suburban nightmare

i mentioned that i would  really like to go to the quilting store in naperville that teena took me to. he said, "why don't we make a day of it? i could pickup hungry howies, you could go to the quilt store..." a plan was hatched. a plan that i expressed reservations about.

so, this morning i left for grandma duty bright and early. then i met shawn at the end of the blue line. we then drove to aurora to the outlet mall. ugh. shawn did however get a home theater sound system for the new and improved basement. shawn then dropped me off at the quilting store and went to hungry howies. i bought some really beautiful fabric which i, of course, cannot currently use. we then went to ikea and filled every last inch of space in the car. this is the point at which we started getting cranky. we went to claimjumper for dinner and then drove as fast as we could back to the city. we then had to go drop off my artwork at morpho gallery for the show.  i was gone from 7:15 a.m.  to 9:00 p.m. shawn was gone from about 10:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m. we were probably in the car for half that time. monkey hates us. and we hate each other. the suburbs do this to us.

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cranky, hungry, tired and my feet hurt

i'm exhausted. the high holidays are officially over. and i've eaten. fasting, in case you're  wondering, isn't fun. between the headache and exhaustion i was a barrel of monkeys today. plus, i'm overly emotional.

the memorial portion of the yom kippur service, yizkor, is gutwrenching. its awful under normal circumstances. but the rabbi started with a few really nice words about harriet and there i went, down the rabbit hole. in my heart i know that my grandpa would not want me to cry as much as i have. but honestly, i can't help it. i'm not enjoying this. i really wish i could hear his name without falling to pieces but i wasn't expecting it and bam, tears. and i was by myself. let me tell you, nothing inspires confidence in a synagogue director like hysterical crying.

i was wearing a sweet skirt though.

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cranky no more

a flipped was switched and the clouds parted. i am no longer the crankiest girl in puppetland.

i overslept. no problem. still got ready on time. i didn't however pay any attention to what i was actually dressing myself in and as a result look a little like an oompa loompa. its ok though, i'm comfy. mmmms, corduroys and sandals - my favorite time of year.

my sewing machine is fixed and ready to be picked up. hooray! i'm taking a much needed day off on friday and plan on sewing most of the day. hooray again!

lost is on tonight. tv was great last night.

its warmish and stormy. big thunder. very soothing.

shawn must've crushed some zen into my pizza margarita last night because i'm just loving life.

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the ugly truth

"Look beyond the surface of your life, dig into your imperfect self and
reveal it to us..."

i can't keep my studio clean. i say that i work better like this but no, i don't. i work best when i know where everything is, when i can actually see a work surface. currently i can't. and tidying is overwhelming. so, this room has become a metaphor for what's going on inside my little head. and it ain't pretty. not even a little.

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sooooo cute

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a beautiful day

6:40-alarm goes off. i let monkey out and crawl back into bed, taking pleasure in knowing i don't have to go to work.
7:45 - throw on clothes. run brush through hair.
7:55 - go to breakfast with shawn at wishbone. crunchy french toasty goodness.
9:10 - drop shawn at work. he's so cute.
10:00 - stop by mom's.
11:00 - go to grandma's.
12:15 - go to resale shop at harlem and touhy. find lots of old pics, some gifts and some truly amazing old nola postcards.
1:00 - arrive at home. start sewing curtains.
4:00 - hang curtains.


4:30 - dye hair.
5:00 - shower.
6:45 - go to reception at morpho gallery.
7:30 - attempt to go to dinner in lincoln square. no parking. pout.
8:15 - eat hungry howies at home.
8:45 - start sewing again. headbands now.
9:30 - go show davey & shawn my new headband. end up doing a flaming dr. pepper.
10:30 - start sewing again. an in town bag in sunbloom. mmmmm.
1:00 - finished bag. i made this.


1:30 - fell asleep on couch.

pictures forthcoming...

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a beautiful day part deux

hollis and i went to the country living fair at the botanic gardens today. it was such a crisp blue and gold fall day, i felt like i'd died and gone to heaven. the fair was pretty great. met the owner of left bank. i think she and i may be a good match, product-wise. also met betz white. and let me tell you, those cupcake pincushions are to die for. also met the creator of the most inspiring artwork i've seen in ages. no joke.

and a really nice woman with really great letterpress cards and stuff. we ate taffy apples. drank root beer. and just enjoyed the day.

when i came home, shawn was nice enough to run to the grocery store for us - saving me the trip. i sewed some more. so happy. another in town bag.


by the time shawn got home i was in such a delightful mood that i think i was scaring shawn. happy shana is a rarity. i had NOTHING to complain about.

and now, we're settled in to watch the two towers. shawn is going to attempt cheesy potato cakes and i've got a new sewing book to inspire me.

oh happy day!

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sideburn sunday

i'm certain they are going to take over the world soon.

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18 & life

i had a rough time falling to sleep last night. when i finlly did i had the strangest dream...

shawn was auditioning singers for the darryls ( which they are.) a guy showed up (with a mullet) and it turned out he wasn't a match. well, shawn decided he'd be perfect for my band. (my what?) apparently, i played drums in said band. and this guy was a total freak. and i can't get rid of him. so, at our first gig (our first what?) davey asked to see my tattoos and it turns out my most recent had vanished, leaving little trace that they'd ever been there. in shawn's corner of the world, he found the perfect singer - sebastian bach. (obviously a gilmore girls crossover.)

i know what influenced almost all of this dream. it doesn't mean the complete package doesn't leave me a little ferfuffled. so much that i got up and check my tattoos in the mirror.

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my heart is singing (youth gone wild)

#1 - the weird dream seemed to have brightened my morning by forcing me to grab skid row's slave to the grind from the cd shelf. i admit i am not normally a metal girl. but there was a time... anyway, my forays into metal now are strictly of the aerosmith/ac/dc/classic rock variety. but i was in the mood - a dream with sebastian bach will do that. and it was most excellent.

#2 - i received this im from colleen...
[12:03] tigerPupp44:'s colleen
[12:03] tigerPupp44: we sold our house
[12:03] tigerPupp44: here we come
[12:04] shanalah18: OH MY GOD!!! when are you coming back?!!!?
[12:04] shanalah18: that's so exciting
[12:04] tigerPupp44: 45 days or less
[12:04] shanalah18: i'm practically squealing!

#3 - then i got this im from shawn...
[12:12] shawn: want more happy?
[12:12] shawn: visit the shit factory :)

#4 - and then this im from shawn...
[12:17] shawn: even more happiness
[12:17] shawn: Yanni Lolis to Shawn I am so sorry- I will be paying you in person- I will be in Chicago the end of this week-

#5 - i am carrying my finally finished nappy bag. and it is a thing of beauty.


#6 - i booked my flight to nola last week. i see teena in 24 days!

oh happy day!

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like a vampire

"...the side of yourself that you always try to hide..."
i have a difficult relationship with mirrors. i have since i was 19 and developed rosacea. at the time i was obsessed with mirrors, constantly worrying about how i looked. but as the rosacea got worse i stopped looking in mirrors, for fear of what i'd see. i developed the ability to check my hair without looking at my face, to apply my makeup with a compact so i could focus on one small part of my face at a time. i still do it to this day, unconsciously, despite my skin's vast improvement and a greater (although not total) comfort with being in my skin. its kind of ridiculous.

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