First thing manana Goober and I leave on a day trip to Bellingham with a friend. We’re visiting another friend who has a new house with a view. Very exciting. Today I managed to exploit our coming trip as an excuse for a visit to Goodwill where I, of course, got lots of crap but only spent $16. Some of my scores are pictured above. I’m kind of in love with the painting. Since the photo I’ve cleaned the splooge off with bread (thanks Morgan!) and removed the frame to be painted. I also have to point out that Morgan actually wrote her post about how to clean paintings because I e-mailed her a question about it. I was trying to clean up my Edna Blair. How awesome is that? Anyhoo, where was I? Oh yeah, name dropping and bragging about my awesome eye and burgeoning art collection. Now back to bragging about the crap I got for $16 which also includes a brand new Suess and a Mercer Mayer and a frame and a clock.
Other improvements include cleaning out the car and retouching the worst of the living room- photos to come after more progress is made. Retouching over the fireplace made me realize that wall was pretty discolored with smoke so the retouching is more extensive that I anticipated and also more gratifying.
Oh, and I also bought myself a new lipstick (for the first time since before our wedding!) in anticipation of DC. I’m a la di da fancy lady now.
Listen to it here. This qualifies as more partial fulfillment of a resolution: find more poetry to read to Goobie. By the end of the year I’ll have one memorized. It recently seemed important to have something on hand for improv performance.
Satisfied dusting of hands. There is now an original Edna Blair oil painting hanging over our washer and dryer. Not an art history buff? I’ll enlighten you: Edna Blair was the friend of the mom of the woman who was trying to sell this beauty all day from her front yard in Puyallup during the Puyallup Fair back in September. We drove by looking for parking and I made Whiz stop. A dollar bill passed hands. And almost passed back except that an exasperated Whiz took pity on me and got out to help fit my acquisition into the trunk along with the Bob (also pictured). Spatial skills. . .
And, yes, that’s the basement. Don’t look closely. It’s still a disaster. But the painting makes me happy.
That’s it for tonight folks. Why? Because this is what I woke up to this morning: