Originally Posted on Saturday, September 20, 2014
I have come into something--a cache of old Life and Ebony magazines from the '60s. They get my blood pumping. What will I do with them? I want to use them but hate to cut them up and tear them apart. I think encaustics, but maybe I can scan them and do more with them printed that way. I don't know yet. It is overwhelming. I'm holding the inspiration for Mad Men in my hands. You know I will do the wrong thing. More to come.
I went to a birthday celebration at a craft beer pub last night. It was fun, but I really don't enjoy going to such things at all. I hate crowds and I hate having to decide on which way to turn, to whom to respond, what to say. . . I always feel like I'm talking to the wrong person one way or another. Across the room someone looks at you as if you are ignoring them. No, I've never enjoyed parties. There are too many dangerous decisions to make. I prefer going into a room of strangers where there are no expectations. There you can be free.
I will stay away from everyone today. I am fat, but I will make a trip to Fresh Market for all sorts of rainy day luxuries. Perhaps I will stop drinking and feed myself on milky teas and honey sesame cakes.
But by nightfall. . . it will be another thing.
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