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'Cause, I'm really feeling you this morning. Given that I am NOT a day person, this sentiment is major. Busy week coming up, but I'm so ready.
And, doesn't this painting look absolutely delicious? I'm really digging Freckled Pancakes's food inspired paintings.
And, hey, you. I'm not going to bite.
Happy Monday, Er'body!
However, before any of this actually starts, I need a big cup of coffee or this painting or whichever can get here fastest. I absolutely abhor the day before classes start up again after spring break. If you've done it right, the transition is easy. If you've messed it up, it is a nightmare. I'm in the nightmare category because I partied each and every night away. Now, it's time to pay the piper.
Happy Sunday, folks..and all that other good stuff.
Come this Saturday, it will be a birthday of sorts--or rather, the end of an old life and the beginning of a new one. However, three years ago, I was absolutely certain that the world had opened up and swallowed me whole! I just remember wandering home minutes after everything vanished into thin air, wondering how things would ever be better again.
Oh, dear reader, I stand before you today a vastly different version of my former self. Let me tell you, the road from there to here was one of the hardest journeys I have ever had to travel. The thing is, if I had it to do all over again, I would--in a mother fucking heartbeat. I like where I am today--a work in progress for sure, but I'm living y'all and that feels all kinds of amazing.
Speaking of amazing, I just can't get enough of milk fly's goodies. This felt cake makes me all kinds of hungry.
Easter Bunnies
Hostess Cupcakes
Girl Scout
M&M's
Oreos
There is just something about Pamela Johnson's work. She manages to take everyday food products most of us have consumed at one point in time and capture them in a way that is both beautiful and haunting. Although the subjects she paints here are almost too simplistic and ordinary, the impact these paintings have had on me has been quite overwhelming.I've been looking at these painting all evening, trying to figure out what exactly is the hold they have over me.
There is much to be said about having to confront simplicity. For the most part, we don't think we have to, because embedded in its definition is the assumption that simplicity speaks for itself. However, during my short time on this earth, I realize that that is hardly ever the case. Simplicity is what often gives us the most trouble. We seek it but always underestimate its presence. I mean, how many times have we struggled to overcome things that are and were quite obvious? How many times do we disregard the writing on the wall? For most of us, I'm sure the answer to any one or both of these questions is more times than we ever thought possible. And that's humbling, y'all. And scary, too. Makes me wonder about my mettle.
Donut, 2007
Artist Boo Ritson is just what I needed on this Sunday evening. Truth be told, I'm just now officially getting up and starting my day. It's spring break and I'm on vampire time...that is, sleep all day and stay up all night. Althought there is a ton of work to be done this evening, NOTHING starts until I have a huge cup of coffee and a few sweets.
Happy spring, y'all. It's in the air, I can just feel it.
Okay, let us get a few things out of the way before I start this post. Yes, it is late. Yes, I have paper due tomorrow. Yes, I have not started on said paper. Yes, I am hungry.
The saga continues. Today, I had another chocolate bunny (well, actually chocolate flavored but I don't want to get into what THAT means right now). I also had another box of Peeps, and a piece of dry chocolate cake.
However, what I really wanted was some french fries--crispy, golden fries. I went the the store today to make good on a promise to recreate a yummy fry recipe I got from America's Test Kitchen. However, I just did not feel up to carrying a 10 pound bag of potatoes and a gallon of peanut oil home. It's raining, y'all. Plus, I did not feel like cutting 10 pounds of potatoes either.
So, instead of coming home and getting to work on that paper, I googled french fries and vending machines. And low and behold, they EXIST! As in, I put in my money and a few moments later, a batch of hot and crispy fires are at my fingertips.
I so need one of these right about now!
Anger Release Machine by Yarisal and Kublitz
I have a confession. For the past few nights I have been getting up in the wee hours and heading to the local 7-11 for all sorts of stuff I know I should NOT be eating. Yesterday, I downed two bags of spicy cheetos. The day before, I had one of those vending machine ham and cheese sandwiches I swore I'd never eat. Today, I just downed a whole chocolate easter bunny and a box of peeps. Now, I want to waltz down to the Dunkin Donuts for one of these*. As a matter of fact, I want three of them, and a hot coffee, and I WANT the cashier to tell me that it will be cheaper to buy six so I can rationalize consuming a half a dozen donuts while walking home.
I've eaten two cupcakes to starve off the impulse to put on my clothes and leave the house. It's cold, so that helps. Knowing me and the past few nights, anything is possible. I'm both astonished and disgusted but I'm hungry. I've raided the fridge and the cabinets only to discover that I'm an egg away from a warm chocolate chip cookie. Le Sigh.
It's one of those weeks, ladies and gentleman.
*This painting, entitled Pink Frosted, is by the amazing Grace Mehan De Vito.
