nothing" spots with fake forced filler like... here ya go!... This is what I have been thinking about lately BS or  "10 pretty things" which is really kinda boring... But I am not always gonna have meat people... or veggies or even a snack... Ok, enough with the food analogies I don't know how to make food sound bad--I love it too much!  Basically what I am saying is I sometimes have blogs that I think are worthy of writing but mostly I don't...

I am not one of those moms bloggers who adopts special needs orphans, and hand stitches them tiny little prom dresses out of recycled organic cotton. I don't  whip Sunday homeless pancake brunch to feed our cities hungry. I am not that mom who makes a new batch of play dough everyday, who go's to farmers market to sell my garden's bounty. I don't home school and hi-bryd ride share, or  wake up at dawn and collect eggs and proceed to bake them into a variety of hearty carbs. I don't  have any how-to-crafty advise or knitting patterns to share... I don't homebake hand pies or poop out Waldorf schools.

I am just not a perfect mom!  And here is the clencher.... Are you ready?... If I were one of those Waldorf school poopers I certainly would not have time to blog about it!

So this is what I got for you today, another ambivalent blog about ambivalent bloging.

xx-goodnight

4 more because I said I would...

six.) Sweet Succulents!  Because I grew up in a little beach town in California where every porch was sprinkled with sand, had at least one Boggie board, several small pilings of shells, beach glass and gray tangled driftwood... And little terracotta pot gardens filled with these icy blue-gray-green beauties... By far my favorite plants (maybe it is because they are so hard to kill).

seven.) Dapples of sun and a sleeping baby. Doesn't get much prettier than that.

eight.) The time of year when things grow...

Not me, I can't make that happen. No, this was Reese's little sprout.

 

nine.) Nature's Christmas cooler

ten.) Dang I feel like I should have a finally here... That is so much pressure, I think I might choke under  such extreme pressure... I can't do it!

Here is a warning:  There will be no finally! No, this last one is going to be average... Like I said before there is no particular order therefor there can be no grand finally... So, ten is birds on wires... Because if you are familiar with my art you know I love these.

TEN PRETTY THINGS!

To push that last post far and away, down to the depths where it belongs.
This post is ten things I love instead of that one horrifying "beauty mark turned Ugly spider, apparently over night...I don't know why I even did it, post such an atrocity...

 Actually I do to make you laugh ( hope it worked-I threw out every last shred of femininity to bring you that chuckle). Also I am the queen of revieling my own dirty secrets. I can hardly contain myself... It is like the terrets of embarressing details... Anyway here I go again bringing up the past... And yet again sheding a light on a place that should waxed away and forgotten.

So now on to this, How about ten pretty images and we'll just froget the whole thing ever happened.

One.) Here is to making & manifesting those New Year's wishes.
                                                                     That one's coming true   ^

Two.) So maybe these guys are more cute then pretty... But damn are these mini Donkums CUTE!

Three.) my BEAUTIFUL husband... probably should have put him before the donkey--well i have just established that these are in no particular order.

four.) The classic "where's that baby?" game.
 
five.) This was when we still had no idea that it was gonna snow for two weeks...

six.)... I'll have to put four more up late... That little Tomkin is stirring.

OMG!!!! HOW DID I LET THIS HAPPEN???

OMG, OMG, OMG! How in the world did I let this happen?

What? Do I not own a mirror?

I can't believe I let myself slip so far away.

GONE!... Is any sense of caring, self preservation or dignity... I thought it was bad when I stopped shaving my legs and called it "winter legs" (but in reality, they are year round-unless I need to wear a bathing suit-legs). I thought it was bad when I went on an every three week arm pit shaving cycle... And it got really bad when I was failing to maintain two separate (but equal) eyebrows.

I knew it was bad--but not this bad.

All the extras that some (civilized) women call mandatory, well I have been calling them optional and let me just tell you, the hippie wave has hit me hard... TOO HARD!

Sure I'm lacking maitnance because, at this point, self-maintenance is very low on the priority scale. For example, my showers last about 3 minutes now and they are strictly business... Sadly,  I can't say I am trying to make any sort of feminist statement or ANY statement for that matter, not deliberately anyway... But I am sure people are hearing it loud and clear... This thing, I am not trying to say, but am screaming at the top of my lungs and from the side of my face!

This statement says... "That lady doesn't give a FUCK! "
Really-truly that's what it says... It's not me... I don't talk like that... It's ma face!

And where am I going with all of this? Well, I will tell you... AND... I will show you!!!

I hope you are not eating while you are reading this.

I HAVE A FREAKIN' SPIDER ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE!

Can you even believe it?

If you know me... And didn't tell me (which is everyone)... We are not friends--anymore!

What happened??? How did I not see it!?

It was right there, not in front of... But ON my face.

It did not crawl on there over night... And just decide to post up. No it has been in the works, people... And no one told me! Fuck all of you-- And my husband who thinks all of my uglies are pretties, I can't believe you hadn't complimented me on this by now... How did YOU not  see it? This falls right under the compliments I'd rather not receive category... You are the best at that- WHAT HAPPENED?

I am a total tarantula face... Disaster!

You know what I would have done? I would have asked you about it, that's what.

I would have said, " Um... Do you know about that? Are you AWARE?... Of what is going on over there???... On the left side?  The mole? The a hairs, and such? You got that?"

WWRD... That's what I would have done! Like a GOOD FRIEND I would have gone there with you.

I don't know if I will ever be able to show my spider face in public again!

I am all tanggled up in this web...

This Blog/internet/marketing/sit and spin has really got all turned about... I have, I think 11, new painting to put in my etsy shop! I have a full MotherMade email account, that keeps bouncing away mail, I have been neglecting dealing with it for weeks now (sorry?).  I Seriously NEED to up date the MotherMade site... I have paintings up there that have been sold for months now... And I still have old Gallery prices posted... DON"T BUY FROM THERE PEOPLE... Go to my Etsy shop... Way better, Way easier, Way cheeper!!!

I have two million emails to respond to... Well 7 to be exact. I have a couple commissions I need to finish... By finish I mean start.  I have Packages to send and my Christmas cards are swiftly becoming Valintines! A tree that is no longer smelling so piney fresh-- That needs to come down yesterday. Not to mention this house is a disaster! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH... And all Reese really needs is to go run around outside... And I need to be the one to run him... Priorities, you see.

So now I am off to muffle out the million pressing task vioces in my head with the sound of kid laughter and sometimes whining... Though the whining doen't make as good of a muffle.

By the way Happy holidays everyone! I baked you a cake last year.

Treasures and Treats!

I wanted to let people know that they can buy my Art at Noun: a person's place for things, It's a super cute Portland store... I know that Portland has an abundance of these... But this one is super special... Umm... Or shall I say Yummm...  Because they have a mini cupcake shop in the back, Saint Cupcake, that sells mini cupcakes and regular sized cupcakes too, but we have a cute theme to maintain here... You know, 'cause regular sized cup cakes aren't cute?

Speaking of sweetness... I got a sweet little write up over at Anything Indie! Go check it out if you want to add a minute on to your procrastination tally.

Art give-away!

You can get a free 8"x8" print of my work... Any one you want, if you go and enter to win the give-away... At Susan's Blog, Beatles and Pins.  You can get all the deets over there.

  

I WANT THIS!!!

Like the narcissist I am, I was googling myself and the first thing that came up was this... How did "they" (the google boys) know this WAS totally me!!!!

But really in an attempt to do some marketing research I was "googling" myself drenchedinwhite to be specific (that is my the name of my Etsy store) I wanted to see how far out my little dew bead had slid on this here spidy web.

LIKE I WAS SAYING... I WANT THIS!!!!! (I almost choked when I saw it)

Yep, it is in Manhattan... Yep it is my Dream Studio... In Manhattan!

It was a craiglist add you can see the whole add if you want to, hell, you might even want to get it... If you do... Promise me to invite me over for tea and deing of jealousy...

Still working this out...

This whole blog thing. Trying to figure out if it is a waste of time... And of who's? Yours or mine? I think my intentions for this thing here are a little fuzzy. I don't know if I want it to be a place to tell stories (I am not a writer) vent (I am not a fighter), exaggerate (do love to do that) and to air out dirty... Well diapers--mostly at this point. Or if I want it to be a neutral zone... A boring marketing tool for shameless self promotion (which I am no good at, at all).  Well, I guess it is not the latter, otherwise I would have had a more favorable description.

I guess then this messy little mish-mesh of a blog is a fare representation of what is going on in my world...  The Moming and the Mahem and the Making and Marketing... And all of the sweet little tangles in between.

My life is just full of... M.M.M.M... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Mmmm Mmmm GOOD!  Like Campbel's soup (that was cheesy... Or soupy)... I just can't stop... Someone please stop me.

Well there you go then, I figured it out... This blog is a platform for me to showcase the endless dorkieness that just seems to naturally oozes out of me.

And then there are those times when it seem as though nothing is happening here at all... I asure you I am still being dorky... And usually when it seems that nothing is happening here, it is because EVERYTHING is happening over here... And the blog is on the blog burner (that's the back burner- for those of you who aren't fluant in "Dork")

Sometimes this blog feels like homework... That the dog ate! Sorry teach'.
Here is a picture of a really old painting I did (2003)... I don't have a picture of a dog eating my homework... Because, let's face, it it never happened.