things i've been able to do because of you

1. pay my back rent and half of this months. that was a large chunk of your donations. and i am most grateful.

   thank you.

2. have someone mow my yard. i think i liked it better looking like a wild meadow. i know all 6,000 cats i feed certainly did.

   thank you.

3. buy art supplies. this was v v important. as it allows me to potentially make more money. i thank you.

   4. buy some groceries. i did buy a bunch of beets and ate every single one at once. i am still peeing pink. i even bought the good cat litter. the kind that doesn’t need to be fully dumped and replaced after 2 days. (crystals fwiw)

   thank you.

   5. the only thing i bought for myself just bc was a massage. it felt like the most necessary of things. i’d spend all of my dollars on wellness if i could.

   thank you.

   6. unfortunately a huge chunk of money was spent on having to replace my car’s oil pressure sensor which i had to do in order to get my emissions to then get my tag.

   thank you.

   7. rest. it’s been so nice to just take some days to do nothing important, stay off social (for the most part) etc. i watched all of vanderpump rules. 10 goddamn seasons. jeeeesus.

THE VIBE

delta denied my application. so dumb. they’re really missing out on potentially the best flight attendant of all time.

anyway… thank you again. to everyone who donated. i’ve reached out to all of you personally via your venmo donations. i hope you were able to see.

if YOU’D like to donate…please read the original post for context. if you’d just like to donate wo reading you can click the donate button below. i promise a lot more content to come.

xo forever.

pledge drive

i often wonder what the perception of my financial situation is. what with social media being a mirage. guess what? it’s crushingly, heartbreakingly. cataclysmically terrible. i ration toilet paper and cat litter. there are tumbleweeds in my fridge. fresh vegetables are a luxury. i’d love to get into a collagen/lion’s mane/vitamins situation. i haven’t bought anything for myself because i’ve wanted it in years. i mention this bc i see others shelling out hundreds of dollars for a t shirt and i’m like how in the actual fuck is that happening while i am scraping toothpaste out of the tube that i had to cut open with scissors?! i don’t even want a 100 dollar t shirt i just want toothpaste.

my perspective has shifted a lot in that i don’t care about the holes in my clothes frankly i’d rather have some beets. and don’t feel any type of way if you are financially rich. seriously good. for. you. and i mean that sincerely! i’m just questioning the balance.

my entire income is what i make selling art. and nothing i am making is moving at full price which is why i have so many sales. and i am pretty sure the same 8 people buying from me are like, bitch i have no more wall space. also, and no disrespect to those 8 people because you are my actual heroes and i thank my lucky stars for you every single day, but selling 8-12 $50 paintings every two weeks isn’t enough money live off of. i am behind on every single bill, there is no food for the mouths i feed (human or beast), mike shares his food with me when he can and is paying for my car insurance and my phone bill bc we are still on a family plan. i am moving into the second month of not paying my rent. there is probably an eviction notice in my mailbox. it looms portentously on the edge of my overgrown yard that i can’t afford to have cut.

i know i’m not alone here on the island of sadness, despair and overgrown yards. i’ve spoken to other artists about it and it seems to be a plague on us all (well most of us anyway). and i know that the income of an artist is anything but consistent. i have been trying for months to get a better part time job than the one i currently have which i had to step back from months ago because the stress of my daily life has affected both my mental and physical health. the impact of that has been devastating and i only make $20 an hour at 20 hours a week. that’s $1600 a month. a pittance but when it’s gone it seems like a million dollars. and now i work even less. i am looking every day and no one is hiring an artist/actress/receptionist. my resume is hilarious, despite moderate success in all 3 areas. “well, i am joyce in the bank of joyce commercials for gbc banks but i also can schedule clients and inventory product and do loads of laundry all at once and i can paint you a pretty picture.”

i applied to be a flight attendant yesterday which is hilarious because i’m petrified of flying. also did you know it’s statistically harder to get a job as a delta flight attendant than it is to get into harvard? i think there are something like over 100,000 applicants and only just under 2000 are hired each year. i live less than a mile from delta headquarters. would be so easy.

i’ve considered selling my underwear, something i am researching. but i just don’t know if i can wear the same pair of underwear every day for two weeks. but if you or someone you know wants my hole-y granny panties do let me know.

i am currently researching where i can park a car legally and live inside of it? turns out rest stops and truck stops. but now i need a gun and if i had the money for a gun i’d go ahead and use that for groceries/rent.

i diiiiiiigresssssss. you get it. i am fucked.

so how can you help?

you have options!

1. do nothing! i can surely go fuck myself. (please don’t pick this one)

2. you’ve been reading this blog forever and thought i would donate to this thing if she’d only provide a link to donate. well guess what? check out that shiny donation button.

(i math’d the math and if all 500 of my subscribers donated $10 i would have enough to pay last month’s and this month’s rent, pay bills, buy food and have some left over for fiona’s trip to korea. if all 500 of you donated $20 dollars i would have all of the above plus much needed DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS!)

3. you could buy some art! that’s easy. you’re already here, just click available work and pick something. don’t see anything that floats your boat. commission something! email me and let’s do that painting you’ve always wanted.

4. i am offering design services. or paint/wallpaper services. or marketplace services. check out design guides above for details.

i heard someone say that money is just money. and if you have it and someone needs it you give it. even i give it when i can. so if you can please do.

seriously. anything helps. i’m weary to my bones. you could consider yourself a benefactor of the arts.

if you want to talk to me all personal like and intimately just email me.

thanks for listening.

summer vibes

cover me in la double j every day honestly.

silk one shoulder number (HYDRANGEAS!)

reversible bikini top and bottoms (my jugs would be so happy in that top)

gucci slides (hard to pick a fave color but the red and purple are probably in first position)

i couldn’t even wear this mango dress bc of me titties but the shape and details are a tiny titty yes.

a vest and jeans combo is a revelation to me even tho i am certain i wore it in the 90’s.

a little knit dress is easy.

the cutest summer bag.

sunday perusing

grow 5- simple seasonal ideas for small outdoor spaces with just 5 plants. that feels like all my brain can handle. i can do 5 plants. she better tell me exactly where and how to plant them!

yum baby wedge salad with avocado and pickled onions.

have you ever seen david hockney’s CA house? we’ve all seen the pool probably but i’d never seen the actual house. that floor is 🤌🏼.

obsessed with kirsten and joerg. they’re just so pure. in a nutshell they travel around staying in english cottages. somatic therapy.

i would love to hang out in here with her.

the colors they please me

lounge chairs / skateboard / o’keeffe poster / rechargeable lamp / color book / pillows / sofa / barbie ruggable

things of interest

the algorithm got me yet again. new to me brand alemais offering up some real accurately targeted shit.

delighted.

please say you’re watching.

i haven’t bought myself anything in a long long time. my underwear look like rats have chewed through them. but if i had anything to spare i’d buy myself this book.

i cried actual tears. someone buy this place and let me move in.