Today is special. My birthday gift to myself arrived in one of those lovely cardboard boxes I find on my porch just hours after I place an order with Amazon. This one is super special because I know the author, as in she herself has actually responded directly to an email I sent her last February. My girl, the one an only P Dub, has written a new cookbook, and I have it right here in my hands. Bliss.
When I first read of the Pioneer Woman, I (wrongly) imagined some sort of fundamentalist, liven' off the land kind of girl who had a reality TV show on TLC. She is, in truth, a coffee drinking foodie with a passion for nature, dogs, her family, her ranch, and her cowboys. It's probably time to confess that as a young girl growing up in NYC, I would wake up very early and watch the farm report on television. Mostly because that was all I could find in the dark at 5am, but I think some of that rubbed off on me, don't you agree? P Dub and I have a lot in common.
I digress. My book, well PW's book, is here and I plan on reading it today. Mentally I will prepare and serve every meal in it. And I will feel like the PW herself has sent this to me, directly from her kitchen. It might be from the kitchen in her house, or the one in The Lodge, I'm not sure about that. My wish is that her book reads as well as her blog- because she is a blog genius. With over 23 million visitors a month, most of you probably know that.
If you don't, then go now- and tell Ree I sent you. We're friends.
Oh, the nocturnal!
Well it isn't a night scene, and it's far from finished, but late last night (that doesn't really count, does it?) while the Mets were doing their thing, I laid down the basic idea for this painting. It's To Be Continued, but I haven't been posting much in the way of paintings recently, so it seems timely to do so.
I'm going to get fairly literal here...
The AHA in the title does refer to Artists Helping Artists.
This is weighing on my mind because I've been busy researching tomorrow's topic: How To Tell If Your Website Needs A Facelift.
The result is that I'm going to be fairly conversant about the many valid reasons why one needs to be updating one's website- and doing it regularly. It dawns on me that I've just given myself another important task To Do. There's no getting away from it.
I am the very person who needs to listen to tomorrow's show. AHA!
Certainly an AHA moment can be enlightening, but chances are it's going to result in some hard work. I'm looking forward to the show tomorrow, probably because I recognize it's timeliness and direct value to me. I'm also happy to note that the "Conversations with" interviews we have lined up in the weeks ahead will serve to inspire me without necessarily adding to my To Do list.
Balance is a beautiful thing, in both your studio and your life. I'm betting that it can enhance your website, too. But that's a topic for tomorrow morning.
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One of the perils of working for yourself is a tendency to try to knock off all of the things no one has had time to do over the past twenty years or so.
Last week I met with the painters, the tree guys, and the dentist- all to take care of deferred maintenance. This morning at 7am the exterminator showed up. Recently as I kept trying to get into my studio I noticed several yellow jacket bees in my house, and if I'm being totally honest- lots of them. Were it not for a beloved 9 year old Lab who will try to snap-n-catch anything that moves, I might have walked on by. But Gracie and I have a deal: she watches out for me and I for her. It's actually more complicated than that because she and I both have to look out for Gus, who is typically too busy sniffing daisies to notice very much of anything. We trust that he will rise to the occasion of an emergency, but she and I hope it never comes to a test.
As I was saying, the bees are soon to be on their way.
And I will be in my studio, where three gorgeous gardenia blossoms wait to be painted. A gift from my kids for a birthday last week... and the scent is heavenly. We have a thing about gardenias in our family, at least the women do. But that's a story for another day.
The studio awaits.
What a week. I can't comprehend it all, let alone blog about it. But I will after I gain some perspective.
This morning (as I glance outside to confirm that it is still morning), I have had the luxury of not requesting an Uber come to fetch me while the moon still hung in the sky. When I did finally wake up, all I wanted to do was to sit and read a newspaper. And probably have a bite to eat. Alas, I did not have the strength nor fortitude to stand in a long line at Whole Foods or Le District...
I resorted to the tactics of a teenager. I opened my dear friend's refrigerator door and stared into it.
Not much there, as she is a beautiful, hard working professional woman who often dines out, travels, or escapes to her place in the country to paint for the weekend.
I get it- food spoils.
The staring thing worked.
I found cold coffee and some half-n-half that my dear friend knows makes or breaks coffee for me. (She doesn't touch the stuff). I spied a takeout container left over from a dinner I had with my daughter. In it was one slice of good Italian bread and some shredded Brussels sprouts with bacon. I found a tomato in the fridge as well. One pan and a little olive oil, and I was in business. Did I mention the cream cheese with chives? Heaven.
The day can now commence.
I look forward to spending it with my granddaughter Lucy, her mom, and her mom's mom. My son has gone back to work, which I imagine starts with hundreds of emails to process.
I am filled with gratitude.
i thought the single package of raw sugar added a little something to the photo, don't you agree?
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