if you have no idea who michelle armas is you have been living inside your butt.
she is an amazing artist who can paint real real good.
so when she emailed me today to tell me that she named this painting....
"jenny"
after yours truly....
i peed rainbows.
seriously, that is pretty badass.
thank you michelle.
it is 4:39- oops make that 4:40 PM on a wednesday and i am on my second glass of shiraz.
what's that mean?
it means i'm awesome.
what's my point?
let me break it down...
blogfest 2011 is approaching and i keep getting tweets telling me there are only, like, 5 spaces left.
five spaces left?!?!?!
what the FFFF, is justin beaver going to be there?!?!!!!
well blogfest people, i totally want to go!!
b/c
a.) my new BF newell turner will be there (way better than beaver)
b.) this shit is happening: 
and i really wanna hear this.
and
c. a lot of really really cool people that i totes wanna hump respect will be there...
but once again i am light in the wallet.
farttts!!!
it's only 100 dollars and that's not a lot of money to some people and i could probably swing it in a week or so,
but right now that may as well be 1 million dollars.
but if you could "reserve" a space for me that would be awesome.
need proof that i am worth a free reservation?
exhibit a:
i have a crown.
that = importance.
exhibit b:
i have cool "friends".
exhibit c:
i grew that.
exhibit d (for drunk):
no explanation necessary i feel.
ok then.
lemme know.
charity farts,
***my friend susie just informed me that registration is full. all we can do is be put on a waiting list.
shitbutts.
in my head i weigh the ways in which i am most certainly not awesome with the ways that i definitely am the most awesome..
for example:
for the last few days when i wake up i notice my hands smell like pizza.
i google it:
sadly, no one else seems to have this problem.
so now i am just pizza hands without answers.
also
mike has an abscess on his lymph node.
today he had it drained...
this was the text conversation..
me: are you there yet?
mike: waiting...
me: ok let me know when he sees it.
mike: ok.
me: also send me a picture of the pus.
not awesome.
but yet, so so awesome.
(*i did not receive a picture of the pus. sadface)
also
i went to the mall today to get a few last minute gifts for my mother in law, mother, brother..etc...basically everyone else but fiona.
and after walking what seemed like 40,000 miles from the parking lot to the entrance and then perusing anthropologie for about 7 minutes i decided i was too hot and needed to get the FFF out of there.
shopping fail.
so now i have to go back tomorrow where it will be even more full of shopping failure assholes like myself.
here is where i am awesome:
christmas morning i will bake these for my loves:
recipe here.
then for christmas dinner i will make this:
accompanied by these:
fa la la la fart,
on friday we went out with our friends molly and dave and susie and her husband david.
we went to anis (is that french for anus?) here in atlanta, a french bistro filled with REAL LIVE FRENCH PEOPLE!!
there were sequins:
and wine and wishes:
(molly likes to take crooked pictures)
and i had a great time.
prezzies:
money with which i will buy 2 MUCH needed winter essentials.
this:
and this:
the rest of said money will go to other much needed things, like groceries.
mike got me this:
which is fucking hilarious.
if you are in the book store you need to pick it up and look through it.
i was on the floor laughing out loud in the middle of borders.
susie gifted me gorgeous barware!
raina sent me these:
and molly put together a pretty gift basket of all things gold.
which included a bottle of lillet, lush bubble bar, chocolates wrapped in gold, a david stark plate for west elm etc...
it was all so so lovely.
i am so grateful for them.
and i am also grateful to all of you who wished me happiness.
thank you.
i love you.
ever on the search for cheap original art that doesn't make my butt bleed, i stumbled across these drawings on anthropologie a few days ago...
they are copied from a 19th century sketchbook and
they remind me of my favorite hugo guinness art:
except i like the flowers better.
but sadly those fuckers cost 498.00 EACH!!
so i went to sam flax
got some ivory paper and a caligraphy pen.
then i went home and drew that shit on some scrap paper.
just to see if i could:
i could.
violas close up:
tulips close up:
so i nervously penciled out the scale on the good paper..
then free handed it with my caligraphy pen ($2.49) and BAM!
art:
accurate smudging:
and frames:
prouds.
now to hang or to prop?
