My life... Neatly stacked.
Well this is a major chunk of it... My studio supplies, my lamps and linens, my liquor! All heaped together with no place to live... no home. I seriously feel homeless. I know that I am not, nor will I ever be but I'm not in a place where I can cuddle up with all my THINGS. Kinda sucks cuz I like my things. I have cool things that don't belong in trash bags or boxes. Last weekend, while looking for a bday gift for Lil Miss Honsauce, I happened upon a paper maché skeleton about 20" tall with moveable limbs AND glitter for eyes! It was super cool and just my style and I was about to purchase it, when I realized that I had no where to put it. This made me quite sad. I know that my living situation is only temporary and that I should take advantage of my ability to be mobile, but for someone (me) who likes to have her things around her... it's not ideal.
This has been Baltimore lately...
BIG EASY meet LIL DIFFICULT!
All the lovely ladies...
(Minus my mother) holding it down and keeping me standing straight this past crazy week. Forever in-debt to all of them. Especially the ones that helped me spontaneously move. I'm talkin' bout taking ornaments off the tree, quickly throwing things in boxes and plotting harmless revenge (like snipping the toe connector to his favorite pair of flip flops... replacing all his bourbon with soda... you know, good 'ole clean fun). I heart you all!
Awh... Can you guess which one is unusable? Nah... that's the point! ;)
The "home" front
Crazy hiatus for good reasons... Tension on the “home” front. The boyfriend-formerly-known-as Sweet Lips decided to turn sour, like those atomic warhead candies you can’t stand in your mouth for one second – kinda sour. Within a matter of 2 days I’m uprooted from former “home” to new temporary “home”.
Speaking of plant metaphors... I feel like a hardy (hearty) plant that has been left outside to endure winter, but it just went from a deceiving 55 to a bitter –2 and that kind of dramatic shift is not natural. Even the hardiest of plants buckle under this amount of strain and stress, right?
I haven’t caved in or broken quite yet, nor do I intend to. See I’ve felt this icy blast before and my core is well-equipped to handle such drastic shifts in climate and when I’m feeling a bit weak, I can count on a team of reinforcements to shelter me from the chill.
That’s where I’m at right now. I’m sure in no time (I hope) to return to my sarcastic, chatty, hungry-for-life self, but for now I’m taking cover.
NYE Festivities
I spent New Year's Eve at Cinghale with Sweet Lips and friends. We made a late reservation so that we could just walk outside at midnight to view the Bmore Harbor fireworks. Twas nice, minus my main course. I thought I'd be adventurous and try the squab (aka a young domestic pigeon). Bad decision... I couldn't get over the sheer scariness of it's bony winged structure. That – in combination with it being cooked rare was enough to make me shove it aside.
I shared pictures with my co-workers and received a link to an alien character that the squab reminded them of (necromorph from deadspace 2?).
New Year, same old questions.
I have a tendency to be a bit of a sad sac round this time of year. Too many thoughts of missed goals, lost friendships, and my birthday in 2ish weeks that brings on a double whammy of self-deprecating introspection. Fun times. I like to be hard on myself... or maybe I'm not hard enough... :/
Love this photo series
A Hearty Happy Hour
Neptune's Trident, which consisted of:
- Dark Spiced Rum
- Elderflower Liqueur
- House Made Grenadine
- Coconut Water
- Orange Spice Bitters
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