1.2.12

fluffy february: day 1 : a toast


For no good reason I had a bit of a rotten day. Not that there was anything about it in particular that made it 'bad', it just started on a funny note. First, I fell asleep on the couch -after getting ready for work- dreamed I was on my way to work, woke up to wonder why I wasn't at work, wondered how I was going to get to work after pacing in one place for a solid five minutes because I didn't want to make the trek all over again as I had just done so in my dream; realized I had to get it done no matter how long I paced, left for work, got distracted and somehow went to Starbucks (I don't even care about Starbucks) purchased the exact brand of tea I have stashed away at my desk at work... and.. yeah.. it carried on from there. I'm okay, really.

Because I want to do something fun, and it is the first day of February -and February is both the shortest and the fluffiest month of them all- I thought I'd do up a "love each day" for the month, by finding something I love ... you get it, right?... write about it, draw it or share it in any way I want. Too mushy? I think it sounds fun. I can't wait to write a sonnet about sandwiches!

Anyway, it's day 1 of Fluffy February. We'll start it off with something non-fluffy, but oh so wonderful for its delicious simplicity...

Toast.
Glorious, crunchy,
any time of day, I can eat you
and * your * crumbs **
toast.
I love you.

16.1.12

chilly dog


Sucks to have to sit and look cute, when it's too cold to go outside and play.

15.1.12

dreaming


Someone invented the breakfast machine. Um... want.

14.1.12

paints


Wine and painting on a Saturday night; probably the best combination ever. I made a little something to hang on my walls for the moment. I may have hung it before it dried.

I never said I was patient.

7.1.12

dress me



If I worked in a Mad Men office or in a 1950s kitchen, I would wear this dress every day.