Painting your own art, in many circles, can be read as meaning one of two things: A) you’re really, really good at it or B) you’re really, really cheap. We claim to be neither of those. In fact, Rob has been painting for a few years now (for fun of course) and so we’ve had a rotating roster of his paintings on our walls since, well, come to think of it, I had Rob’s art on the wall of my first apartment (I lived on my own then). The first piece of art Rob ever gave me was a sketch he drew of me. He said he drew it from memory and from looking at my high school graduation picture. At first it felt weird having a sketch of my face on my wall, but eventually that fell away and I was just really flattered that this guy I was dating took the time to know my face even better than I did. For hours, he had to look at that picture and then repeat what he saw in a sketchbook.
Sunday we continued the tradition and painted together. The only rule was that we couldn’t Veto the other person’s contribution to the canvas. I really, really didn’t like the branches Rob painted over my blue sky. Frig. But when I painted a few blurry red poppies into a filed, dear Rob had to keep his tongue tied as well. Fair is fair.
I had a jealous moment yesterday. A “jealous moment” is when you’re in a great moment in time that you know, when you’re no longer in it, which could be days, months or even years down the road, you’ll envy the version of you that gets to be stuck in that moment of greatness forever. That’s a having jealous moment. And Sunday was filled with them.
We have a rule in our house that no work is be done before noon on Sundays. We haven’t been great at keeping our rule lately, especially over the summer while trying to renovate and furnish our new-old house.
But now that winter is here…….
During a hot bath this morning, where I read quotes from the Oxford Book of Quotations I bought on our trip to SF, I started to think about gifts – which ones to get and, more importantly, which ones to give.
My mom keeps calling me asking, “what do you want for Christmas, fila?” (‘fila’ means daughter or ‘my love’ in Portuguese) and I have yet to give her a decent response. After many, “Mom, I’m too old for gifts! ….but what do you want?” replies, I decided to just list a few items, which I found while stuffing my face with Rob’s famous bacon & eggs this morning, complete with a foamy latte and Portuguese artisan cheese from our local bakery.
Phew. I said Sundays were lazy.. but I never said they were boring.
And so, my christmas wishlist (via etsy.com)
I’ve been bugging my dad for his old record player for months now. Months! Its hidden away in his garage somewhere and, well, I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands and just wish for one. I have a growing list of records that I can’t wait to play, mostly purchased on Queen West from the few stores that still carry vinyl. Love the crackle and twang of vinyl. Just like the old days (er, the 80s.)
I have the furriest (fake) coat that keeps me warm and comfortable and cozy. My sister thinks the coat is cute, too, so it’s a keeper! But it’s missing a brooch. The deep black color of my coat would really make this lovely one ‘pop’!
I absolutely love eternity designs (loops of circles, all intertwined). It’s simple, yet complex in meaning… forever is forever is forever. This one is great condition, too, and from the 40s. Jewelry with history is a “must have” of mine.
So, what on your wish list? (pictures, please! if you have them)
…And the Simon and Schuster giveaway is still on. Click here (email entries are out-numbering comments!)
