Ramble Ramble

Do you ever…

• find yourself wondering if you know the person in front of you whose car has a licence plate holder from your alma mater?
• wish you had enough money to hire a personal stylist/shopper because you don’t feel like your clothes match your personality, but you have no idea what clothes would?
• wish, even for a minute, that you were a different person than you are?
• get hit with a completely random memory out of the blue–something that you couldn’t have recalled if your life depended on it ten minutes earlier?
• wonder what your life will be like when you’re 90?
• think about trying any other job other than yours, just because you’re bored?
• wish you had a talent someone else has?
• think about how your high school English teacher would be appalled at the daily choices you make in your blog and email writing?
• wonder why coins are sized the way they are?
• find yourself happy when someone is surprised by an element of your personality that may not always be apparent, but that you love about yourself?
• wish you were living in a different time period, even for just a few days?

Welcome to my brain this Friday!

Let me just say…I’m exhausted! The weekend went spectacularly well–art was sold, contacts made, business done, etc, etc, etc–but gracious it was tiring. 8 hours on Friday getting the show up and ready, 8 hours on Saturday at the show (and no air conditioning–ick), and about 4 hours on Sunday in business meetings. Plus all the driving, so I’m pretty pooped.

The show on Saturday was pretty amazing to see–and not just for the art. Oh no, lest you be confused, it was the PEOPLE who made for my viewing pleasure. There were several people who took the “erotic costumes” to heart…with varying levels of success. Thigh highs, thongs, bustiers, collars, chains, bras, pasties…lots of good stuff.

Sadly, I got very few photos of the ensembles (I’m a little too shy to ask someone with pasties on if I can take her photo), but that’s ok, because my friend Katherine got the only photo that we needed for the night.

May I present–The Best Accessory EVER:

That, my friends, is a real-live-honest-to-goodness snake. This lovely lady and her little friend stayed at the show for about 4 hours. The snake stayed put as her hair accessory the entire night! I was absolutely dumbfounded when I saw this, but it does beg a few questions.

• Does she wear her snake out in public often?
• Does this cause her problems?
• Was he as bothered by the lack of air conditioning as I was (seriously folks, it had to be at least 95 in the building)?
• Did her neck hurt the next day?
• Did HE like the art?

See folks, this is the kind of stuff I have gotten used to since entering the art world that my husband inhabits. And why I feel so boring and tame in that world!

But man, it makes for some fantastic people watching.