Painting Frenzy

I have been painting like mad folks. A dear friend has asked me to supply some paintings for her store, so I have been working on a series of paintings. They are my circular flowers, all in different shaped vases, and the backgrounds of the paintings are painted in complimentary shades. The size on the series I'm doing right now is 5x7, but I also have some 5x5 canvases that I will work on this weekend. The square canvases will be of the flower heads by themselves.




I really love painting these flowers. I love the action of applying the paint to the canvas, and seeing the way the colors dance in the circular shapes of the flower petals. I can't seem to tear myself away from making the petals in circles. I have tried other shapes, but I get mad at them. There's something about the circle that just makes me happy. There's nothing wrong with painting happy my friends.



They will look somewhat similar in theme to the below painting, which I love, and am happy to report that the friend I gave it to loves it as well.


So this is my reason for lack of posting. It seems when my brain is focused on one creative endeavor, that is all I can do. I am totally excited about my paintings being sold, and people in different places enjoying them. This is a great time for me.

Catch up time

Bad bad me. I have neglected my blog and my two whole fans (sorry y'all). Last week was pure madness. Dearest Father was in the hospital. He had a planned surgery, but you can never plan on the emotions and stress that accompany having a loved one in the hospital. He is now at home and recovering. God is good!

On top of this, Thanksgiving was last week (duh). We had a smaller crowd this year, and we were extremely bored of turkey, so I made prime rib with horseradish sauce. I know all of you that are enjoying your eighth turkey sandwich are mad jealous, and you should be, because it was just that dang good. The leftovers are buh bye, and tonight we will have a lovely fish dinner. I am so over meat right now.

On the creative front, I have two paintings to share with you. They are both gallery wrapped canvases, and I painted the sides of the painting as well, so they look mad cool. The floral work has red painted on the sides, and the apple painting is a continuation of what is on the face of the canvas. The floral was given to a dear friend for her birthday, and I think I shall keep the apple one. I just love how happy it is.










And that is me in a nutshell. Hope y'all had a lovely Thanksgiving

I Don't Dig the Pointed Stick

I hate needles y'all. Now I know that no one is going to say "OMG I love needles, just like I love rainbows and fluffy bunnies." But seriously anyone that loves needles is probably a masochistic freak.

But yeah I hate needles. I remember as a child, in the doctor's office, two of my doctors nurses would have to pin me down, using their full bodies, to keep me on the table. Then they gave me a cool bandaid, and sometimes even a lollypop. Damn right you'd better give me a lolly and a cool bandaid you purveyors of pain.

So today me extremely super awesome firm had a nurse come in to dispense flu shots - free of charge. I told the nurse, before she gave me the shot, that I would require a cool bandaid (I have lollypops in my desk - so I am cool in that department). She did not have the cool bandaids. I told her that I required her to draw a smiley face on the boring bandaid. She did so, and then pulled out a smiley face sticker from her box of supplies. The shot did not hurt. The nurse brought her "A" game today, and I thanked her for the non-hurtyness.

You'd better believe I am wearing this sticker all day and night.

Sequins, feathers and drag queens oh my!

Coco attended Artrageous this weekend with a group of faboo friends, and we had tons of fun. The theme this year, which is the 20th anniversary of the event, was "Oz" and hoo boy did some folks have fun with that! For example:

1. Did you know that Glinda the Good Witch is actually a 6'5" man with a huge pink dress, silver crown and a blond wig? No lie.
2. The flying monkeys live on, but now they dress much better.
3. Ruby red slippers are now made by Louboutin.
4. The Dorothy look knows no gender. One guy even made a pair of kicky overalls out of the blue and white gingham.

I believe our merry group went to six galleries in total before the after party. I say "believe" because at every stop there was drink, and food and more drink. Many people chartered limos or party buses for the evening (we had a bus that later turned into a stretch Hummer) and that was rather genius, because I was happy happy joy joy in no time from the spirits. Drinking and driving is for stupid people with a death wish y'all.

The after party was at City Hall, and I danced, danced, danced. I must say though, I have never heard as much Whitney Houston, Cher, and Madonna together in my live-long life. I also found it rather hilarious that there was a line for the men's room all night. NOW THEY KNOW HOW THE GIRLS FEEL!

We got home around 1:00 in the morning. Folks - I haven't seen 1:00 in the morning in a long time, and hoo boy Sunday morning was quite a treat. I was sore and had a mighty headache. We managed to get ourselves to church, but the rest of the day consisted of me on the couch with a cuppa tea. I did manage to cook a lovely roasted chicken dinner (best kitchen perfume ever) that evening, and am happy to report that my brain feels much improved today.

The Wizard of Oz was on the TV last night. How funny is that for timing!

No Soup for You.....Yet

Ever since Dear Husband and I had the head cold sickness, I have been thinking about the perfect soup.

Do you know what cappelletti is friends? If not please let me introduce you. It is just the most perfect cold weather soup ever concocted.

It is also called tortellini in brodo (duh), and currently I would kill to find good meat tortellini, but said product evades me in Nashville. I have searched all the markets (except for Whole Foods, which just opened), and no one carries good meat tortellini. I do not consider Buitoni's filled pasta to be good.

Now when I lived in New York, there was an excellent frozen meat tortellini that was always to be found in our home freezer. Behold the beautiful tortellini below. I could buy this from a store in New York and get it shipped, but it would be REALLY expensive. The only way I could justify the expense is if the tortellini were dipped in 24 karat gold.

Oh to be in New York with an empty cooler. I would clean them out for serious. When I win the powerball, I shall charter a jet to New York, buy tortellini and bring it back here. No I am not sharing with you - this is my stash! Wait - what am I thinking? I'll just fly to the Emiglia Romagna region of Italy and visit all the women in the towns that will make it around Christmas time. My feet are firmly planted in the dirt that is reality....yep.

So, if I cannot find said tortellini, I will have to make it. I have never made pasta, much less a filled pasta, but I am obsessed, and hungry, and I want my soup already dammit.

Sometimes Mondays are the Bestest

This is a happy Monday. It is happy because tonight I will go home to a clean house. Two very nice ladies show up every other Monday and do the chores that I absolutely hate to do. This mostly includes vacuuming and cleaning the bathrooms. The last time I tried to clean my own bathroom I injuried my right ass cheek. It's a long story, but you will be happy to know that I have recovered from the trauma. The nice ladies were hired shortly after this incident. Life is too short to smell like bleach and have ass pain.

It is also a happy Monday because I shan't cook this evening. Now, my faithful readers know that I dig cooking, but I also enjoy eating the cooking of others, and REALLY enjoy not doing the mountain of dirty pots and dishes I seem to create in the process. Tonight I shall go see the Wannabeatles at Mexicali Grill. I am in such a festive mood that I might even wear my tiara. What would be better than British music, Mexican food, and a fancy sparkly tiara? I can't think of anything that could be more faboo.

And the third reason it is happy is because I have gotten over my sickness. Eugenia the purple monkey seems to be nowhere in sight, but perhaps she will return if I get cooties in the future and am taking something soothing with Hydrocodone.

Best wishes to you for a happy Monday.

Say hello to my little frennnnn

I have had a head cold this week. I am on a particularly FABULOUS decongestant right now, and although it gives me relief I do feel rather lightheaded and loopy.

It seems that I have a new cubicle-mate. She is a purple monkey. At first she said her name was oooOOOOeeeeEEEEaaaahhhAAAAHHH, but then I took another swig of my decongestant elixr and am now able to understand the monkey language. Her name is Eugenia, apparently I am the only one that is able to see her and hear her.

This place bores me, perhaps you should burn it.

Eugenia, normal people that like to get paychecks every two weeks to not burn their place of employment down.

But you are always complaining that it is too cold in your cubicle. A nice fire would warm things up.

Um no Eugenia, that is why I have a space heater.

Lemme check the wiring on that - it would be a shame if there was some spark that burnt this place down.

EUGENIA DON'T MAKE ME GET OUT THE SPRAY BOTTLE! Gosh, who knew invisible purple monkey assistants could be so difficult.

::I shall fling poo at her later for her insolence.::