dusk and summer

My space, quite literally.

So, here's the promised The Selby-esque post.


The seal-turned-elephant keychain on my phone. It doubles as a phone-cleaner dealie thing. Very kawaii.


Messy, as usual.

Out the window, looking into my across-the-street neighbor's lawn.

I held my breath until this poster came. I also have a matching t-shirt (see profile picture).


I spy with my little eye... a capo, a carzbinger, and something tasty.

I spy with my little eye... home, a mushroom, and a queen.

I spy with my little eye... a button, a drumstick, and a 50 yen piece.







Max says meeooowww.

Thursday Morning

Max.

Picture Book: A Day of Sleet

Maximus:




































Out the window:































Inside:

2008 to 2009

I've been feeling picture-ish.
















I keep pretty much every aspect of my life between the lines of my planner.
















Tools of the trade.
















Maximus.






















I picked this up during Thanksgiving break on Whidbey Island. It's got beautiful ink drawings inside.



















Possibly my newest favorite book: I picked this up on a three-hour layover in SF, and spent pretty much the entire time reading it. I had all of my luggage around me, and my legs were propped up on my roller. I could have stayed there forever.

The Little Prince: On looking back.

"Draw me a sheep..."

-from "The Little Prince," by Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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I am blowing bubbles just below the surface of bathwater. I have emptied an entire bottle of Mr. Bubble into the tub. I am surrounded by plastic penguins. Hannah the Stuffed Arctic Seal is observing me from the washbasin counter. I am two again.

I am standing half awake. I hold a quarter-size dollop of lemon clarifying shampoo in my palm. I have turned the water to a scalding, steaming heat. I silently remember what I am supposed to do for the rest of the day. I am me, wishing I were two.

This past semester, my days have effortlessly turned into weeks, which have turned into months, which has turned into a blur. Time slowed down every now and then, but I am still left feeling like all I've been doing is watching water trickle from my cupped hands. And the feeling afterward? Bewildered and somewhat empty.

And with this settling in my psyche, I've come back to the place that is my makeshift home to hide away from the usual daily onslaught of lists and tasks and lists of tasks. I hide away and cocoon myself in the warmth that is family, cat, books, g00d cooking, oversized sweaters and naps.

And water coloring.


Self portrait.


It started with tofu... then I got hungry and thought of what else would go well with tofu. And then I got distracted after I realized I did not have an eggplant.


I was still hungry.


Giraffes. Lots of them.


Water color and ink bird in my planner, copied from "The Week-end Book."


Water color and ink owl in planner.