no fancy clothes

As Patti Smith reminds us: “Take care of your teeth.”

My generation had a rough go dentally. Our dentists were the army dentists who came back from World War II and believed that the dental office was a battleground. You have a better chance at dental health. And I say this because you want at night to be pacing the floor because your Muse is burning inside of you, because you want to do your work, because you want to finish that canvas, because you want to help your fellow man — you don’t want to be pacing because you need a damn root canal.

Thanks for bringing this to my attention, Austin Kleon.   Just recently had discussion of dental histories with 6 friends, all of them post war generation and all with embedded issues to this day!  Conversation started when one of my red-headed friends was told that we are more susceptible to pain as a rule, and need extra novocaine.  Yup, my dentist had me in his chair every Saturday (no fluoride back then) and had to give me gas to get anything done.  Perhaps I was just as traumatized by the swimming lessons at the Y that followed but they didn't offer me anything to calm my nerves at the pool.  And I was maybe 10, who needs calm nerves at ten?

So I have been spending way too much time poking around the webs I encounter rather than doing any work  Today I got a message (OK, it's an AD) from Anthropologie's bridal arm showing three too-young too-thin women excited about their wedding:

   

Middle girl is the one to check, perhaps her last happy day.  Then my next rabbit hole led me to a bunch of dog photo-bombs and lo and behold, our real bride's Yellow Lab stole the show at the alter.  Yeah, there was video.  SAME DRESS.  So, apparently if you are getting married this summer, this is the way to go- tell them I sent you, I have an ANTHRO card.  But definitely also get a dog that's itchy to participate.  Or marry somebody with one.

Sadly, no dogs came to my wedding to entertain the guests.  It was in fact the largest wedding I had ever been to, AND it was the smallest for my Armenian husband.  And so it has been with life.  We have had five dogs over the years but only that one wedding.  

Yesterday I got my newly repaired machine set up, started vacuuming the floor when I moved the table out, and the vacuum died.  It's probably something simple but I am just sick of fixing things-  this one cost me $35 and I've had it 10 years, strictly in the disgusting studio sucking up god-knows-what, so I am not above checking Walmart for a new one.  Will do that asap but for now I am stuck at home waiting for the appliance guy to show up 'this morning'.  Just called and they changed my 'window' to 12-2, dammit, without telling me.  A gal has got to be able to BROIL when she wants to.

Today let's do an ARTY PARTY return engagement, maybe not every time but I have stuff backed up from the old blog.

Toronto-based textile artist Amanda McCavour uses thread and a sewing machine to construct sculptural installations that dance between two and three dimensions. McCavour stitches on a special fabric that dissolves in water to create the surfaces of thread. Through renderings of objects like sofas, kitchen tables, and backpacks, as well as arms and hands engaged in work, she explores connections to home and the fibers of the body. In an artist statement McCavor states she is interested “in thread’s assumed vulnerability, its ability to unravel, and its strength when it is sewn together.”

Wow, love this work!  Go check out more on her link above.  Hope you have better luck finding me than I have finding my Muse.  

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