Tag Archives: art and stuff

random real-life stuff with bonus art!

It’s been a busy month and a half around here, and I am tired.  Like, bone-deep, twelve hours of sleep might start chipping away at the sleep debt, way done with everything kind of tired.  But it’s all been in service to the greater good, and it’s not like I’m not always exhausted from March to theContinue reading “random real-life stuff with bonus art!”

shameless husband promotion

So my Lovely Husband–the guy who made my awesome goggles?–has been making all sorts of cool stuff off and on for a while now, and he’s finally looking into selling some of his stuff. Specifically, he’s selling these: (We like our jewelry to have a story, ’round here.) It’s just these for now, but heContinue reading “shameless husband promotion”

artistic friendship books?

So the other morning on NPR, I heard this story about Edgar Degas and Mary Cassatt, and their relationship. Okay, about all I know of Degas are his ballet paintings, and I know even less about Cassatt (though guess whose work randomly showed up on my Tumblr today?), but now I know that they knewContinue reading “artistic friendship books?”

Why the day before my birthday is going to be hard for a while

So my grandmother died this past summer. For a long time, I was closer to my grandfather, and my grandmother was closer to my cousin–this is not to say we didn’t get along, because I adored my grandparents (my love of Shakespeare comes from my grandmother, I think; my love of fantasy and science fictionContinue reading “Why the day before my birthday is going to be hard for a while”

My Christmas present from 2010, let me show you it.

So I have a husband. He’s a good husband–he cooks! He vacuums! He’s smart and cool and makes me laugh, and I think he’s pretty cute. We’ve been together for 22 years, so basically my entire adult life I’ve been attached, in one way or another, to this particular goofball (who is currently sitting onContinue reading “My Christmas present from 2010, let me show you it.”

do your homework with a fork: on safe spaces and taking teenagers seriously

My mother tells a story about me, from when I was about the Zweeble’s age, and I kept coloring the grass purple. “Laura, grass is green.” “Uh-huh.” And I’d calmly color the grass purple again. My mother’s best friend at the time, Margaret, is an artist–a painter. And one day she was over and sawContinue reading “do your homework with a fork: on safe spaces and taking teenagers seriously”