Happy Friday

This has been a rough week. A week with new jobs and scary people at those new jobs who lear and make us feel not safe. And there has been running around and stressing out and registering (which was bad, like really really bad but more on that later) and there has been another job interview and and a family dinner and a lot of very very serious conversations about The Future and Where We Are Going (figuratively and literally) and lots of job hunting and a fair amount of crying. But today the sun was shining a lot and I drove around with the sunroof open and some Cyndi on super loud and I came home to a lovely lovely big white box with a lovely lovely big white dress in which fits pretty well and just needs a minor minor alteration. And tomorrow I'm going for a walk in the park with David and maybe my blue windbreaker instead of a real coat. I think that maybe this necklace would be the best thing to wear with my wedding dress. Kate Szabone made my engagement ring and I think that the necklace would be lovely.

Gnashing of Teeth, Tearing of

I have curly hair, Like really really really curly hair. Like BIG curly, nappy, kinky, fine, breakable, blond hair. I do not like other people doing my hair, I do not like doing my hair, I wear it in a bun every. single. day. Sometimes a high bun, sometimes a low bun, there is very very little variety in hair styles up in here. The Seventh Bridesmaid (third sister) who has the same kind of hair has said that La Portman (who I kinda hate, am I alone in this?) is the queen of updos we can handle. ScarJo (who I also kinda hate, this one time in college a girl told me repeatedly that I looked a lot like ScarJo and I just effing hated her for it) also seems to tragically be rockin' really banging wedding hair in some of these photos. Of course I really just wanna look like Heidi.

Hey guys,

My wedding dress came. Eeeeep.

Shoulda Put a Ring On It (Sorry, had to)

Above is the De Beers Millennium Blue Diamond, all 5.16 carats of it. It's currently on display at Sotheby's New York before it is sent to Hong Kong where it will be placed on the auction block and is expected to fetch an unfathomable amount of money. We all know I am a magpie for shiny things so perhaps I shall have to pay it a visit after work.

Having a Coke With You

I think Joanna Goddard had it read at her wedding (maybe someone else?) and I think it's super lovely. I kinda wish we didn't have to have bible readings at mass so we could have this.

Having a Coke with you

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluoresent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

-Frank O'Hara

We Can Make This, Right?

Because it's quite lovely. And I am feeling a little gross (Dear Self: do not eat donuts. You gave up sugar for lent. Also: Donuts make you feel not so awesome) so the idea of being able to make something quite so lovely makes me feel really really nice.

You know what else makes me feel nice? This fantastic $5,000 wedding. Yep. Five grand.

Now I'm going back to working. Or rather sitting at work not working. Since there is no work to be done.

New Job

I have a job. I am there now. It's the kind of job where you can kind of fiddle around doing nothing. For hours. I work behind the desk at a not not not very nice hotel. I smell like smoke and sorrow and my feet hurt but a jobs a job and minimum wage is better than nothing (I told myself through my tears on my way to work this morning). So I'm not making crafty things. I wish I were. Someone else will have to make me this.