Local Night Outing

With my siblings.

We caught a flick at an old childhood fixture:
The Lake Theater

Great Film.

I'm Ready...

To go back home. Los Angeles, I'm yours.

Tear Jerker!

I cried, along with everyone else in the Theater.

X-mas Eve

December 24th on the 24th floor.
Winter Chicago River, Perfect.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Last Night

Due to the Winter weather, most of our relatives couldn't make it from Milwaukee... But it was an absolutely wonderful time, I am so thankful for my beautiful and loving family!

After the party we headed downtown to a bar called The Paramount:

The picture above is of the Margarita I ordered, shaken with egg white. 

I'd never heard of such things, so I had to try it! Not bad.

Bro

Nine Cousins Snugged up in a booth

Snow!

Chicago Blizzard! (sounds like a fabulous mixed drink)

I'm waiting patiently till the clock trikes 3, then I'll attempt and pretend to handle this treacherous snow. Tonight is our BIG family party. I adore the politics, news, laughter, music, and conversation over drinks and food. 

In the meantime, I'm listening to....

 

I love these boys. Always a Pick-Me-Up!

Chicago Update

Ian Sketching...

Me.

Ginger brownies

Classic Goodness

Simple

It's truly the little things in life that matter. If you take the moment to stop and notice.

Dialog from: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

From infy, Love it. Thanks Jeremy!

It's a Good Thing

socket-deer

I don't know about you guys, but I need one!

Found Via*

Buon giorno!

It's a beautiful crisp day here is Southern California.
Storm clouds are lingering in the mountains from yesterdays rain.
The dogs are playing rather than their usual "On Guard" barking,
A morning delight.

I leave for The Chicago Land tomorrow morning.
I am quite anxious about a little project I'll be starting up while I'm back home....
I'll keep you posted!

Ciao for now.

'Tis the Season

For a Holly Jolly Tradition:
The Evergreen

Reflective Perspective

Lanky Teapot

Chaplin and I

My roommate Erika and I are shuffling around the house bundled in scarfs, fat socks, and blankets on this Frosty eve.

Ended Monday with Hot Coco
and a
Movie:

* Thanks Erika for the letting me use your camera!*

Love Monday!

via

Los Angeles Twilight

Sunday:

I'm a thin blooded gal.  Baby, I will admit to saying...

                                                        It's cold outside!

Then:

Coffee

& 

A Movie.

Down the Hatch

Long night of drinking
=
3:38AM Breakfast

Swedish Delight

Dance Hero

I've looked up to Vera-Ellen since I was a wee little one.

play- rewind- practice- play- rewind- practice.

I STILL want to be a dancer such as she.

D A N C E This Weekend!

Truly Pitiful

I posted a while back that my digital camera died in a very mysterious manner.

I've been bitching and moaning about it since. Who can afford a new camera with just over a year of use!!??

I've wanted to share a picture of my mother.

p.s.* my printer/scanner was broken during my move*

Soooo.... I've been subjected to use this pitiful piece of technology:

*please excuse my dirty compact mirror*

Anywho, here is the picture of
mi mama:

not having a camera hurts. bad.

Re-read:

At times, rather than diving into a new book
(which would be a wiser thing to do)
I prefer rereading some of my favorites.
Hemingway is in my top 5 "re-read" authors.
Any emphasise on the late 19th- early 20th century, bohemian, paris, art, and debauchery.
(Henry Miller...Swoon)

I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT.

Good Graffiti

Melbourne

Paris

London

Budapest

Graffiti Courtesy*

Morning Oddity

As I've mentioned in previous posts...
Every morning, immediately after waking, I start singing a single song that my dreamy subconscious left behind. *Every single morning* The spectrum is endless.
This morning it was:

Janis Joplin
Piece of My Heart

la mia ispirazione

Monday Pick-Up:

Bird on a Wire

Perched on a wire, above a Los Angeles boulevard.
Tracking life anxiously.
Time is irrelevant, sunsets fall while sunrises wake.
Thoughts continuously come and go.
I stay perched.
Waiting for that reason to fly.

This heart races when the wind blows
always encouraging flight.
I only nuzzle within my plumage gripping with ease.
The wind dies, the chance has passed.

When will this stillness crumble?

*image&artist

I Hope

you'll have a wonderful weekend!

Illustration Station

Etienne Drian
1885 - 1961