Daily activity and some reflections

Lately, I've found myself with a lot of solo time on my hands- which usually would leave me feeling restless and blue. But I've been keeping myself in good company, nonetheless. Mostly in the forms of epic novels I haven't read in some years.

Last night I found myself sitting at Rebecca's Coffeehouse rereading the Gunslinger and listening to a neat little live jazz band that happened to be playing there. It was a nice surprise and the music went well with my vintage house dress. But sometimes in situations like that, I end up feeling a bit like stage dressing. I'm sure the other folks there assumed I dressed up for the band and were a little confused as to why I was sitting outside the whole time.

Today I ran up to Golden Hill to grab some flowers for my mom at the farmers market. And yes, to catch a glimpse of the cute peanut butter booth chap. Still very cute. Anyway, two people at other booth called out to me as I passed, complimenting my clothing. I stopped and had a quick word, thanked them and went along. On the way back to my car, I started to wonder why every time someone pays me a good word on my dress, I feel like my response is always so stiff and awkward. Regardless of how much I smile and thank them, I always fear I come off insincere and ungracious. I hope that it's just my own perception and not how it appears to other people since those compliments always make my day.

And now, I'm in the process of going back through 100 (!?)  posts of this blog and editing out mistakes and fixing photo sizes. I am that sort of person who is forever looking back-it's my nature to be cheek and jowl with nostalgia. And often as not, I find that the points of my life that seemed blackest during are the ones I remember so fondly. This time last year I was unknowingly in love**


** I think perhaps I need an edit here as well lest anyone get the idea that I've been hiding a romance away in my closet these past 12 month. Love of my life, my friends and my situation- and I'm pretty sure those such loves are the best.

The house smells like cookies and beer and hippies

Blessed Friday- this weekend couldn't come soon enough!

I'm celebrating the start of the weekend with a Fat Tire and I have a cookie dough candle going cause it smells just awesome. I'm also in the midst of a literary explosion in my room. Literally. 

It started as a desire to reread The Silmarillion ( I found out that day that War would not be happening and I figured a little Middle Earth will have to do) and ended up with my bookshelf scattered about the room as I searched. It turns out I never actually owned a copy- I had been borrowing one copy or another from various ex boyfriends all these years. I decided it was time to jump on amazon and secure my own book.

And speaking of online shopping, I got a nice little surprise on my doorstep when I came home- a package of make-up fun I ordered from Mojo Spa last week. See, I have this nasty habit of buying hoards of beauty products on the merit of "they look nifty" and usually end up with a drawerful of nifty looking, no-use serving lotions and lipsticks. In my defense though, Mojo gets rave reviews from their costumers and they use natural ingredients without any nasty chemicals or synthetics. So, at least it's environmentally conscious reckless shopping.

A primer, foundation, lip scrub, tinted balm, concealer (yeah, the white stuff. funny huh?) and some all natural deodorant. Just cause I've always ever used the aluminum filled stuff and maybe it's time to try out some clay based stuff. It smells like hippies but less then other natural deodorants out there.

I also trimmed up my bangs using a tutorial CJ found and sent me. She's cutesy. Take a read.

Reading, Eating and other Fun Friday Activities

Today has been a wonderfully lazy day.

I didn't have to be at work until 10am (a time unheard of for me) and consisted of making registration packets and creating docs. This is going to sound all kinds of sad but I really like doing paperwork. I think it's so much fun. Lame, I know.

Came home, had a little at home coffee shop time on the patio, finished half the crossword.

Fell asleep on the couch listening to Iron and Wine (this happens a lot to me) and woke up wanting to share some of the things that have come into my life recently.

One thing I love about working at the station is all the unsolicited books that come in.

I never turn down free books!

A poster from The Silent Comedy's last show. Signed by the boys and held aside for me by their dad, JZ.

The cloche hat I picked up for $11 at Flashbacks.

My poor-woman's dinner. Pasta with leftover sausage and tomato bisque soup for sauce.

And coffee. You know, cause it's 10:30 at night.

This is the start of a three day weekend for me and as lovely as the day has been, I do hate sitting home at night. Firstly, the thought of wasting the few nights I'm able to go out irks me. Also, it's all too easy to let myself get all gloomy and girly over certain situations concerning certain boys. But that's a post for another night (if at all)

I've decided tonight will be early so that I can wake up before 8am, go out and enjoy the morning. 

At least, that what I'm gonna try to do....

Two Days- One Post

Sunday: Threw on "Who needs friends when you have an awesome dress?" and spent the afternoon with CJ in Balboa Park. Saw some ferns, took some photos, ate lunch in the grass and played cards. Very very.

Today: Decided it was too pretty a day to go home after work. Stopped at Bluestocking Books and picked up Geek Love and my favorite play Marisol. Went to check out the new shop that took over Wear It Again Sam's space. Amazingly disappointing. It's tauted as a vintage clothing store but all I found was the same nondescript  Hillcrest gunk. Recovered from disappointment with blood orange iced tea at Krakatoa.

Oy- time for photos!

 

 

  

Pause-

Yesterday was filled with small-quiet activities. My favorite weekend ritual of coffee and a cigarette on the patio, facing east. When I size up the sun and lay down my laws for the day.

The graduation party in honor of ML. A few minutes of best friend and old friends and champagne sherbet punch.

A delay in my Mama's flight resulted in a few hours spent at the coffee shop with House of Leaves.  Books are friends and sometimes, I like to catch up with them, see how they're doing, see what's new.  Rarely anything is (they're books, remember?) but sometimes....sometimes.

Which lead to a short visit with The Fancy. Too short but aren't they always?
And that's all I have to say about that.


Retrieved the Wandering Matriarch and spent the rest of the night reading (and scaring myself all right and proper.) Labyrinths and claws and happened/didn't happen are a bad idea after midnight.
Some stories are best left to the daylight hours.