she likes it

pillow's done, dog's pretty happy with it. problem is, my son likes it too. the dog always lets him win.

i didn't follow the instructions entirely, i only used one bed pillow and i left one side open.

polaroid

i have this incredibly hard task at work

and i find myself trying to avoid it

but oh, i can't run anymore - i got to do it.

so i may have to stick to this one-sentence blog entry regime - but this is fun stuff and it has already gotten two sentences.

Leaving you with links i love

+ love this interview

+ love this site (scarcity sprouts creativity... i'm so sad to see polaroid die)

{cinnamon and peonies, may 2006}

izone

be well,

exp

Liberace and his bed

the absence of my beagle prompted a heightened sense of smell for all things canine-luxe.



from Jonathan Adler via AT whose clever comments section frequently serves up knowledge and a chuckle.

xx, exp

wet kisses

mini, ~e~ and inspira, thank you for your love *wet kisses*

a promise

where did everyone go?
why did they leave me a microwave for?
where's the popcorn?

i wrote in a comment that i was working at bringing cinnamon to singapore
the key word, i'm ashamed to say, was 'working"

i worked a little, like asking around for pet movers references and maybe read a few posts on the internet... i'm still in-transition, my dog is still in another continent

life gets into the to-do list unscripted
and my type A personality sometimes resents that about life
i tried to think about why i'm procrastinated kick-starting the process of getting cinnamon here
the closest to truth reason i can think of is, i'm tired

i would like to convince myself that i did work to get my husband here
so, getting family member #1 here was like a mini-accomplishment
my brain then died a little, like it needed a break before getting
family member #2 to come

and then guilt kicks in

and the action should follow soon

all of these thoughts are carefully orchestrated by my type A personality - perhaps.

we recently uploaded some pictures onto flickr and i get to my favorite activity - writing the descriptions, much like reading too much into things - and i realize how much i miss my dog, i realize how much i miss her fluffy ears and her loyalty. and now i so feel like crying.

soon, cinnamon, mommy will get you here.

~exp~