Breath of fresh air

I have a lot of faith in myself right now. Things have been really hard, and they aren't suddenly going to be easy breezy, but they might be a little easier. And I might go enjoy the breeze, have a little peace, and feel more able to breath. I love where I live, my life is objectively amazing, and astoundingly amazing.



And I need to be in a place where I don't have to struggle so much to enjoy it. I always appreciate it, of course. I don't appreciate my depression but I'm working through it. I made a change this week, to focus more on myself and take it into my own hands to be strong and compassionate and happy. And now I feel like I can breath. And I think I am determined enough to follow through and not remain stagnant.

My next step is to figure out how I am paying for things. I need a budget that includes rent, food, and my gym. hopefully even some dancing and public transit. I have faith that it will work out but I have to come up with a how or else I'll be a little, um, dissapointed in myself I suppose.

I thought I was too lazy to spell Rhamphorynchus... I was only barely wrong.

Barbara made this silk screen a long time ago. It's super awesome, but it doesn't exist anymore. She made a lot of awesome silk screen that no longer exist. I think partly because screens are expensive and partly because they take up a lot of space.

I've found a solution, at least for now, to the space problem. If Emily and I paint too many more screens though, we *might* need another solution. But maybe by then I'll have a for real income and can pay rent and get studio space.

hmm...

mmmm couches

We have a different couch now (as you might already know), one that doesn't splosh the sitters out onto the floor. I'm sitting on it as I write this, enjoying the couchiness of it. I like couches. They are important.

The cat there is Nora. She saw me walk out of my room and was unsure whether to flee or stay perfectly still in hopes that I wouldn't notice her. The poor dear. She's gotten so much better during her time living with us. I can just imagine her saying "Oh! Oh my Goodness! Oh Me! Oh My!"... pretty much most of the time.

The cushion behind the couch there are the remnants of the old couch. They are sitting outside at the moment, waiting more me to figure out how to make them less full of allergins, and then I will fix their old cover and do something clever with them.

Dactyl love

These Dactyls felt symbolic, warm, and fuzzy, as I arranged them on the book shelf. I had just gotten done rearranging and cleaning the living room, with Bob (This was on the 30th, also, the same day we got the couch). The Dactyls are so intrinsic to this family that people sometimes call Bob and Barb "the Dactyls," as a convenient way of referring to them, since their last names are different. I feel very at home among the dactyls, and felt especially at home after Bob and I worked together to make the home more homey. Home Home home.

Dactyls symbolize love and family. They especially symbolize Bob, but also Emily and Barbara, and this house. Here they are nuzzling. It just makes me want to nuzzle!

Green and Red

This is a haircut I gave Emily a bit ago, and the subsequent henna-ing. I've been meaning to post this for a while, and mentioned it some time ago, but subsequently forgot. I'm not great at remembering. But these days I have a little book in my hair so everything is easier to remember.

I love my home.

Emily and Kevin are home for the weekend, for my birthday, and just generally to visit. They make me so happy. I was literally bouncing with anticipation the day they were going to show up, which was Wednesday night.


This afternoon we gave the litter of current foster kittens a bath. They are all so fluffy and precious, but they smelled pretty bad.

Predictably, Kevin was taking pictures. Since I had also decided to take pictures (kittens!) we were getting in each other's way whenever we saw the same good idea. It makes me smile. Kevin's camera is such a part of him, and it couldn't get in my way if he weren't hanging out with Emily and I in our bathroom, so it is obviously a positive thing.

I love them.

(Kevin's related blog post is here )

Emily is asleep ("I'm not asleep!") beside me.

It's been awhile, but my zeal for sharing is renewed. I realized I was imposing rules I didn't even know about on myself, and I had all these hang ups. Well Bah.



This is a picture I composed while at my friend, Quinn, 's house. (I never can figure out where to put the possessive) It is entirely made of other pictures I have taken. It seems like cheating otherwise.

The picture is of people dancing. Let me know if you want to buy a print of it, a few people have asked me for a print already.

Look, it looks like she is looking down at my shadow-twin. Maybe secretly they are friends also. My shadow is always making friends behind my back.
The picture to the left is of Emily, back when her hair was long. A couple months ago, she cut it off to shoulder length. I trimmed and shaped it when she got home. But, this evening I cut it into a cute bob. She is just too adorable. I'll give pictures when I can, having a camera has been... well... sometimes I lose things. (I really do have amazing luck though, I swear) I've been sort of reconnecting with Emily this week, since we've been away in the country without our boyfriends, or other people. Her mom and aunt are out here. It's lovely, like family. Emily and I have been goofing off being silly. At one point we were giggling behind the backs of Barbara and Deb (my self proclaimed fake-family). They called us out on it. Yes, we WERE laughing at them, but they were just so cute. There is something so special about siblings who love each other. It really makes me smile. I love siblings. My own, and everyone elses.


P.S. Em has been my little proof-reader in a fox hat tonight. I should keep her in my pocket for every time I'm Typing While Tired.