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Random Soot Epiphany Number One

I just pulled in another box of stuff from the fire from the front porch and saw that it had some of my journals in it. As I was wiping off the soot, trying to see what was salvageable I noticed the edges crumbling. Trying to keep my own spirits up, I had this random thought. We as artists spend all kinds of distressing our work. We wet it and sand it and burn the edges and smudge ink all over it to get the look, and I got it for free from as a Christmas gift from the fire and the overzealous fire department that wet the whole house down for me!

I know, I’m a bit warped, but how else am I supposed to keep wiping this stuff down if I can’t find a little bit of humor in the whole situation?

Making a List of Things……

That need to go on the repair list. The new house is great (not that you’d know it by my rotten attitude), honestly it is. I should count myself lucky to have it and live as cheaply as I am. I need to repair the faucets in my bathroom. Both the sinks and the shower faucet need replaced. I’ll start with the shower. Wish I had money for a Hansgrohe faucet. I found them while surfing some prices. My bathroom has black sinks, toilet, tub and shower. The wallpaper is hunter green and plum. Wouldn’t one of those funky faucets look awesome? For now, I’ll be very careful with what I have, look into replacing the knobs, and if I have to, buy a generic faucet.

I’ll Take Just About Anything!

I will, I tell ya! I’m trying to fill in some with writing assignement and you never know what you’ll get when writing copy for businesses. I’m getting things like amagnifier. It’s not something I know about, but I do know about writing copy(not that you can tell from this blog, but I can write!). Moving on is hard. Especially when you don’t know where you are supposed to go. Sometimes the universe points out the path with a beacon and a “this way” sign, and sometimes, like know, it strips all direction away from you and leaves you to feel your way around. I have my hands out, feeling, but can’t find the door way.

Tired and Discouraged

Go figure, huh? No home for two months equals no home business. I’m tired of department stores and furniture stores, and cleaning supplies and boxes. If I never smell the smell of a house fire again it will be too soon. I keep the ringer off on the phone so I don’t have to repeat the whole losiing everything in a fire story to the latest collection agent trying to pry my car payment from me. What’s the old saying about blood and turnips? I think I’ll spin for a while. Maybe it will relax me. Then it’s time to send more resumes. Gotta get money from somewhere.