52 Projects
I didn’t anything too exciting this week. I wanted to try oil pastels on canvas…just wanted to experiment with a different type of surface. I think I really like the results!
See what everyone else is doing here:
Selection Sunday
inspired by Meredith
“People too weak to follow their own dreams will always find a way to discourage yours.”-unknown
“Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.”-Madonna
“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”-e.e. cummings
“Let me listen to me and not to them.”-Gertrude Stein
What’s inside my purse?
I’m actually going to post something fun instead of depressing for a change. Amber at Making the Moments Count tagged for this fun little meme. I’m supposed to describe to you the inside of my purse. However, being a mother of 2 means that I don’t carry a purse–and neither does Amber. So she came up with her imaginary purse, and I shall do the same.
What my imaginary purse would look like:
Yep. A Coach. It is imaginary, right? So I’m going to imagine that I have enough money to spend on this lovely bag. And inside this imaginary purse:
*Wallet.
*A sparkling new Blackberry.
*Powder compact.
*Lipgloss (the 5 pack of Bobbi Brown that I buy each fall).
*3 Blistex.
*Eucerin because I have incredibly dry hands.
*2 Uni-ball vision pens in black.
*2 Moleskins.
*Ipod (to replace the one I lost).
*Camera.
*And probably a couple of library books.
That was fun! And girly…I haven’t shopped for a purse in a long time…maybe one day I’ll treat myself to one again 
Thanks, Amber!
Me over the past 45 days:
Finally admitted to myself that I’ve been rapid-cycling. Made an appointment to see psychiatrist next month. (Why do psychs always have such long wait-lists?!) Her name is Pellegrini…which made me laugh beause it’s the plural form of Pellegrino (if one pluralizes the brand in italian)…but it’s funny, right? Cause that means she’s a bunch of bottles of water. That’s probably not funny to you. I’m just a word-nerd.
*Just a little note…I’m posting full-time now on Stories of Sommer. My voyage on this silent sea will soon come to an end…Please head over to the new site and update your feeds or bookmark. It just wouldn’t be the same without you over there…
Ashes to ashes
“It’s like you’re standing in front of the refridgerator
and don’t know what you want to eat.”
Dammit. I hate when my husband’s right. Funny thing is, I was actually thinking that very same thought earlier in the day. For the past 12 months I’ve been digging, digging, digging; soul-searching; seeking truth; finding inspiration. Repeatedly lighting my fire only to have it doused by a quick, unexpected rain. Me = hamster running in a wheel.
Fears on Fire
I set my fears on
fire; watched them burn, burn, burn.
Ashes to ashes.
Selection Sunday
from Seneca
“Away with the world’s opinion of you—it’s always unsettled and divided.”
“Every day, therefore, should be regulated as if it were the one that brings up the rear, the one that rounds out and completes our lives.”
“To want simply what is enough nowadays suggests to people primitiveness and squalor.”
“What’s the good of dragging up sufferings which are over, of being unhappy now just because you were then.”
