Oh the perfect New York night. The kind you hear about. The friend with an amazing garden, candles, dinner from the grill, lots of wine and laughter. It was amazing.
I think it was just what I needed, to be surrounded by people doing wonderful and amazing things.
I saw some twinkling stars, just a couple but they were beautiful.

I love the library. I can have a love affair with books, far beyond what my pocket book will allow.
I don’t feel guilty if I don’t like the book, I can just stop reading without consequences. I only want to love my books, especially if I own it. The library gives me that chance. The chance to know if the love affair can last, or if it is just some flash in the pan. My happiest moments as a child were going to the library after school or on the weekends. Sitting in the dark quite nook of the young adults section and picking out books to read. It was a haven. The place in the world where no one could get to me, where I could escape.
I love being drawn into the world created by an author. To spend my day sitting in bed caught up in the life of someone else’s words. I love sentences that create an image in my mind.
The Boy is a reader, and actually the first guy that I dated that was really into books (maybe that’s why I married him). Before him most of the guys I dated were jocks. I know I am a weird anomaly of jock and art. Although not much athletic happening lately. The last athletic thing I did was learning to ride horses. I know riding horses in the city is pretty out there, but it can happen. (You can even ride horses in Central Park.) Actually I learned at Claremont Riding Academy. I went to a summer riding camp when I was a girl, but when I moved to NYC I was up for trying new things. (I sort of forced myself to do new things) And riding horses was one of them. I even worked at the stables for a while in exchange for lessons. It was a great deal & full of some crazy rich people. Like the little rich girls you see on television that think money can by them anything, they ALL take riding lessons. And they do think that money can buy them anything. (one of the girls would use her riding crop on her instructor and then told her that she was take her to court, because the instructor stopped the lesson) It was wild too see what happened in that stable office. And working behind the desk I had a ringside seat.
I haven’t been riding in awhile. I stopped working at the stables and the lessons where way out of my price range, but there is another stable and I have been meaning to check them out and get back into riding. Riding is one thing that makes me live in the moment. You can’t be thinking about anything but what is happening between you and that horse. Wow, I forgot how much I loved it.

Do you ever have one of those days were everything is off?
I got to work in the morning a little before nine like I always do and there was a client waiting at the door as I was coming in. She wanted to look at some backdrops, but didn’t call to warn us, so everything on the floor was wet because we were trying to get five backdrops shipped out to LA & Chicago by that afternoon. The fans were already on, so we just had to wait and the client picked out about five different backdrops to look at. Three of her backdrops where at the bottom of the piles. One, I was looking for the wrong number for at least fifteen minutes.
Then when lunch came, while everyone else was eating I was in the back of the studio packaging up the drops ready to get shipped and by the time I was finished so was everyone else.
Sarah had to go to the doctor and Johanna is on vacation (LUcky), so while I was gessoing more fabric (six backdrops have to go out on Monday) tons of people called on the phone. When I finished no one called and then while I was doing the second coat it was ringing off the hook again.
As I was leaving a client called that I had talked to at least ten (way more than necessary) times the day before wanting to take care of some pricing issues. (Which really isn’t what I do if it is custom work, so I told her we’d call her back in the morning. - she, the client was not happy with the idea).
Then when I got home because I was feeling especially low I realized that I only have a couple of people that live in the city that I could call friends. Most of my friends (and family) live in California (where I am originally from). After that all I could do was crawl into bed and call it a really early night.

Today has to be better. If anything its Friday.

Those wonderful girls over at port2port started this little group - bring your pet to blog. The Boy and I are relatively new pet owners. You could say we adopted her. Or even better she found us. Basically on a stormy snowing day (ah the snow - coolness - sweaters - I don't even love the winters, but the idea of not always being sweaty seems so far away!) back in March someone left a box in the outer lobby of our old building. (In the city you have two doors to get into the building. Usually the first set of doors is open to everyone and it is where the mailboxes are, and then you have a key to the next door to let you securely into the building) Taped inside that box was two - TWO kittens! How could they dare! When I came home that evening they were in our lobby just sort of chilling. I only saw one of the kittens and thought someone had accidentally let her out. So, I brought her up to our apartment and the Boy said the super had someone picking them up soon. So I though all right and brought the little one back downstairs even though it killed me. That was one cute kitten, but it wasn't Trixie. The next day as I left I looked around for the kittens and they were gone and I was glad that someone came to take them. Around noon the Boy called and said we were the proud owners of a new kitten. I guess the super's friend never came, but people did like I did and took the kittens into their apartments. One lady had taken in the Trixie, but couldn't keep her, and the Boy had told himself that if he saw any of the kittens he would take them in. (I was pretty destroyed the night before - I could not fathom taping up a box of kittens and just leaving it in some building! I was pretty much a mess of tears the whole night. I even went to take the trash down to see if they were gone a couple of hours later and they were, so I figured they had been picked up.) He called me because we had no pet stores near by and we need supplies. Food, litter, litter box, food bowl, and some toys…so Sarah let me go early and I went and bought a gaggle of stuff for the new kitten. Now Trixie is amazing. You can just be NEAR her and she purrs like crazy. She is very polite and wouldn't go up on the bed or couch until she got invited, once she is invited she'll come up when you ask (or when she is taking a nap). I love her! So again with no further ado this is Trixie in the morning peering up:

I created a new website design and I was hoping for some feed back. It there are any broken links, does it make sense? Also I am using layers and I am not sure how to make it so that you don't see each one loading. Any advice on how to stop this? Aiko, I am working on your site. We have to talk about how you would like the title bar to look. Look for her blog coming soon (we'll as soon as I get my act together!)