i do it like this, kimmyk

i had to stand in my closet for this one and hold the camera in a shelving unit. that's the birthday linen [i need a bed skirt, badly] and the quilt is half done. that first part consists of all of the favorite clothes i wore out in college. part two should be coming this winter. i realize this photo makes my room look spartan, but i hope you get some sense of it's coziness and that the walls you can't see are covered in photos and framed posters. i like the rustic look of the wooden crates. the red bin is old as hell and holds my journals, sketch books and books i made by hand. below is a cubby dad fashioned for us kids when we were wee. the top is an old gift box [old school shwag] from dad's sales days atop which sits my pride and joy: for highschool graduation i asked for a Rodin sculpture. i was hoping for The Kiss, i got The Fallen Caryatid Carrying Her Stone. what an epitaph it has been for me over the years. Skillet asked for a CD player. i got one the next month for our birthday. ... i need a bedskirt.

here are the two peppers. i cut them off with scissors today, because they started to get soft and i was afraid i'd lose them. i hope to make something tastey and delicious with them tomorrow. to the right is the solitary heritage tomato that survived bugs, kids, storms and being grown in a rubbermaid tub by, well, me. love the red appliances? thank HM. she wanted a red and black kitchen, so my twin sent me red towels and oven mits for Christmas. "... you do realize we're NOT that kind of housemate, right, skillet?" ... [skillet: short for home skillet. another post. ask me later, ac.]

there are three or for more buds. the next two [maybe they only grow in pairs?] are already getting bigger.

and finally...

i was in the shower tonight and i look down my belly between my pale swollen girls to see this: a bruise on my sternum. now, i can't, for the life of me, figure out how i got this. i mean, i can. i work with kids, i could have bent over something hard. [go ahead, say it.] the almost-toddling-toddler could have bounced on my chest. my honorary niece and nephew [i was watching them last week] were jumping on my back last week and i am a slow bruiser, but not that slow... (photography note: i am not a vanity photo pro.) or maybe i bent too far over one of the bed railings when i was kissing one of my elderly patients on the forehead after tucking them in.

so here you have it. we'll see what it does.

sorry, FS, no nipples. i do work with kids. reputation.

sigh.