the adventures of priscilla, queen of my world, continued last night. and yes, there was more vomit. although this time, it was my own. in her effort to make penance for wednesday’s nocturnal puke party, {on. my. face.} my girl made amends the best way she...
the lavender, head-banging, mosh pit style, told me first. the murmuring whoosh of the chimney echo confirmed the unruly backyard scene. i can find omens in the disciplined, bold font of my coffee cup: DEFCON 1. prepare with maximun readiness, girl. like a mountain...
april is my favorite month. no other month gives me these goosebumps of renewal, fresh-starts, and that consuming yen for un-processed living. major spring detox is happening, and i am adoring the way i feel {more to come on that later.} i’m also mad for the...
yesterday morning the baby birds chirped hungrily and happily for mama; their sweet, melodic peeps piping through the open, french doors, awakened me as the sun peered through the bouncy, cheerful, white clouds against a slumberous, blue sky. one of the few mornings...
monday morning kisses to you m’loves. here are a few shots of what’s been going around, ’round here. my mother is growing her own grass. maybe to drink, maybe to smoke. i don’t care. i think it looks cool. she’s also downsized and...
here are a few of the latest novelties greasing my squeaky wheels. ok. typically i’m good at always having my toolkit loaded; although not a costco member i do backstock most of my household and beauty items so that i’m never in a crispy crunch running...
