weekend

my weekend was energy independence (wood bucking and hauling and stacking), exploring an old place, dancing, garlic planting.  there was some laughing and bad joking and there was some sad and worry (because this is real life after all).  

i also spent time on work and put a few indigo jersey cowls and an indigo tablecloth in the shop: 

HERE

*WARNING*

THIS SONG IS ABOUT DOING IT.

you know...

es-e-ex

so, you gotta dance when you listen to this.  when someone tells me they don't dance or when i'm at a show and everyone is standing stock still i make a pouty face and i think how sad sad sad.  

plus i was just reading how james has a cheese farm.  WHA??  sexed up gender bending hot dance moves cheese farmer???  sign me up.

amended: apparently a combo too good to be true.  see comments.

sure, i wanna get down

You're welcome.

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Just a few images by photographer James Merrell here. I love the stack of journals on the mantel one best. And FYI, one of my house desires is to have a sleeping porch. And although the image above is terribly romantic looking I think I'd like it screened in and with a bit more privacy.

And for some unknown reason that makes me think about the fact that I have a terrible case of claustrophobia. You? I cannot be in the back seat of a car especially in the olden days of small cars with 2 doors only. Pure torture.

Last, do you like T-Rex? The band. Hmmm? So naughty glam badass. "You're dirty and sweet, Oh Yeahhh." haha.

no one ever is to blame

I saw Howard Jones live in 1986. I repeat, I saw Howard Jones, live, in 1986. One of the things I remember most was seeing this girl in the audience who was to this day the hippest girl I've ever seen. She had this bob haircut and her hair was dark brown but then the bottom inch was dyed blonde. I can't tell you how much I admired that hair-do.

I love everything about this video. The outfit, THE HAIR, the dry ice. I also saw Bob Dylan in concert that year (or maybe the next?). He was my main squeeze. And I listened to Joni Mitchell endlessly. And I had a girl crush on Ricki Lee Jones. But there was that brief and somewhat unexpected affair with Howard. And the idea that no one, EVER, is to blame. It's appealing, no?

lived in bars

uh huh...
so good.