
I love walking away (virtually speaking) from a blog with bits of visual inspiration, and even better, some future plans. On a recent visit to Smart and Crafts (Curiosity Shoppe's blog), I learned of two things. One, Cilla Ramnek's absurdly beautiful glass mosaic floor. The way the tilework looks like woven textile patterns is too gorgeous for words.

And two, I learned of Mortified: a show where folks share their most pathetic writings from their teen years. (There are two shows in SF in September.) I can only imagine how friggin hilarious it must be! Man, I know I wrote a crapload of letters when I was a teen. I'm sure that every letter I wrote circa 1988 started off this way: Hey gurl! Whassup? How's life treatin' ya? For realz dude? Dats cool. As for meeh? Nothing much, just kickin' it in class. And ended likely like this: I bes' jet for now! Love ya like a sis, Meg
Yes, meeh used to talkee like dat--probably with my head/neck zig-zagging from side to side. Seriously, I used to mentally cut-and-paste the beginning and end of every letter regardless of the content. Honestly, sometimes I don't know how I became a writer.
And in case you're wondering what else I wrote to my Contempo Casuals-clad compadres, I'm sure the rest of the letter was about some guy (who was cute then but not cute now) and the beeatch he was going out with OR how I needed more hairspray to enhance my deep-fried permed hair OR what song from Love Lines I was going to record on my cassette player. Gosh, life was so simple...and crunchy back then. Sigh...
In other news, I recently did an interview with Victoria E. on her blog. (Thank you Victoria.) Check it out if you have time on your hands--it's 90% serious and 10% goofy.