turning siamese

(oh, yes, and you can thank me later for the song that will play in your head all day.)

i spent all day working in my studio yesterday, not the fun work, but the business work & the organizing work...and it still looks the same, though the bills are paid. today, things are going in laundry baskets and i am attacking each basket. the reward today (during the daylight, though) is vacancy and tonight before la ink will be 51 birch street. the studio is a wreck. when you work in different mediums, you have stations and everything gets pulled out and it really is overwhelming. i will take a photo of the 'before' this morning and post it with an 'after' this week.

the other day, i was looking for something else but found an old photo of me and my first siamese cat. i played around with my first siamese and miz blossom who i found on the stack of clean towels on sunday. the old photo is circa 1968 when i was three, before sears toughskins and keds striped 'peelout' shoes. more of those later.

oh, and keely, before i forget, that photoprint above my bed is of two cowboys having a bottle fight on a movieset. my grandmother said alot of things that became hallowed proverbs in our house and one was 'don't use red in the bedroom because it brings out anger in the bedroom.' but she also quoted Scripture with 'never let the sun go down on your wrath'. hmmmmmm. i wonder what she would say about fighting cowboys...

probably, "i told you so."