Go Away Summer

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Dear Summer,

Please don't think I don't appreciate you, I have enjoyed your warm days filled with sun but now I would like you to go away. I am sick of your heat waves and scorching sun. You make me sweat and drain my energy. I know in February I will be asking you to come back but please don't hate me for being a fair-weather friend.

xo

Heather

Mittens and a Spritzer

The weather in Boston has been oppressively hot and humid. It has zapped my energy, fried my brain, and my creativity has gone out the window, hence the shortage of posts. I have been trying to stay as cool as best as I can which brings me to a question, how do you stay cool during a heatwave? I have been locking myself away in my air conditioned bedroom as much as I can, drinking pomegranate spritzers, and knitting mittens. Yes, I said mittens. I constantly have to keep my hands busy and I have been trying to use up some leftover yarn before I buy anything new. The mittens will go with the slouchy beret style hats I knit in the early spring and never got a chance to wear. I can't wait for the brisk air in October. Autumn where are you?

Pomegranate Lime Spritzer

1/4 Pomegranate juice

3/4 lime sparkling water (orange works well too)

twist of lime

ice

The Vintage Motherload

Every other Saturday I work at a thrift store called Boomerangs. I work in the warehouse where all the donations come in and get sorted. My job is solely to sort through bags upon bags of clothes. As I have stated in past posts I am in love with vintage, especially vintage clothes. The benefit of working in the warehouse is that if there is anything that strikes your fancy you can put it aside and buy it at the end of your shift. As if that wasn't a good enough benefit, employees get 50% off of clothes and 30% off of hard goods. This weekend I struck the motherload of vintage though I just photographed my very favorites.

The Sketchbook Project

It arrived! The moleskine sketchbook for the sketchbook project 2011 arrived in my mailbox this week. I don't really draw, that's why I became a photographer, though I used be able to when I was in grade school and junior high. I even won a poster contest when I was in the third grade! I am not sure what happened but by the time I was in high school I was having a lot of difficulty drawing. When I was in my freshman year of art school I failed my life drawing class and had to repeat it over the summer. Learning to photograph helped me "see" again and my perspective was much better. By the end of school I was able to draw again but it never came back as naturally as it did when I was younger.

I haven't tried to draw since art school. I keep trying to get myself to sit down and try but much anxiety prevents me from doing so. I feel like I will be back in my life drawing class and won't be able to draw-- I don't want fail again. I was recently very inspired and this is such a cool project, I feel that it will be good for me to get out of my comfort zone and grow as an artist. And hopefully prove to myself that I CAN draw! I don't know how my sketchbook will turn out but I will post my progress as I go along. Please check back often.

Another Man's Trash

I must confess, I have been known to pick things out of the trash. I am actually a third generation trash picker. My grandpa is the first generation and he was mostly after scrap metal to use for welding. My father is the second generation and the best picker out of all of us. The things he finds are incredible. I don't have a car so sadly I have limitations but just look at what I found last week on trash day. I think the suitcase is from the forties and is in incredible shape except for a broken latch. Considering the age I think it has faired well.

I have a collection of old suitcases that I started collecting when I was in high school. I love to decorate with them. They have an eclectic look and they are great storage when closet space is limited.

A Haunting

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Ghosts haunt me while I slumber. In dreams they make me float in beautiful ethereal gowns and I sing enchanted songs under my breath. I float higher and higher until I hit the ceiling like a lost balloon. When the ghosts dissipate I come crashing to the ground and awaken. I believe.

The Dentist

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I just came back from the dentist, I had to have two cavities filled. And I have more to get filled next month. I blame this all on my sweet tooth or in my case my sweet teeth! I love candy, ice cream, and pie. I am also partial to cookies, brownies and any other sweet confection you can come up with. Damn you, Sugar I am in love with you but why do you have to make my teeth hurt?!

While I was in the dentist's chair getting my face injected with novocaine and my teeth drilled to oblivion Bill Cosby kept running through my head. I will leave you with his very funny and very true interpretation of a visit to the dentist.