8.31.2008

On the road again...

Sorry for the recent lack of posting, everyone!

I haven't been working this week, and have been using this time to visit family and friends in McMinnville and Tulsa. I've also been sewing up a storm, trying to get ready for the Cooper Young festival.

The Knight's family reunion was great. Tons of his cousins came, and I got to visit a cemetery where 9 generations of his family have been buried. It sounds morbid, but it was really cool to have a little history lesson on the Knight's heritage.

On Sunday night, I drove to Tulsa to visit my family. I left our house in Memphis pretty late, and was still on the road at 12:45 the next morning. It was very dark, and I was the only one on the turnpike in Oklahoma. For several hours I had been having this weird feeling that something catastrophic was going to happen to me while I was on the road. All of a sudden, I see this light tan dog crossing the road in front of me. The speed limit on the turnpike was 75, and I was probably going about 80. I barely had time to swerve and THUMP! blood splattered all of my windshield.

Oh my.

I have never been so shaken up.

I'm pretty sure I killed an Oklahoman coyote. I didn't go back to confirm, but that's my guess.

Thankfully, I am okay, but Audrey the BMW didn't fare so well. I have no idea how much it is going to cost, but basically a big piece of plastic is missing from the front of my car, and a part of the grill is broken. I am bummed that we have to spend money to fix my cute little car, but at least the damage is relatively small.

Whew! I'm glad to be alive.

I promise to blog more soon...I guess I'm just feeling a little uninspired. I have more news to share, but I can't tell you yet!

Ta ta for now,
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8.21.2008

Working for the weekend...

First, Betty Rascal says hi.


hi.

She just got a haircut, and they left her ears looking a bit like Dumbo, but I think its cute. Plus, I think it hurts her feelings when we call her that, so now we just whisper "the Bo formerly known as Dum" and she is completely clueless. I slay myself with my humor. It just kills me.

Random question...What do you think about partially nude pictures? Always bad, always good, or it depends? The reason I'm asking is that when I was in Captiva, I bought this gorgeous mermaid watercolor. I just loved the colors and interplay of the soft feminine curves of the maid contrasted to the shart contours of the fish. I was thinking of framing it in a thick silver leaf frame and hanging it in the bathroom. What do you think? Yay or nay?


Tomorrow is my last day as a law clerk. Sigh. It has been a pretty good, and very interesting year. If any of you get the opportunity to clerk for a judge after law school, I highly recommend it. It usually has great hours, is fairly low stress (unless, you know, your beloved boss dies or something), and gives you wonderful insight into the mind of judges. Or if not that, at least it helps nervous people (like me) realize that judges are normal people, too, and I think that knowledge alone will help me as I take the next step in my legal profession.

Seriously, I mean what I said about great hours. For one of the few times this year (like 7, maybe??), I am working into the night.

But, it is okay...it is mostly by choice. See, the Knight and I are going to a family reunion this weekend (joy), which means I am going to lose some serious apron sewing time.

pick me! pick me!

Sooo, my goal is to finish the draft I'm working on tonight, so that I can use all day tomorrow to sew. That way, I won't feel so guilty when I'm meeting Aunt Hester and Cousin Eddie for the first time.

Anywho, I wanted to share with you my new hair. If you've been reading this blog for more than a year or so, I think it is pretty evident that when I get my hair cut, I try to get my money's worth. Meaning - I usually do something different every time, not just a little trim trimmeroo. Maybe, when we are completely unpacked, and my office isn't a hodge podge of card tables and hand me downs, I'll get inspired enough to scan some old pictures and give you my "hair history."

I have to say, it has been a wild ride. I've gone super short, long, platinum chunks, Nancy Drew titian orange, and even cranberry red. Four the past four years, I've had my natural color, but my hair has been varying lengths. In the past year, I grew my hair out super long, then chopped it off, grew it out again, and chopped it off AGAIN. If my profession didn't look down on such things, I would totally try either pink and purple streaks or the new "Rhianna" cut.

So, today was time for my 8 week haircut, and I decided that it was time to take the plunge. This time, I didn't chop it off...instead, I exposed my virgin hair to some beautiful caramel and blonde highlights. I love it. My stylist is a genius...I just told her I wanted "sexy lawyer hair" and wanted highlights, and she did the rest. So, what do you think?

Unsuccessfully trying to be fierce lawyer girl.

Happy, friendly Artsy Fartsy!

Just in case you wanted to actually see the highlights, or something.

I like to think I would fit rit in on Boston Legal.

Okay, back to work...got to practice putting in those long hours!
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Update/P.S. I was just doing a search on my blog (yes, I know that doesn't count as working, but it DOES count as procrastinating, which is usually step one of working) and found that my blog is listed as one of the top blogs discussing ways to breakup. http://www.wakeuptoabreakup.tv/Top10-Blogs.html I am very befuddled. How am I on this list? I don't think I've ever talked about breaking up. Perhaps I should...at least then, my inclusion on such list would be a tad more justified. Okay, back to work!

She did it!

I was tired of seeing my sad words on the screen, and now I have something happy to share. Mom called at 7:30 this morning to tell me that she is officially a registered nurse! She took her state boards two days ago, and at 4:30 this morning, she was up and checking the computer for her name. There is was...my mom's name, in black and white, telling her that her status as a registered nurse was ACTIVE!

She is in such a state of euphoria right now, and I'm so proud of her. You go, Mom!


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8.17.2008

Human Frailty

I know a lot of what I share on here is happy decorating fluff - that's one of the reasons I love having a blog...it is a place I go when I need to drum up happy thoughts and escape from my troubles.

Sometimes, my troubles are impossible to escape.

Yesterday, the Knight's mom's best friend died. She had been struggling with cancer for over a year. She left behind a doting husband, a son and his precious daughter, and two daughters younger than me...one pregnant and the other newly married. She was this wonderful, creative, warm, effervescent person who made everyone she came into contact with feel welcomed and special. Our world has lost an incredible individual - in fact, I learned from the Knight's mom that she was still smiling and cracking jokes yesterday morning.

This past week, I have learned that my 14 year brother has juvenile diabetes and will have to take insulin shots for the rest of his life. Additionally, my grandfather, who I have posted about before, is doing much worse, and really, he could die any day.

In the past month, my best friend's mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and although we are trying to be positive, the prognosis is not good.

As morose as it sounds, the list doesn't end there. I won't drag on with a laundry list of others in my life who have recently died or have a serious illness, but I have to admit, when I think about all the loved ones in my life suffering with pain and/or facing death, I become unbearably sad.

Anyway, we all have troubling times, and I guess for me, this is one of them. I have told my judge that this Friday is my last, and am taking off the following week to make a pilgrimage of sorts. I am going to visit family and friends before I start at my new job. Although I am very excited to see some people whom I have not seen in a while, it saddens me to think one motivation for going is to see them possibly for the last time while they are alive.

I just want to apologize in advance if my posts the next couple of weeks seem to be a bit down or uninspired. I know that I will come out of this funk, and am trying to be thankful that my own life is chock full of blessings. I also recognize that in some ways knowing a person is dying is a gift - for that person and their loved ones. They can say goodbye, and attempt to do a few things that they possibly always wanted to do, but the timing wasn't right.

In that vein, I am trying to be more aware of my dreams and act on them sooner rather than later. I encourage you to the same. Maybe there is a certain person in your life who you are crazy about, but are afraid to admit it. Perhaps you are sick of your job, and have an amazing talent that so far has only been a hobby. Or maybe you have dreamed of visiting Italy, but never have had the time and/or the money. In my own life, there are certain people that I, for a long time, have truly resented - maybe even almost hated - and I am trying to let those resentments and baggage go. I guess that doesn't really fall into the dream category, but it is a regret of mine...I guess that's what dreams stem from - the hope of a better future, the desire to have no regrets, and the innocence of childhood.

I realize that our dreams are often only dreams for a reason ... they are hard to achieve either due to feelings, money, time, risk, etc. You probably can't hop on the plane for your dream trip tomorrow, but maybe you can forgo that latte tomorrow and start saving for Italian villas and lots of vintage wines.

On that note, I am off to go sew some aprons for the Cooper Young festival...another small
dream of mine that is actually coming true.

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8.13.2008

Anna Maria Horner

is my design idol. For those of you who aren't familiar with her name, she is a designer from Nashville, TN. I find that I am often drawn to southern designers (whether I know if they are Southern or not) because they seem to "get" colors and themes that southern women crave and relate to. Although the South is often stereotyped as backward and ignorant...its nice to have the South represented by designers who are as capable as Anna Maria.

Anywho, Anna Maria is best known for her gaw-gee-ous fabrics, but she does a lot of other stuff to. She has a great blog, and is very generous with the details of her craft and her day-to-day life.

I subscribe to her blog on my Google reader, and today I was captivated by a painting which I'm guessing is in her kitchen.

A few more clicks, and I stumbled upon her flickr page and this magical set entitled "Happy Home." I am in love. I love her decorating style - eclectic, rustic, but still very very hip.

Please go look at this set immediately. You will not be disappointed...I'm warning you, though - after you see these pictures, you will probably want to completely redecorate. Don't surprised if pictures of my home start looking suspiciously like hers. :)

Lusting over those Grecian blue painted french doors,
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8.12.2008

In lieu of actually writing anything,

I'll just post picture after gorgeous picture of our vacation! We had so much fun, and it was nice to have a break from our jobs, and yes, even blogging. We did miss Betty Rascal very much, and I am so glad to be back at home so we can have our BR snuggle time (which is pretty much all the time now that I am working at home).

Okay, well maybe just a few words first.

Reasons why I like working at home:
Morning commute from kitchen to office - 1 minute.
Makeup is prohibited at the home office of Artsy Fartsy and Associates.
Can go for a run during lunch and not worry about reapplying makeup for the rest of the day.
Betty Rascal can be my assistant/ foot-warmer/ plate-cleaner.

Reasons why working at home is dangerous for my health:
I sustained a paper cut on my chin today. I was sitting on the couch, and I was trying to balance a brief under my chin while typing. Betty jumped off the couch, almost knocked the laptop off my knees, and then the brief turned on me. I don't know how I ever will survive in an office!

Okay, onto the pictures. I'll try to only put the best ones on here, but if you want to see more, feel free to click here to see all of them on flickr.

Here we go!


Our little road, Laika Lane, leading us to the beach.



Feisty little flamingo!


Beach bums by day 1!


Such a beach babe.


But I like this one even better. :)


The Knight loves taking pictures...can't you tell?


At the Mucky Duck - good food, music, and company.


He asked me to take this picture - so cute!


Awwww....


Captiva at sunset - isn't it just gorgeous?


This is my war wound from the Attack of the Fish. Don't worry - I got a Purple Heart for this one. :)


Another shot - I am such a baby, but it hurt!


Every year I take a picture in the giant chair...it never gets old!


Decadence from the Bubble Room. OMG.


The Knight and his girlie drink (except the thing tasted like it has rocket fuel - wahoo!)


Pontooning it to Cabbage Key - you can only get there by boat, and it is the cutest little island!


They get their water from this water tower.


Cabbage Key restaurant - there are over $70,000 dollar bills taped up in this place. Every year they clean off a couple of the walls and donate the money to charity.


I guess I'll never grow up. Hee hee.


Maggie and me at Cabbage Key.
Cabbage Key from afar.

Magical little greenhouse on the tip of the island - I want to live there.

Safety first!

Walking to dinner (the Knight is on the right, Mr. Biz is on the left)

Mr. Biz, Maggie, and the sweetest niece and nephew I could ever ask for!

The Knight's mommy and daddy...aren't they cute?

Wishing we didn't have to leave...


Captiva - we'll miss you, but hope to see you next year!

Still finding sand in the strangest of places,
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8.06.2008

Just Beachy.

Hallooo, my "not at the beach" friends. Wish you were here - we could be drinking mai tais and having our feet rubbed by gorgeous Captiva men. Just finished eating the most gorgeous peel and eat shrimp and champagne with a splash of cranberry juice. I am on cloud nine.

Internet is spotty here, but just wanted to check in a say helooo! The Knight and I are having a ball - sitting at the beach, playing the ocean, shopping at beachy boutiques, and getting attacked by fish. Oh, I failed to mention that?

Yes, that's correct. Yours truly got pummeled by a fish a couple of days ago why playing in the ocean. The Knight and I were trying to do underwater toetouches (don't judge) and all of a sudden I feel this punch in my right arm. I thought that his heel had accidentally come down on my arm, but I looked at the Knight's face and he was as surprised as me. "A FISH! That was a fish!" he blurted out, and naturally I completely freaked out.

I immediately hopscotched it out of the ocean, and then noticed that my arm was, in fact, bleeding. The fish smacked into me so hard, its scales actually cut me. Not too deep, but still, several little slices. It felt like someone had thrown a baseball at my arm. All I can figure is that the fish (a rather large one, i assume) was swimming along, got caught in the wave, and rammed right into my bicep.

Poor fish - he probably went right home and told his wife all about the crazy giant that attacked him and took off half of his fishstache.

Don't worry, I took pictures of my battle scar. As soon as I get home, I will be sure to post them. I have a huge bruise, and a tiny scab, and of course every shirt I brought is sleeveless. So, either everyone on Captiva Island thinks that the Knight beats me or I am just incredibly clumsy. False on the first, but they'd be right about the second.

Well, just had to share. Apparently, sea life likes me. Last time we were at the beach, a jellyfish hugged me. Seriously. I was standing in the breaking waves, and its tentacles wrapped all around my torso. And as luck would have it, I was wearing a bikini that year. You would think I would learn to stay out of the ocean, but I love it so much, I just keep going back for more abuse. Thank goodness I don't live here. Who am I kidding? I would love to live here. This place is incredible. Can't wait to show you ALL the gorgeous pictures.

Okay, that's all for now. I'll be back to Memphis on Saturday, so things should get back to normal soon. Now, I'm off to the Bubble Room for orange crunch cake. Yum!

Fishy-face kisses,
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