I Felt So Bad I Forgot to Put on Lipstick

NancysNewDrawingJuly2013

THIS ‘N THAT:

Since we last met,

  • I traveled out to the rehearsal dinner and wedding of the son of my cousin Stacy;
  • helped with all the needs to be done during hell week of Twilight’s last production (Les Mis, school edition)
  • sold a house (can I get a hearty YAY?)
  • threw myself into an unplanned, time-consuming, and ultimately fantastic studio makeover
  • visited Nancy and picked up about 500 new drawings. That’s one of her newest there at the top of this post – um, yeah, I’ll be stitching till kingdom come, and honestly, I can’t think of a better way to spend the rest of my life. Her teacher keeps colored pencils and paper within reach of Nancy at all times. Says when Nancy draws, she calms down, smiles, and focuses. Art will do that to a girl, I tell you.
  • finished stitching In Our Own Language, 2.1, have based In Our Own Language, 2.2, and conjured an image of what In Our Own Language 3 will look like
  • gone and gotten myself sick (see below)
  • finished my art class, graduating With Distinction.

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FROM THE SICKBED . . . I MEAN SICK SOFA:

I felt so bad this morning, I forgot to put my lipstick on when i went to the urgent care for the third consecutive day. I have a place on my face that I thought was a pimple caused by using hotel lotion as my nighttime moisturizer since I forgot to pack mine when we traveled down to see Nancy almost 2 weeks ago. Well, if this was a pimple, it was the pimple to end all pimples. One thing led to another, and a week ago I went in to let a professional have a look see. She declared it a spider bite (ON MY FACE? eeeewwwww) and prescribed some antibiotics that didn’t work, as anybody could see. Friday morning I told Andy that I had to go back because it took way too much energy keeping my imagination in check. I’ve been to the urgent care unit so many consecutive days that they’re just running a tab for me. I expect we’ll all be swapping Christmas gifts. Same goes for the pharmacy where I’ve gone every day to get a new prescription. Yesterday was a pretty awful, horrible day, and today I woke up feeling so bad, I forgot to put on my lipstick before I left the house.

Every time I encounter somebody and they don’t throw up or run away screaming, I tear up with gratitude. Once I’m on the mend and the various aches and pains are on the run, I’m gonna’ have to devote some pondering beauty and identity and vanity and such as that.

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HOUSEKEEPING NOTE:

For the past several weeks I’ve been working to merge my two blogs. Why? Because I am tired of living a containerized life. Books, art, cloth, laughter, sickness, health, saging – these things and more are my life. Period. Gone are the days when I had a tote bag for each different interest – now my life is my art, and my art is my life. There may be some hiccups along the way, so thank you in advance of your patience. That kind of tinkering under the hood is quite tedious and time-consuming. I’m sure I don’t know/didn’t think of everything, and I would like to thank my son Kipp for helping bail me out of A Big Huge Pickle I got myself into last week – a pickle that had to do with links and broken links and 301 redirects, I won’t bore you. If you just want the feeds, try this: feedly.com. I’m still working on how to generate just rss feed – I’ll keep you posted. If you want to subscribe by email, though, click right this way. If you’re receiving this email, you’ve already subscribed, so thank you.

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AND NOW:

It’s time to take my new meds and try to finally start the healing process. I’ve missed you.

5 Comments

  1. Merry ME

    Good God Girl, I don’t know which is worse, having a spider bite on your face that is giving you a hard time, or fighting with a brain in a box that was clevery invented by a mad scientist to drive us all crazy so he could rule the world. I’m very sorry to hear of your woes, but excited for your progress and adventures. On the other hand, I’m glad to know spider venom does not destroy one’s sense of humor.
    While paying for a visit to the vet on Saturday, I blatantly eavesdropped on the conversation between a family (4 very anxious adults) and the receptionist all about how their dog was recovering from a “recluse” bite in March. The dog had had to spend a week in the hospital for some special meds. I don’t think soldiers get the kind of welcome home this dog received when he came bounding out to to his humans. Tails wagged, tears were shed, hugs exchanged, and gifts given. One happy dog left that place with a big blue ball in his mouth and didn’t look back. My point in telling you all this is to say if the urgent care place doesn’t work, you may want to go to your local vet for treatment. Never fear, a blue ball is on it’s way to you to help in your recovery.
    Feel better soon.

    • whollyjeanne

      Lord, Sugar, I can always count on you for a good laugh and a fresh perspective. Gotta’ scoot. I’m going to call the vet and make me an appointment.

  2. illuminary

    so.. is it this spectacular place? or the gone with the cloth? where do I get to find you and your art heart???

    • whollyjeanne

      Hey Moonblossom, it’s all so confusing, I know. I’m downright crosseyed dealing with this! I merged Gone With The Thread into The Barefoot Heart, so if you enter http://GoneWithTheThread.com in your browser, you’ll be whisked to TheBarefootHeart.com. If you subscribe by emails, all should be well . . . except they’re gonna’ look a lot prettier when they arrive. (If all goes according to plan, that is.) Now for the various readers (like the now defunct Google Reader, for example), I’m still working on that. All I have right now is Feedly.com (see sidebar) – the reader I’ve started using and have made peace with. But as for your question where do you find me and my art heart – I’ll still meet you riding on a moonbeam every night. xo

  3. Merry ME

    I have to be honest. I don’t even know what a reader is.

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