the word for this year

I think every year should have a word. After much pondering, this is the word for the year to come.

Alexander McQueen

When I saw the Alexander McQueen show at the Met, I KNEW I had to have the calendar, the pictures were so big and clear and it was such a nice design. HOWEVER, it was, it turned out, too big for me to hang in my measley (sp?) available space and it fell off the refrigerator when hung up there with a magnet. Besides, my Spanish Water Dog calendar (soon to be available on Cafe Press and supporting the Spanish Water Dog Rescue) must be on the fridge, so there wasn't much room.

I pondered this a bit, and then I realized. My studio table has glass in some places, but not one big piece covering the whole table. Voila!!

 The picture is under the glass and the date portion is available for writing on. Of course, I could have turned it under, but I love doing little day reportage snippets in a calendar and this has now become the best place to put the little notes. Also to doodle when the need arises.

I live in a fishbowl

At least, so it appears for now. They are repointing the bricks on my building, and since I live on the ground floor, the staging area is right outside my bedroom window. Usually they just discuss who stands where and take the platform up but for the last couple of days they have been working on my windows.

It really gets weird when you consider that my bed and the window sill are just about one and the same. I have to sneak out of bed every morning or it gets too close for comfort around here.

Kitchen update

I have looked in vain for an older photo of my kitchen. Nowhere to be found, so you will have to imagine that in place of the nice skinny Ikea black sideboard on the right there once was an enamel topped kitchen table. Amazing! I got back at least a foot of open space, two drawers and two shelves... and it breathes!

Can anyone help me

Figure out how to explain to Sienna that Daylight Savings Time is over? She still wants the old time back and wants me to participate in the rebellion against Eastern Standard Time. She especially wants me to get out at 7 AM, or even a little earlier in the morning if possible. Reasoning with her has no effect. It is those sad ears and eyes.......