This morning I looked down at my cup holder and saw a fishing license and bait. More than a few years ago the fish eggs in my life were elegantly plated up with some toast points, creme fraiche and onion. Yes, we were young with expensive tastes, but in LA we also sourced a great Russian deli in West Hollywood to buy caviar in bulk: cheap.
Anyway, I'm in the woods now. Fishing and antsy to get on the lake this morning. My pink, satin, high heeled, boots are long gone (Jenny B Lusty and Mere-D you remember those?!) and now I'm discussing the benefits of Merrells vs. Naots. I'm happy. I've changed. I'm the same that way.
I always make room for change. If you think you've got me on lock, you've got me all wrong.
This is my last post on this blogging format. I'm off to go work on the new site in earnest and will return soon; me but different.
"You've Got Me All Wrong" 6" x 6" Mixed Media on Canvas