Since the start of 08, I’ve been trying to get my ducks in a row.  Trying to tie up this loose end, and that loose end…start this project, finish that one, and blah blah blah… it’s been life consuming.  Which I suppose is unavoidable when you make a living doing something you love…I mean, I eat sleep and breath art…(not that I’m complaining, but if I’m being honest there are some jobs that interest me, while others I could do in my sleep…sadly, the ones I can do in my sleep are often the ones that pay the bills…vicious cycle I tell you…)  Took me 4 weeks to get back over to see grandmother…(I’m not proud of that, but thankfully she’s discovered that a real hairdresser does a better job.)  Nick and I actually had to schedule a date night…and finding time to work out has been easy to forget.  Oh and taxes…my least favorite chore of the year…they’re finally done.  So I woke up on Friday…discovered that I had, indeed acquired a weekend of no major deadlines/projects, and we decided to celebrate.  A small gathering of friends came over for dinner…(don’t worry, I didn’t do the cooking…)  Jason, Nick and Dawn thoroughly enjoyed the bb gun…this picture says it all:

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nice J…

While they were busy shooting pizza boxes, Bekah and I took inspiration from fabric…and believe it or not, I actually made some clothing that fit.  A skirt, and a dress…all without pattern…(patterns are not my friends anyway)

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Now it’s back to the drawing board…but with a refreshed sense of creativity.

September 23, 2007

Five years ago, my best friend Leslie joined a bowling league and ruined our bi-annual bowling tournaments.  Not that either of us was that good at bowling, but it was simply tradition…when she came to Savannah, or I went to Chicago, one of the first things we did was hit up the bowling alley, and compete until our fingers were blistered, and we’d had too much beer to drive home…Call me bitter, but I hadn’t entered a bowling alley in nearly 5 years…until last night.   Nick and I ventured out to bowl with an old pal, Dawn….(who I might add, has a personality much like that of Leslie’s.)  I won’t tell you the scores, suffice to say she cleaned house…but I did bring home the following….