the current forecast.

This may make me a bad person...but I really enjoyed having my space. I see that all crashing down around me now. >.< damn people.

Meanwhile, I'm predicting turbulence in the realm of drawing III.

Antiquing with Mom

I went into Jax for some family bonding, and asked my mother to accompany me on an antiquing adventure. We ended up at Southern Crossing Antiques and the Fans and Stoves Antique Mall. I found Gus the Ghost right as we walked into Southern Crossing. He's cute.
These were worth documenting. Click for a bigger image. I was on a quest for nifty salt and pepper shakers. I didn't buy any, but my mom did break some.
Fishies!!! I loved these, but they seemed somewhat impractical as the holes were on the side and the same in both number on both shakers. So.. I left them.
Other exciting angle!
betcha haven't seen these in five years, I know I haven't. They were in a jar in one of the booths. I didn't actually eat mine, it's chilling in purse for the occasion when watermelon goodness is merited.
More sugar than my body could stand. I've been away from frappachinos too long to stand them. I've also been away from Starbucks too long to handle the conceit...and the weird social hierarchy.
Snapped this for Emma. Yay for action figures.

August 14, 2010

I'm sick...So all I can do is reflect on the high points of the past week, which involves this:




Raspberry buttercream on chocolate chunk cupcakes.

So, I'll just get ready for work, and hope that one of the 8 people I just messaged, choose to reply.

I painted!

I've had this weird stigma lately about not painting because I feel that if I do, I really should be working on my commissions, which of course hold no interest for me.


I got over it.

I missed this.

More truth

I still think perceived intentions are often defined by your characteristics rather than facts. Often unfairly.

Pretty in Pink

In truth, the universe throws events of colossal irony your way all the time, and all you can do is laugh and accept it. Stand against it, and you'll be nothing but miserable.

Plus, what would we have to whine about if these things didn't happen?

I refuse to be a ghost-town

I'm currently sitting in the Cordova Cafe, stealing internet and people watching. (Flagler Internet decided to die sometime this morning. bastards). Anyway, sitting here, I've notice that this selection of st. Augustine tourists is exhorbently lumpy. If they arent stubby or pounchy, they're round-shouldered and fuzzy-eyed. Maybe it's the effect of heat? Or the general unrest of being a tourist? There's some issue over the 24 hour braised lamb here at the Cafe. "Luis" is all excited about it, but the authoritative woman in the pearl choker and printed chiffon seems unimpressed.

Stop looking at me, toothy man in the "U.S.S. John F. Kennedy" hat. >.> (evidently he doesnt know what "Al dente" means).

Anyway, the new job is going well. Jo said she might bring me over to the new shop with her. I will therefore be working at the Red Pineapple rather than Dragonflies, at whichever point the Red Pineapple comes into existance. Though the building move isn't a big deal. I just enjoy being thought necessary. Important in the move, like the loyal family dog. (I'm only being mildly facetious here, as I was honestly flattered).
I like the new lady. Miss Mary Anne. There's supposed to be some seasonal flagler girl starting named "Olivia." I don't know anyone by that name but we'll see. And how long is "seasonal" at a little place like Dragonflies? July is supposed to be our busy month.

i do enjoy the handful of tall elf-like people that have popped in. Good job being 8 feet tall.