Thursday, June 21, 2007

a bright sunshiney day

Grease is the word...

i didn't realise quite how grimy my baby was til i took her out in the rubber stamp company to show the rubber stamp man the jpeg image i want turned into a stamp for use on the door at the 'Monologues. good lord. this thing was once white. i am officially disgusted with myself.

i am not, however, disgusted with the rest of the world. my morning began with coffee with jayne and emma in which, as ever, much laughter ensued, before emma drove jayne to the airport for departure to take a 5 week massage training course in thailand. oh, she will be missed. last night we had a farewell dinner and watched ::Brick:: and willow came by to hang out and we had suitably girly chat for the occasion. "Men. What's with that?" is proving to be an oft used motto for 2007, which means either we are getting lots of quality SATC style analysis into our weeks, or we persist in being as bewitched, bothered and bewildered as ever. perhaps both.

and you can always depend on the kindness of strangers. got my hair cut today and some of the staff are going to come to the show and were brimming with enthusiasm. JL Morrison on Belmont Road: an amazing salon. i love them. as does my hair. and john the owner is in love with my hair, which in turn means i am lovin' my haircut. we discuss politics and social concerns and his art with the scissors while he does what is apparantly called "creative cutting" in the world of all things hair. whatever it's called, i bounced out of the salon.
and the rubber stamp man is giving us a discount for the cause. and returned to GI Jane to find her being admired by a friendly old man who collects models of vintage cars. he was sweet and smiley and i think just a little lonely. and so we chewed the fat in the sun about how they don't make cars like they used to.

listening to the ::set list:: version of god bless mom for the first time in a whiles. a desert island track for sure. at 3mins50secs in, i'm about as happy as i know how to be. until we hit 4:15. and by 4:44 i'm rockin' like it's the last day on earth. if it's in your collection and you need an energy boost, then this is sure to give your soul a kick up the arse. and with that, as if by magic, zippy ben appears.

right. feather boas to collect, and lines to be rehearsed.

it's got mood, it's got meaning...


one of the pieces
(painted 2005, and bejewelled last weekend) going into the VaginArt exhibition with the accompanying blurb for the exhibition brochure....


Reclaim The Cunt # 1
Acrylic, bottle tops & jewels on canvas

' "Cunt" is the crusty, disgusting bottle in the city dump pile that is bejewelled underneath and has a beautiful genie inside.' ~ Inga Muscio

'What a long & blessed way from a hushed "down there".' ~ Gloria Steinem


  1. just wanted to say that i'm missing you.

    would love to chat soon.
    would love even more to see you.


  2. Zippy Ben appears again! check me out, i made a blog! I'm officially a real person now. thought i would let you know, as you are the first blogger i ever met! Hope you're well! xxxxxx