some not great photos of one of the places I work...plus some of my work

Sorry these photos are blurry, the inane photographer in me wasnt trying so hard...
these are some photos of the shop where i work and some of the work that i show there, that hasnt sold yet.

enjoy.

the rest of the day was like a hallucination

reminded that i have visitors in only a few days, i sprang from my bed before 10am as fresh as a spring chicken and as lame as a stepford wife to begin to put our apartment back together...
quiet
quiet
quietly
drews still sleeping.

i proceeded to make myself some tea and started asking myself questions that i would then answer, such as:

would the vacuum wake him up?
yes.

should i vacuum anyway?
no. thats mean.

what do you want to eat?
toast, probably.

why does this toast taste so bad?
i dont know. you should probably throw it out.

this went on for a few hours intermittent with tiptoe cleaning until drew finally got up/i attacked his cocooned self.

HOWEVER, i finally collapsed the pullout bed/couch that we have had out since my sister's visit, did two loads of laundry and a dishwasher cycle, collected garbage, swept the floor, and cleaned the living room. woop woop normal apartment.

to catch those of you following the daily photo project up...
27 feb - diana - double exposure - interior/drew at turntable
28 feb - diana - triple exposure - at the gallery/Palumbo horse sculpture
1 mar - digital - fur shop shots (3)
2 mar - digital - fawn/jewelry display shots
3 mar - diana - low light shot from top of parking structure

digital photos to come.

im twenty-two and find myself still attracted to tie dye

About a week ago, i anticipated this crazy couple of days (in terms of scheduling). Ive been working both jobs back to back daily since my last day off (tues) and drew had to work an early morning shift take a couple hours off and then go back to trudge through the dreaded twilight hours shift (11pm-7am), back just in time to snuggle for a couple of hours before i had to go to work at 11am. this basically meant that drew and i would pass each other in bed about four times in a 24 hour period, and though we live together and hang all of the time, the past couple of days have seemed so hectic. honestly, i cant wait for march to come and go.

btw, happy march 1st...

though i intend to get in a couple of snowboarding days in before the season is over, the chances of snow are fewer and further between. cross your fingers, visitors. today is fourty fucking degrees, a disgusting trend that is only scheduled to worsen. its supposed to reach almost fifty degrees tomorrow with rain and a whole bunch of nasty to happen before a few snow showers that are scheduled towards the end of the week - something to look forward to in addition to the arrival of allison and kaytee, yay.

see the nasty for yourself

in the coffeeshop this morning, i over heard a conversation taking place between two women in fur coats (yes, this is a frequent sighting on main street where we have four fur shops maybe?)

"X" marks the fur spot

they were talking about how they felt really old seeing all of these young girls walking and working on main street. they wished for their figures back so that they could wear bellyshirts? (really, ladies, that is what you reckon your younger years for?) they were recalling how much fun they had in "the sixties" wearing tie dye. then came the remark that truly offended me (almost as much as the five-hundred dead rabbits or whatever corpseless furry friend they were donning),

"...but Lynn, you know those young girls that wear tie dye now-a-days?"

"yes..."

"they are so out of touch with the true meaning... they wear it and think, "look im a hippie!" its the tragic downfall of true tie dye wearing folks we used to hang around with."

"i agree, plus tie dye isnt fashionable anymore, so wearing it isn't making much more of a statement than "i'm immature"..."

HAHAHAHAHA. FUCKING FOR REAL? lets list the problems that i have with this exchange...

1. first off, youre wearing fur. and not just any fur, tacky molting fur. its ugly. and tasteless. wanna know why? cause youre wearing it from head to toe. its almost fifty fucking degrees out and you decided to put the entire band of dead woodland forest creatures on your fat saggy body. not only do you lose all fashion contests, you lose all of your rights to judge what people are wearing.
   
2. secondly, you speak of a "true meaning". if you were a philosopher in disguise maybe i would respect your use of this phrase, but frankly, your leathery skin juxtaposed next to little bunny foo foo distracts me too much to even begin to believe that you understood the true meaning of tie dye while you wore it.
   
3. thirdly, though dying cloth can be traced back to the egyptians... im sorry to burst your bubble but your tie dye also proclaimed, "look at me.... IM A DAMN HIPPIE." if im wrong, please let me know what "the folks you used to hang around with" were really thinking. it was a statement of individualism, radicalism, whatever. a generation that broke from the former... and frankly by the time you were wearing tie dye, it was probably in fashion magazines and on television and on every other self-proclaimed suburban hippie. i think its time to shake off the ahistorical nostalgia and give yourself a reality check. you werent revolutionary, you were pretty much the same as anyone who wears it today, if not more cliche.
4. Remember Lynn...your ugly coat has removed any right for you to use fashionable in a sentence.
5. Finally, since when has maturity been linked with fur... Let me rephrase that. I'm letting my prejudices get in the way. Since when has IMMATURITY been linked with tie-dye? I mean i am sure it is viewed that way by people who supported Vietnam, Eric Cartman, and the likes, but if you proudly wore it fourty years ago, when your boobs werent as saggy, then what suddenly makes it immature. Not that im the most mature twenty-two year old, but I like to think that when I wear tie-dye, I am not only harkening back to the Egyptians, but also recalling anything associated with anti-corporatism, celebrations of individualism, and absolutely as many cliche anti-warisms as possible.
   

Dear Lynn and friend,

please let me take you shopping, with your personal credit cards, of course. Let me show you the world of age appropriate, sustainable, non-fur clothing. Afterwards, we can go out to dinner, on you, of course, and we can talk about tie-dye because I was slightly confused and offended by your private conversation that you held right behind me. I think i can help change your mind about your choice of outerwear and if not, then, i will leave you alone. if you find this offer to "hang" a bit intrusive, arrogant, or unsolicited, i understand. i am pretty anti-fur and pro-tie-dye, so yeah. call me a product of liberalism or a tie-dye loving drain on society, but i pay my taxes and love my bunny so i have the same right to hate your fur and be offended by your comments as you would have the right to feel nostalgic about tie-dye belly shirts...if you hadnt decided to wear roger and the trix rabbit out for your main street stroll this morning.

Love, Monica

As a result of this encounter, today's daily photo is constituted of a series of shots of the fur shops on main street. LOVE IT.