little dress, little dream.
in Thoughts and Feelings
as amazon, Beggars, behold, betsey johnson, bright flower, candy, candy shop, card, cousin, gift, gift card, good stuff, life, little dream, little dress, mine, pop, proud owner, rhetorical questions, second cousin, shampoo and conditioner, shop, story, way
So, a tiny dream of mine just came true.
Albeit, it is not the noblest of dreams. Not even close. But a dream is a dream no matter how small. Or something like that.
Anyway.
I just came across an Amazon gift card that had kindly been given to me by my pop’s dear cousin, making her my second cousin (I think that’s how that works). I had completely forgotten about it, but just found it at the bottom of a bag. I need some shampoo and conditioner, so the boring and decidedly non-dream-come-true part of this story is that I found some good stuff on Amazon and purchased it.
Yawn, I know.
But.
Then I decided to just check and see if Betsey Johnson has any of her dresses for sale on Amazon. Because I love her dresses. You don’t understand. The colors she uses–they’re bright. Flower bright. And looking at her dresses is like walking into a candy shop. And who doesn’t want to wear candy? But, the price. Oh me, oh my. Let’s just say that her dresses are way more expensive than candy. I mean, tons more. Basically, unaffordable for this artist.
But lo and behold, she had some dresses way on sale. Way, way on sale. And I found one that I both like and could buy with my gift card and wabam! I am now the proud owner of a Betsey Johnson dress.
It’s cute, too. Pinstripes and roses. And who doesn’t want to wear pinstripes and roses? Okay, I’ll stop with the italicized rhetorical questions. At least for now.
Anyway, dreams really do come true sometimes.
But, honestly? The kinds of
dreams that cannot be bought on amazon are a little bit better.
Okay, a lot.
A lot better.
But still, I’ll take this little dream come true, because beggars can’t be choosers, is what they say. And aren’t we all beggars, to a certain extent? Beggars of the dreams that drive us to get up each morning and craft a day into another day until we have a life that we hope reflects them. Beggars that stand on the road and ask for twopence, a dime, or maybe–should we dare?–even more of the dreams that flit and fly by, causing us to trade our entreating, empty palms for fistfuls of tangible…stuff…Grasped like beggars, we hold on tightly, for fear that it’s just a dream, after all.
Which is funny, because a dream come true is just a dream, after all.
Or maybe remove the word ‘just.’ Throw in the weight of significance instead. Cause dreams weigh quite a lot. And life is made heavy with our dreams, while our hearts are made lighter with each dream realized, I think.
on beastly doings.
in Funny Stuff, Thoughts and Feelings
as beast, bugs, car, card, doings, far edges, guard, handsome boy, handsome boys, middle, mine, nobody, Single, single ladies, standing guard, ton, way
So, not to brag or anything so unrefined as that, but I must just mention that I am a beast.
Let me tell you why I am a beast.
I made a card for my friend. And yes, that is certainly beast-like in and of itself, but that is not what qualifies me as a beast. I put that card on top of my piano. And then I played Single Ladies. I know, I know–yet another beast-like quality of mine. However, the real beast part comes when the card slipped behind the piano. Like, all the way behind it. And it wasn’t on the far edges, either. The far reachable edges. It was smack dab in the middle of those 88 keys, except it was all the way behind them, wedged between the back of the piano and the wall. With about one hundred or so stink bugs standing guard behind there also.
Shoot, I thought.
I said nothing, though, cause I was alone.
Not that that always keeps me from talking out loud. Today, in fact, I laughed pretty hard all by myself at something in the car. I can’t remember what was so funny anymore, but I do remember laughing and then thinking it odd that nobody was there to laugh with me. And then I thought it was kinda cool. Like, the laugh was totally genuine. Nobody to fake it or force it for or try to convince them that don’t worry, I think they’re funny.
Anyway.
I tried to lift the piano and move it. But, due to the fact that it weighs about five tons and I weigh, like, a lot less than even one ton, the piano didn’t budge. It didn’t even strain. It was all like, “Look. You can play Single Ladies on me, sure. But don’t even begin to think I’m about to get up and move. Not now, not ever. Not unless you bring back all those nice, handsome boys who brought me here. They are the only ones for whom I will move.”
Sometimes it really sucks to not be a nice handsome boy, you know.
Then I tipped the piano over. In a sort of dip, if you will. Since my piano is apparently a hopeless romantic, willing to do anything for some nice, handsome boys, then I figured it might just be willing to be dipped. Even by me. I think it at least helps that I am tall. And dark-ish. But that’s where it stops.
Things cascaded off the top of the piano. There was a great crash as those cascading things hit some bass clef keys with a glorious smash. I kept tipping the piano. And then I reached my go-go-gadget arm behind it and had the AWOL card in my grasp. I didn’t even flinch at all the stinkbugs nearby as I pulled the card out from where it was inconveniently wedged and set the piano back to its usual upright position.
“But the nice, handsome boys–when are they coming back?” the piano wanted to know.
You and me both wanna know, piano; you and me both.
(Just kidding. Most of those boys, while handsome and very nice, are either married or related to me)
But anyway–fishing out my card from behind a super heavy piano. That is why I am a beast.
chance in the form of typos.
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
as card, chance, city, eleventh time, famous choreographer, grave matter, idea, Jaws, love, m street, merce cunningham, nascent ideas, phrase, slot machine, splatter, stage, time, typos, while, wild card
It’s been a while since a good typo has made me laugh. There are lots of artists who love the notion of chance and how it brings an outcome that is not just borne of our own nascent ideas, but adds this wild card effect. It’s a little bit like gambling. Sure, the next ten [...]
a few days’ worth of pics and words.
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones, Performance, photography
as blur, boi, card, Don, janes, Jase, Jason, purse, Shane, sleep, Summer Molestice, ton, Yep
This weekend was a blur, I think. A beautiful blur, but still. I didn’t get a ton of sleep. I have many pictures here, but none of them are of me sleeping because, right: I didn’t get a ton of sleep. Too bad, because you know how I love to post pics of me sleeping. [...]
beach. sister. cards: these are a few of my favorite things.
in Loved Ones, photography, Thoughts and Feelings
as beach, brother jonathan, card, Delaware, delaware beaches, fantastic family, jarna, jenna, Jenna Veronica, jonathan, something, sun glasses, today, Vern, wind
I like cards a lot. Especially ones that are perfectly square, not necessarily rectangular. Though, I would never turn a rectangular card away. But there’s just something about the symmetry of a square that makes me happy. And then when you add some good words on top of a square card? Well, it’s real, REAL [...]
