Seeing Red

Did you know I take special orders?  Any color your heart desires, as long as it is sky blue and reminds you of how popsicles are just like love – take it, break it, share it.  ( I stole that from Mad Men.  I don’t have to think of everything, you know.)

You’re welcome.

Happy Valentines, Love Marv

Froggy went a-courtin’ and he did ride, uh-huh
Froggy went a-courtin’ and he did ride, uh-huh
Froggy went a-courtin’ and he did ride
A sword and a pistol by his side, uh-huh.

He rode up to Miss Mousey’s door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey’s door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey’s door
Where he had been many times before, uh-huh

He took Miss Mousey on his knee, uh-huh
Took Miss Mousey on his knee, uh-huh
Took Miss Mousey on his knee
Said, “Miss Mousey, will you marry me ?” uh-huh.

“Without my uncle Rat’s consent, uh-huh
Without my uncle Rat’s consent, uh-huh
Without my uncle Rat’s consent
I wouldn’t marry the president, uh-huh”.

Metaphoria

A photo studio is similar to a theater in many respects, the most salient being that, like a theater, it allows things to exist as they truly are – which is to say, symbolically and metaphorically, instead of mundanely.   Despite our rich figurative potential, however, the Tableaux of Women arrayed in the Prep Room today went unremarked and unrecorded by pixel or film.  The lovely gazelles and their fashionable handlers on one side, all beautiful flesh and evidence of Times’ disloyalty; while across tables piled with stacks of pants and polo shirts, we labor in sensible shoes, wielding steamers and hot irons like magic wands, with bodies that store more than they spend.  And at the head of the table, Seamstresses, whirring whirring whirring their machines, Fitting and Stitching, to make even the perfect appear sublime, all the better to lure you toward the Sirenum scopuli, enchanted by visions of what you could be, with just a few Alterations.

Jello with Cream

Today I hugged about 10 people I have known for 9 years at work, and all of them seemed happy about it, except John who said I should use less tongue next time (he’s funny).

Today someone I barely know told me how love, home, and work were suddenly lost, and I wanted to let him know that its all so real, and nothing real has been lost at all, but for some reason I told him about losing my hair instead.

Today I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner with one of my dearest friends; and we listened, side by side, to tales of survival and accomplishment from women to whose friendship we both owe more than can be repaid.

Today,  I came home after dark, and made this picture, and I liked it so much, I had another serving of diet strawberry jello with cream, and kissed you good night.

Love Colored Glasses

Has this ever happened to you?  You find something you think is a heart, but when you get it home and take a closer look, you’re not so sure anymore.   It isn’t as much of a heart as you thought at first.  You wonder if you were imagining things.  But then you decide it is a heart, after all.  No hearts are perfect.  And then you love it all the more.