that moment

when you’ve been playing with mod-podge all day, and later on, halfway through a smoke, you realized the cigarette is stuck to your hand.

do-able day off from work

on valentine’s day earlier this year, my boyfriend gave me flowers. they were beautiful. and their beauty overpowered the dime-a-dozen florist vase. i’ve dried the flowers and have them hanging tastefully in the hall way. i didn’t know what to do with a vase, and i have a hard time throwing away any object connected to a sentimental moment. so i did what i do best. threw so paint on it…

first, i squirted a generous amount of paint into the vase, along with water- just a little bit- to dilute the paint and help it spread and cover the inside of the vase. i set it upside down on a paper plate until it dried, then repeated the process on the inside with a slightly darker color than the one i use the first go-round. (:

second, i used painters tape and did several spiral designs, following the body of the vase.

third, as carefully as i could (the anticipation of a finished product kills me) i peeled the semi-still-wet tape away from the painted area.
ta-da!

not the best, but better than it was.

old journal

i was flipping through one i kept back in 2011 and found this page with post-it notes of all time favorite words of wisdom. still to this day, when i sit out on my front porch with coffee in the morning, the last line of Alexander Pope’s Essay on Man will run through my head. so solid.