Husband Art:

No place like home

I always try to take my camera with me while checking the mail. It's just a short walk down a few flights of stairs, across the parking lot, down past the pool, then past the rental office, but it's sometimes my only chance in the day to be outside and scoping out the world.

While we do live in a kind of lame version of the ghetto, this place can sometimes be just downright pretty.

And that's a lot to say about a place squished between a beer factory and the corner of two major expressways.

Those shrubs look so yummy and squishy. I wanted to run and bounce on them.

I quite seriously considered stealing this adorable blue grill. And then I had to remind myself that while I live in a creepy part of town, I'm a good person... not a creepy person that walks around apartment complexes taking pictures of people cars and bushes and grills. I'm not that creepy.

Husband Art:

A quick look back at our college years.

I love 6pm in the Fall

It's the perfect time of day to capture warm colors and long shadows.

Champagne rolls!

They sound so fancy but are really just bisquick dinner rolls cut out with champagne flutes. Watch it happen.

First you mix it up and squash it all out on the dinning room table while husband squawks at the mess.

Then you bake. And if you're me, you bake everything, even the little amoeba pieces.

Then you take a picture of just the pretty ones in a bowl.

Then you eat all of them in one sitting. Yum!

Knittin' Sick.

I am sick. See below bowl of chicken soup as proof. Yuck. Sick, stuffy, sore, scratchy, and I sound like an old man when I talk.

And since I have a job that relies heavily on my sweet voice and smiley manner, I cannot go to work today. I can however, knit and paint. I don't know how I'll manage.

This is the 2year scarf. It still has a ways to go. It'll will eventually be the 4year scarf. But it will be beautiful and gray, my favorite winter color, with some soft dark blue around the edges. Yummy

And this is my most recent painting. "Most recent" as in it's still wet and sitting in the middle of my living room floor. And not yet done. I want to scrub it all over with sandpaper and then lacquer it, but unfortunately, I don't have sandpaper or lacquer nor do I have the energy to go out and get any. We are still lacking street lights around town and a dozen four ways stops would just drain the last of my life away.

Overexposed

I love to over expose.

And husband looks like a giant here because he was one stair step higher than I was. Not because he is in fact a giant. We are both very little people.