What was I thinking?

We decided to go to a movie yesterday, maybe it was the 36 C. degree temp and the 96 % humidity, anyhoo I picked the flick, Hancock, cause I really love everything about Will Smith; got to the wicket only to be told it did not start until Tuesday. Without pause WTF came rolling off my tongue. Husband and elderly neighbours gasped...so I said it again, WTF. What would you have done? Was I out of line? We saw Incredible Hulk instead.WTF

Sale???

I so feel like I am hosting a clearance sale of some sort. The traffic through Madonnart Studio Bead Emporium has been brisk this week if not a tad scary as the creative staff component has dwindled to 1 causing production to move at a beaders pace.That's 1/2 a snails pace to non beaders. I am beading a good 6 hours a day and today pulled out the old sweat band and carpel tunnel brace as it hit 36 degrees C. by 11:30 am. Forcing fluids, fan blowing, speaker phone on, I am in full productive flurry. Where is my trusty sweatshop slave and why is Sarah not here?

Why I love art.

Art is that element of surprise I am never ready for. When it springs out and smacks me in the face, I say....holy shit. I am never expecting the gift of art to just show up and when it does I am in total awe....it happened this morning. The necklace laying on the table caught the free form bead set stone I dropped in just the perfect spot and holy shit does it work!

Thinking about it.....

So last night I woke up with this idea.....painting idea that is....something in grey and black and kinda hidden underneath stuff. So...With a plan in my right side of my brain, I headed down to the studio early this am. to create. For those that know how I work, the process goes something like this:...Sort stuff, then clean stuff, then label stuff and then gather stuff in a pile. The gather stuff in a pile stage directly precedes the find chocolate and make coffee stage and the climax of touching paint to canvas. Stay tuned....

Poor Little girl

Today I gave the little black girl a treat at the Madonnart Spa and Salon. Poor poor little puppy. She was as brave as I was cautious right to the finish and that's when it all went horribly wrong. Clipping her nails is the last of her grooming tasks and alas became a blood sport on the last little nail. To say she bled a bit would be an out and out lie and I was so so so sorry. To tell her the quest for beauty has a cost and is often painful would simply be an insult to her intelligence which according to her daddy is huge in contrast to my dog grooming skills.

What happened to the 17th

I just realized today that my last day of recollection was the 15th of May. MORGAN, you have the most lethal set of germs on the planet. While you are blissfully riding that street racer bike of yours the rest of us are in sleep clinics, allergists offices and are on a first name basis with the Tylenol Cold and Flu Hot line people. Still can't see a movie....the coughing, or bead...the bronchial spasms, play cards, the constant need to blow or enjoy the odd bit of affection from the man....the instant either of us touch each other we start to either sweat profusely and or cough until unconscious. If I have not posted within 1 week please notify my NOK....Betangible...oops she is also under the weather.

HOME SWEET HOME

Nothing feels as good as your own bed especially if your sick. Surrounded by a cup of mint tea, kleenex, Tylenol Cold and Flu and a puppy who has a taste for Fishermans friend, I am as comphy as as a person who can't breath, has a roaring headache and hasn't swallowed since Tuesday can be. Dwayne will be exstatic his MIL is NOT there when he arrives home tonite from Fort Mac. Whole new set of complaints today as it is 31 C. Cranky , a bit I think especially after the man I live with informed me AFTER I had my hair done that the 5 week color I now bear makes me look gaunt.......is that another word for thin???