Sketch Blog of the Day

total eek!

Tomorrow I'm heading out to the salon.... A place I haven't been since * March* !eek! Seriously, you'd eek too if you were me.. even eek if you saw me, because my view in the mirror is getting scarier each day. I can't believe it's been ... 5 months.. since I eeked in there... on my last trip.To think of it makes me cringe because one of my resolutions for 2004 was better hair care and am obviously having trouble with that one.. so resolutely troubled by it all. The weather forecast for tomorrow isn't pretty, but let's hope I am.. because I've definitely had my share o baad hair days.. lately. !eek!

cRACKING uP !

But this is so not funny. My poor feet stand wretched from a bout of
cracked heel complex. When I pull off my socks, I can't believe all the dust. Seems we are suffering from a bit of a drought. And the back of my heels and the bottom of my feet are chalky veins of dead skin. And my little old feet need a major layering of exfoliation with a quick scrub of the loofah. Of course I can't forget the important final step of adding a coat of polish to my toenails. What's icing without cake??? Cake without icing? Freshly scrubbed feet without glossy, glassy, luminous toenails? And I better get busy cause I'm sure to be walking into sandal season sometime soon. Even though this week goes from wildfires to snowflakes and sub freezing temperatures in less than a few days.

Something Pretty

is what I need today. Today I just need something pretty. And a check of the mirror won't do since pretty is nowhere to be found. After all that time spent in the garage my face is dry and my hair's suffering. I'd like to go out and buy something pretty but after getting a whiff of all the stuff I already bought (albeit through the years), I don't know if I can buy anything else with a straight face.. at least not yet. After a dose of my garage reality I just need to see some organization.. Soon. Like yesterday. Plus I need to wash some clothes. And I need a clothesline so I can smell the breeze. That would make me feel pretty. And all this stress isn't good for making me pretty anytime soon. So "Le Garage Reality" has convinced me to slap on some make up, take a walk, soak in a hot bath and I can deal. Then I can deal with the clutter, feel like a flower, and look like a star. But first I think I need to go out in the sun.

Pout

cause I need a little black dress, but I can't find one anywhere... at least not at my usual haunts. And this is not frivolous. Not a f-r-i-v-o-l-o-u-s purchase. But it must be trivial of me to think that I could find exactly what I'm looking for -- exactly when I'm looking for it. Now perhaps that is a frivolous THOUGHT. Especially since spring is only a couple of days old.

Hat's It

One thing I love about winter is all the hot lookin hats you get to wear. And even cooler is the fact that a bad hair day is subject to zero in a matter of seconds. A pull here and a slip there, and I'm all ready to roll.
Bad.. is when the hat doesn't match.. anything.
Badder.. is when the wind descends.. NOOOO!
Worse.. bad hat gone.. bad hair exposed.. OOOOps.. sad.
Worstest.. MAD!

EEk!

Today I glanced down at my toenails and they looked back so blanched and pale. Decided to paint them and I feel so much better now! Metallic-- silver-- I feel so shiny.
By the way this is my 100th post-- a milestone for me... and my computer must be like "I feel so bloated." What we won't do for art.. and writing.. and conversation.. and communication.. and expression.. and blogging.. I think I'm gonna like it.

Bad Hair Day

Ever have one of those?

On a day like this hat's enough.

Peach Mud

 

So today I'm hauling out the mud mask-- the one that I rarely use --maybe because its ingredients indeed must be rare considering the price I paid for it. Mud rare? Okay what am I thinking? Who am I kidding? Where is my tiny-yellow plastic-shovel you say? I've got my own mud, right here in my own back yard. Right?

Ahhh but the mud in this tube is indeed uncommon--special--Sprung from some rare earth that has the power to make my skin appear five years younger in less than 20 minutes and for less than fifty bucks. Fifty Bucks! Probably the packaging along with the designer label inflates the price. But I like the packaging... which of course adds "pretty" to the spa experience. The glass is gleaming... And besides, when was the last time you saw blue mud, or pink mud, or green mud, or peach mud... I could go on...but my face is cracking and I'm all ready to see a fresh new me!

Creamed!

Today I faced an alligator in the mirror. Today I brought on the cream.

Stamping Mad!

Caution! You are about to enter the "me--me--me" Zone.

D*mn stamps! Where are they-- when I need them?

I just bought a sheet of stamps the other day AND of course right as I was about to mail some slow moving bills, (I'm talking turtle here) my stamps were playing a naughty little game of hide and seek.

Better chances are, they were lost somewhere in my little forest of clutter...And couldn't find their way back home.

So--after shelling out thirty-seven cents times four-- for more, a brilliant little idea popped into that pretty little head of mine (or is that pretty cluttered head of mine?)

...Anyway back to my brilliant idea... That's right--You guessed it-- Put me on my own line of stamps! ... me--me--me... Why, if only the Postal Service plastered my mug on a stamp-- I know I'd never loose it...Who knows, I might even start a collection!

me--me--me!