Hola!
I am just finishing up some painting I have been working on, so I thought I would take a break and pop in for a little random chit chat.
It's so nice out.
Sometimes, in order to retain a measure of sanity, you have to get bejeweled to go out for a stroll in the garden.
Pull out a little Frida Kahlo, just for kicks.
On those strolls through our Fanciful, Arizona...
Bit of a ghost town.
I can only handle 3 ringed fingers at a time, you?
Otherwise the clanking between fingers feels way too unnatural and odd.
I wonder when and if Frida ever took her rings off?
The center amethyst ring (called a poison ring) I am wearing is very dear to me because I got it when I was 17 years old.
(I started collecting jewelry very young, around 5 years old believe it or not - Mombie has mass tales)
I got the amethyst ring on one of my first thrifting adventures on 4th avenue in Tucson.
It opens up, and you can store all sorts of curious items inside.
As you can tell, it's been through a lot, all dinged up.
Around 1994, the latch fell off, and it kept opening up.
So what I did is that, I filled it with things.
Little teeny tiny bits and bobs, and then I special metal glued it shut.
I don't even remember what I put inside anymore.
And it can't be opened, it's too sealed.
So, that's a little fun tid-bit.
A time capsule in a way.
Guess what?
Those homemade twix bars?
OH MY GOODNESS!
Here are some of the batch I made...
They were unreal.
Awesome.
Outrageous.
Better than I ever could have imagined.
You will faint if you make them.
I put on a very thin coat of chocolate.
I made two changes.
In the caramel, I used no vanilla (makes caramel taste yuck to me), and I used brown sugar instead of white.
They were beyond words.
The cookie part was just...
I can't even tell you, just make them.
K?
How about an appallingly ratty picture?
Filled with love?
I never want my picture taken.
Unless I have on a super nice frock and full hair and make-up.
Which working from home happens almost never.
Who wants to post rotten pics of themselves?
I don't know?
(I LOVE to dress up, which I loved about real world jobs)
Anyhow, after a long day in my giant, knee length, paint covered horrid blue sweatshirt...
I cozied up on the couch.
Unruly hair and all.
As my Greek ex would have said...
Moromou, your hairs are a huge disasters :)
Miley cozied up with me.
And we fell asleep.
Mister took these bizarre shots.
At weird angles.
Doesn't my head look funny?
Alas, it's a pic of love.
Ain't it?
That big boy.
He and Matty (since Matty got sick) have been attached to my hip.
(Matty is still mending for the better, hooooooray!)
They usually are.
Only now, extra big time.
Really needy.
Which I don't mind at all.
They don't want to be anywhere but with me.
Is that normal?
I never thought I would be a crazy dog person.
Thank goodness I was allowed to experience it, it rocks.
I never thought I would let a big fur ball sleep on me.
I never thought my life would be so intertwined with fur.
I am so thankful for it.
Love, V
ps: The moon, so pretty tonight!!
