Colors

This weekend just floated by, it seems. Yesterday, I didn't change out of my pajamas until 9:30 PM. Sundays are for dish washing, quiet baths, and warm quivery bunnies. After dinner, I sat at the kitchen table and drew pictures of my friends as animals. A bear with eyebrows. Two foxes holding each other in a kitchen. A sloth smoking a cigar. You know. Kind of like my creepy little lamb-baby sketches from college.

It's been a long time since I picked up my old colored pencils. Maybe 2010 is the year for an art show, instead of 2009 like I thought.

Hand and Paw

I like this picture. I like Simon Evans.

Yesterday, I was sad. I have mono. I am tired. My pretty pink camera is broken. [Other things].

I got home from work and turned on the TV. A little rabbit came and sat next to me. We watched Juno and ate strawberries together, and I felt better.

Animals are nice to be around.

The Bun, At Rest

Did you know that rabbits could have so much badonkadonk?! I mean, look at this little apple bottom:Now all she needs are some baggy sweat pants and Reeboks with the straps HAHAHOOO!

Movie Knits

Long, long ago when I was still a naive college student, I stumbled across an article on Fecal Face about artist Jeremy Fish. The only thing I really remember about said article is that much hooha was made over the fact that Mr. Fish was wearing the same sweater as someone named "Lebowski" and I did not know who Lebowski was but I did know that he had excellent taste in sweaters and I needed this one particular sweater. Four years later, I am much better acquainted with the ways of the Dude, and I still have not been able to escape the lure of his majestic cardigan. Then, voila- I stumbled across this pattern. God bless the poor woman who sat there and figured this thing out. Now all I have to do is knit it, which I am estimating will take me....about six months. Ha.

The Bun

I now have a third roommate, Matilda Doris Cottonbottom a.k.a. Tilly, Tilda, The Tillster, Homegirl, or Konijntje. She's a Dutch bunny, just like the one pictured above, except not as chubby. Tilly enjoys running laps around the living room, pretending to poop under the couch(just to make me nervous), and straightening her cage accessories(GOD FORBID I move her precious cardboard tube). I tell everyone that she is my bratty teenage daughter - moody, stubborn, and she has the biggest tantrums. But, oh, how the cuteness makes up for it all.

Twenty Ten

It's 2010! OH EM GEE, BLAH BLAH BLAH. Pictured above is a serene Starkey, and me with cellphone, bottle of Welch's sparkling white grape juice, noisemaker, and military police helmet(just in case). I was going to be a rebel and not even mention anything about the new year (or the old year), but I have nothing else to write about right now so here we gooooooooooooo...

Except for a couple of meltdowns, 2009 was much better than 2008. No all-nighters spent listening to the String Cheese Incident on repeat and breathing in toxic fumes at the printmaking lab, no tearful job searches, and no boys I thought I really liked calling me at midnight to tell me that they're getting married. Ahem.

2009 was all about

the blanket fort party a new car

a new apartment

a new roommate

a new couch

jazzy nights in June

touring the near south with the family Washington D.C.

the prom birthday party
lots of beautiful bicycle rides

a cabin campout in the quasi-wilderness no-shave November

Halloween+the Beav
tofu turkey

saying hello to Baby Lincoln, Baby Elijah, Baby Lil, and Baby Tony

learning new things, like knitting cables and playing the violin(kind of) and the guitar(just a bit)

Who knows if 2010 will be as good; one can only hope. Lots of splendid things are already in the works, like Britt's triumphant return from Tokyo/California(!), a trip to Missoula, making pretty furniture for the BoBo's (and pretty things for my apartment), our future Denzel Washington Rabbit, plus much more learning and listening and arting and crafting (and parties).

The Saddest Song

I'm always searching.







Have a bummer day.