My favourite number. My magic key.
Ok. So I ate three quarters of a smallish loaf and then went out in a really bad wig (fright wig). Sooooo,
Maybe it was not such a magic day, but sometimes you have to have days like that. To balance out the truly magic ones.
The day before was a magic magic day.
One of the most magic in a long time. Do I always say that? I have a feeling I do.
I was sent post, beautiful post, and the morning door opened wide into blue and sweetness. I am extremely lucky to have such incredible friends. I don't know what I did/have done to deserve such light.
THEN
I received more suprise post, finger tapped to me, and it made me smile.
I love suprises.
Good suprises I mean.
Some people don't like suprises, even good ones. I cannot understand this.
You turn up on my doorstep, or find me sitting by the weeping willow. You have written me a song, made me a cake, dedicated the day to me.
(I don't ask for much huh?)
I await that day. Do gestures have to be grand?
No. Not at all.
Just you turning up is a cherry gesture in itself.
My shoulders spike softly with goosebumps just thinking about it. I say again and again- I wish I were not such a sap, a romantic with a wet, slimy sleeve.
It will never stop. I suppose, deep down, I don't want it to be.
Oxford is looking quite beautiful at the moment. There are still a few pears on our pear tree. Yesterday I pulled one off, (ha) early morning and sunk my teeth into it there and then.
I thought, at the time, nothing could be better than eating fruit straight from the tree.
I would have been hell in Eden.
Leaves are long falling, a bright blue sweater sits on our picnic bench, no one knows who it belongs to, but it looks great against the orange and gold, against the green, against my heart.
The parks are starting to turn warm. I think back to a year ago. I was in New York. Hot heat and sticky nights, with air conditioning hum, drunken traffic sounds hatching in my dreams.
If only.
Magic trip. Vegan cheesecake, my first taste of cornbread, soup for lunch and my highjump soul. Dark club light, red spot, blue spot. A good talking to, coffee, coffee. So much coffee...the clover! Brooklyn on bikes, the park, the gardens, the bonsai trees.
(If you are in any way interested you might be able to find me going on and on about NYC last year in my old blog- Two for joy.blogspot.com or however you get to it. And just in case you might be wondering why I changed from Two for Joy to One for Joy...I suddenly realised it did not need to take Two to Make Joy. Something about my new found independence, or something.)
Tea on the boil in a saucepan on the gas stove. I no longer have a kettle. Something I must do today.
List of things to do today.
Gym. Body Balance
Eating another pear
Taking a lamp back, burst at the seams
tea drinking marathon
preparing for Venice (I'm off to Venice with Rosamund in less than a week! ARTARTART HEART!)
waste some time trying to work out how to remove the red from my hairmop
She gets these thoughts, these awful thoughts
washing up
finding another job to add to the other two
new felt tips
studio time
hanging laundry out to dry (grey weather)
post post post lots of post to post
making a casserole
drawing a face
finding a stovetop whistling kettle
Hmmm.
I better get on then.
Oh NO.
'The Greatest' just came on- Cat Power.
There's no chance of getting things down now...
I'll be off in a feather punch drunk strings on tap type of cloud for the next half an hour.
I love this song.
I think I'm going to be a singer.
This is what I wanted when I was-11-
I still want it.
I have never been a greatgreatgreat singer, but I can carry a tune I think.
The *only* time I feel quietly, happily at home with myself is when I sing. Surely this means something?
Nope.
Ok.
Speaking of how much I LOVE being an Artist- If I have not told you already, I am in Grafik magazine this month.
For some reason I hate self promoting, but, I am trying to get better at it,
so
yeah
LOOK!? please?
www.Grafikmagazine.com
You can find it in Borders and maybe WH smiths?
This is probably, most surely going to be the only time EVER I am in a magazine (unless my singing career takes flight. ;-) ) Ha. Emoticons.
Wow. My camera phone needs a holiday.
So, there you go, a glimpse between the sheets. Ooooo. If only.
Ok.
Sooooo. I was going to wrap this up with some ART.
This is the piece I am working on at the moment. It is painted onto a wooden cheese box and is dedicated to someone. You'll find out who soon. (I know, you really just HAVE to know NOW!)
It really does look better than this in 'real life', promise...
Hmmmm.
Do you ever worry you are just becoming the most narcissistic person you have ever met? I am worrying about that a lot at the moment. Useless worries I know, but I get the feeling I just talk and talk about myself all the time...I even uploaded a whole 'album' of pictures from my Mac photobooth-just of MEMEMEMEME- onto Faceblock yesterday. You know, just so you can see me, being narcissus, all over my apartment, on the floor, in wigs, behind the scenes of the OH so FAMOUS LUCY BARLOW show.
It's kind of making me feel sick with myself.
So, I might stop this blog.
AS IF!!!!
Think I just turned American. At last! No longer any need to worry about Green Cards...
(Which, I just reminded myself, we will be delving into next epsiode, when we deconstruct one of my all time favourite films 'Green Card')
Until next time Folks
x
Love to all the animals and people and songs and paintings
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