Blue Hands and New Days

Fables and coffee sketches

The New Days Rise, Sleepy Coffee and Fables
Blue hands and Fables

Just a couple of work in progress projects,and I can’t help but love the feel of blue on my fingers. The months drawing to a close and theres been so little and yet so much going on, that feeling of a blurred rollercoaster ride thats not taking you anywhere but changing you all the same.

After almost 5 months in some kind of weird holding pattern, i’m breaking out of it, slowly but surely. I’ve spent the last couple of days sending people weird and overly emotional emails, crying over songs about outer space, marveling at the beauty of rainbows bursting overhead outside of hospital room windows, dancing around my room in the middle of the night in my jammies and in general just feeling like a final goodbye is the best kind of healing sometimes. Basically, i’m going to be ok.

Songs on Repeat:
Stay AliveJose Gonzalez
Hallelujah- Panic! At The Disco
Shut Up and Dance- Walk The Moon
Uptown Funk- Mark Ronson
Love Me Like You DoEllie Goulding
Eternity (reprise)Stellardrone
SugarMaroon 5
All I Want (manilla killah remix)Dawn Golden
Come and Get Your LoveRedbone

Yeah, it’s been a week of Top 40 hits for me, what can I say? I’ve been needing some pick me ups and just slightly mindless fun to dance around my room to so, there you have it.

Still not drowning in my coffee,
~M

It’s The Price Of You And Me- Swirls with My Morning Coffee

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Did I mentioned in any of my recent blog posts that centered around the lovely mess that is my life currently (ahem, always) that me and the boyfriend were thinking about buying a house? I get the feeling I didn’t….probably cause I didn’t want to jinx it up something terrible. BUT after 2 weeks of putting together a workable budget, applying for loans and going round looking at houses with our awesome realtor, we finally settled on one this past week. And then we put in our bid….and it was accepted. After we stopped freaking the fuck out about that, we strapped on our adult shoes (which I personally don’t ever wear unless absolutely necessary ) and moved on to the next step, which was scheduling an inspection and going through what felt like a billion legal documents to read and sign. And while the whole process is still going to take the better part of this month and the next, we’re already kinda going a bit nuts with ideas for furniture, what to do with all the extra space we’re going to have and  also the possibility of adopting a dog from a shelter. On a less fun note though, we’re also looking through brochures  for home warranties and weighing options for future home repairs/necessary improvements to maintain the value of the property.

Eeep. 

Part of me is of course, unbelievably excited and ecstatic and… the other part is eating Doritos under my desk and mumbling about not being “adult-y” enough for this yet. Its the best financial decision for us (which i won’t get into because it’ll involve spreadsheets, PowerPoint presentations, and scribbled napkins that make little sense if you’re not me) but of course it’s utterly scary considering I just recently entered the realm of my mid-20’s. All I can say with any certainty right now is that i’ll try my hardest not to end up using this blog as my home improvements project dumping ground, as there’s many much MUCH more talented people out there blogging about that already and i’d rather just go stalk-  er, browse their blogs for ideas instead. Though, if anyone out there has/is going through this process and has any tips or tricks to keeping the calm, do feel free to share.

Not yet drowning in my coffee cup,
~m

Why are the Coffee Cups So Small?- The Rhode Island Tale

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The story, when it comes to Rhode Island, could be summed up in two words. Rain being the first, and coffee being the last.  We drove into Rhode Island with grey clouds hanging low, crossing state lines with no fanfare, something wicked playing on the radio and coffee buzzing in our veins. Our slightly-not-too shady motel was at least a step up from what Kat would forever after fondly call the “hookerville” hotel we had come across in our venture in Connecticut and there was a tiny local pizza joint down the road called Kingston Pizza that was just short of magnificent but landed squarely on down-right-amazing. We ate sprawled out on our beds, greasy napkins littering the floor, our limbs a little too exhausted for exploration. I remember we watched the sky get stained a brilliant color as the sun set and hoping against hope that it wouldn’t rain the next day.

( we woke up to a steady drizzle )

The photos I posted earlier of the stormy beach  scene area were taken there in Newport, just before the rain began to truly pour down. We parked at the beach because there was absolutely no parking anywhere near the city center and we wandered back up into town mumbling like zombies, searching desperately for the smell of coffee. We almost stopped at Dunkin Donuts because we had very literally gotten coffee at Dunkin Donuts in pretty much every single state we had been in and it was almost instinct at that point, but decided against it because….actually I can’t remember why we decided against it but instead we ended up at a place called Annie’s instead. Lovely little cafe restaurant, no bad words against it except…. they literally had the smallest coffee cups I have ever seen, to the point where I wanted to ask our waitress if we could perhaps just get bowls instead, because dear gods my dear, this is not nearly a big enough container. But instead of appearing like a raging coffee monster, I sipped my coffee politely, left a good tip and then went off to explore the surrounding streets a little before it really started raining.

Our true caffeine quota was eventually met when me and Kat ended up huddled in the most gorgeous of all Starbucks just before we left Newport to set off for Boston, dripping cold water onto the hardwood floors while watching the rain get heavier and heavier. We had a drive to make though, as much as we would have wanted to stay, and I remember that when we stood up to make our way back to our car a stranger sitting at a nearby table said “You sure you want to go out there?” and we both shrugged and laughed, because it’s not like we could have stayed in Newport forever. Tiny little streets, narrow alleyways that should not be called streets, houses scrunched up against each other, a greyscale rainbow splashed out across the harbor. Newport was lovely, even in the torrential rain.

~m

Art Journal Monday- My High Gloss Fantasy Caffeine High

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I’ve had a subscription to Vogue (USA)  for as long as I can remember, and the funny thing is, most people that know me in real life would probably be surprised by that. But there is so much artistry, passion and collective effort in each issue, not to mention in each and every spread, that I sometimes wonder why it’s not a given that I would bow my head and speed off into the glossy pages every month. I seek inspiration in many hued fabric colors, find calm in the way the light falls on a models face as she turns to the camera to be captured in a perfect shot, and I fall into the story telling power that keeps me turning page after page until only the back cover is left.

There’s plenty to say for and against the fashion world, and i’ve heard most all arguments worth making. Defending one side or the other isn’t my jam though, I’ll leave that to the more informed and passionate of defenders. I just like to sit in the early morning light, drink my coffee, and fall into the high gloss fantasy that sweeps everything away and sparks inspiration down my spine and through my fingertips.

~m

Bring Me that Horizon

While I was on my roadtrip last October, I kept a journal with me (along with my Mac) and I would scribble away anything that pinged in my heart whenever the desire struck. I ended up coming back with tons of scraps of words that didn’t quite fit together, so I figured I would lump them all together and call it a collection. 20140211-190001.jpg20140211-185952.jpg

I roared through the Alabama freeways today,while the sunset burnt the sky with a fury that could rival judgment day. A blaze in the sky and crashing waves inside me, twin forces that could propel me into an ecstasy unrivaled by any other passions momentary. I cupped the moments in my mouth and swallowed them whole, into myself, to be saved for those days that eat at the sides of my heart and leave me splintered. I can make myself whole with these memories as guides.

20140211-185915.jpg 20140211-185922.jpgI want to put a pin on every place that your heart has ever desperately longed for, the places that pulled a spark from the depths of your eyes, and I want them to fill all the empty pockets inside me, till i’m close to bursting and showering you with memories.

Lets go, lets go, lets go.

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( 3 hours for ever 400 miles it seems,was my limit)

I mastered the art of giving my heart away, piece by piece,to places I might never see again, and got ever so excellent at tearing chunks of myself out to leave on the foothills of mountains. I feel as if it would take me a year to retrieve every scattered part I left behind, and I haven’t a guarantee that I wouldn’t leave as much or more again.

But there is a yearning in my bones, at the base of my skull and in the tendrils of my lungs that is greater than the parts of me i’ve left behind, those lovely bookmarks, placeholders and pauses that lull me, awake or asleep, to the road again, to chase the morning into night and back again.

20140211-185945.jpg20140211-185945.jpgThe horizon was the color of an old bruise, slowly healing, when I passed the boundaries into Texas tonight, and I’d like to think this old state had missed me and my renegade ways enough to bleed beneath it’s cloudy skin. But, I know this place and it’s steadfast soul, and one more wildcard amid all the crazy eights won’t turn heads here.

My eyes still lingered on the flush of the sky though, and I felt a smile grow on my lips and a spot light up soft in my chest while I made my way home through the familiar dusty, bent highways.

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On and on we can roll down these prairie planes and god I love to run with you. We can close our eyes, bodies full of joyous aches, sweet laughter and know love will not falter or fade, become bitter or small. We are ever so tiny, but our love can engulf galaxies unknown. Let us explore them together.