The life and times of a once glamorous NYC fashion industry insider, to a mother of three girls, living paycheck to paycheck , facing foreclosure, and trying to find humor, and sanity in it all, while looking (trying!) deliciously chic in her Payless shoes.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Sunday, September 1, 2013
What do I say?
I am a fraud?
I am not what I expect others to be to me?
I am a bad friend.
This I know.
I want so much to be accepted.
But I accept no one.
Briefly.
And it is always fun.
But I cut it off.
I am unsure why I do this.
I miss these relationships.
Even mourn for them.
But I let them go.
Each and every one.
Then I am sad when they move on.
No Christmas card.
No calls.
I deserve it.
I disappoint.
And yet, I think I am a great friend.
All evidence to the contrary.
I am a fraud?
I am not what I expect others to be to me?
I am a bad friend.
This I know.
I want so much to be accepted.
But I accept no one.
Briefly.
And it is always fun.
But I cut it off.
I am unsure why I do this.
I miss these relationships.
Even mourn for them.
But I let them go.
Each and every one.
Then I am sad when they move on.
No Christmas card.
No calls.
I deserve it.
I disappoint.
And yet, I think I am a great friend.
All evidence to the contrary.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Let's see. How can I exactly explain my worry.
It's keeping me up all night. It's making me unable to sit still. I feel like I should empty my cabinets, and rearrange and purge. Maybe if things around me were less cluttered, and in order, I would feel a sense of control, at a time I feel utterly out of control.
But I suspect, that if everything were as neat as a pin, however neat that implies, I would still look for something else to do.
I am afraid to drive on highways. The kind like Route 80. But I feel like heading West on it. Maybe if I could distance myself from the confusion, and worry, I could escape it. But that isn't possible.
Sleep brings no relief. It is creeping into my dream. Making me wake up at night, and feel the bed shake with each fast beat of my heart.
Molly, my sweet beautiful Molly, has something growing in her. Something that needs to be biopsied. I had to call a surgeon for her yesterday. We have to wait two long weeks to see him.
I felt it the other night, and envisioned myself cutting it our of her with my exacto knife.
Two weeks seems like a long time to let something simmer away.
It's keeping me up all night. It's making me unable to sit still. I feel like I should empty my cabinets, and rearrange and purge. Maybe if things around me were less cluttered, and in order, I would feel a sense of control, at a time I feel utterly out of control.
But I suspect, that if everything were as neat as a pin, however neat that implies, I would still look for something else to do.
I am afraid to drive on highways. The kind like Route 80. But I feel like heading West on it. Maybe if I could distance myself from the confusion, and worry, I could escape it. But that isn't possible.
Sleep brings no relief. It is creeping into my dream. Making me wake up at night, and feel the bed shake with each fast beat of my heart.
Molly, my sweet beautiful Molly, has something growing in her. Something that needs to be biopsied. I had to call a surgeon for her yesterday. We have to wait two long weeks to see him.
I felt it the other night, and envisioned myself cutting it our of her with my exacto knife.
Two weeks seems like a long time to let something simmer away.
Friday, June 21, 2013
I have been painting watercolor portraits lately. And trying to perfect using my Polaroid Land Camera. Next will be teaching myself emulsions. But for now, the watercolors are soothing.
If you would like one, let me know. My prices are between $25.00 and $50.00, depending on the size, per portrait. Here are some examples.
Summer is here. My girls and I all slept in this morning. And I had leftover heavy cream in the fridge which is making my coffee decadent!
Morning morning!
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