Ken is a shoe whore. There are more, but they’re on dolls. Apparently, shoes make him happy. If you’d like something to be happy about, please comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I’ll find something in the happiness book for you. It’s not quite the same thrill as a new pair of shoes, but it could be just what you need to prompt a happy memory, give you an idea for a story, poem, or blog entry, or just make you scratch your head in wonder at the foolishness of it all. I say we can never have too much happiness and foolishness.
Tag: HDH
Hump Day Happy
I’m not so great at updating lately, and you know what that means. It means I’m doing plenty of stuff that I could talk about, leaving me little time TO talk about it. Cowboys, collaboration, cleaning and organizing: These are the things preoccupying me.
Yesterday, Lindsey talked about three paintings she sent in response to a call for submissions. Because she’s Lindsey, she always shares opportunities to be creative with others, and she encouraged me to submit some work to this. It’s funny how my painting process mimics my writing process, but I won’t belabor that. I’ll just say that today, I’m happy because I did meet the deadline for submitting, and now I can go back to the other project that’s been devouring my time.
I want YOU to be happy, too, so if you’ll comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, I’ll tell you what the happiness book offers. And if you’re interested, a photo of my painting is here. You can also see a tiny bit of it below.
Hump Day Happy
Painters have been power-washing my neighbor’s fence. Lovely for him, but much of the dirty water has splattered my windows. It’s not only too cold to wash windows, but I’ve resigned myself to living with the cloudy view until they’ve finished stirring up dirt.
Even if I can’t enjoy today’s beautiful sunshine through pristine glass, I can enjoy the “Little Heart-Shaped World” hanging in my kitchen window. James had it sent to me from Flora Grubb Gardens. Check out their site if you’re looking for a unique, living gift for a friend. This one containing tiny tillandsia and lichen has made me very happy.
If you want something to be happy about from the happiness book, please comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25. There’s definitely enough sunlight for me to page through the book for you.
Hump Day Happy–Artist’s Edition
Sorry to be so late with this today, but I have been, as my mother would have said, out ratting the streets. Errands to run. Happy ways to indulge myself. And especially enjoying another gorgeous Houston day before we either get dreary weather again or jump right into summer.
To compensate for being late, I photographed the happiness book in front of someone’s (not my) in-progress painting. Since it’s only a tiny fragment of the whole, I’m hoping she won’t mind. In any case, I know she won’t sue me. She’d be afraid the court would award her two wienerbrats.
If you want something to be happy about from this book, please comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25. I’ll start dinner while I’m waiting for you. =)
Hump Day Happy
One of my new favorite places at The Compound: Tucked into a corner of the window seat, this box holds watercolors; charcoal, colored, and graphite pencils; sketch pads; angel books for coloring–one crafting location for those hanging out with us to get happy by indulging their creativity. If you want some happiness, too, please comment with a page number between between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I’ll give you the answer from the happiness book.
Hump Day Happy–Bridge Edition
Seriously? If these dolls are the true 2010 Harley couple, I could probably resist the Barbie, but I MUST HAVE KEN. I think they’re using the Twilight Edward face mold for this doll. Minus the sparkle on the paint job, of course. Team Ken!
For those who want to see how Meesh is meeting the weekly Project Runway challenges with style–and deriving one of her looks from one of my past designs!–you can see her high-end and affordable fashions right here. Tres chic!
Finally, what kind of person would get up in the morning, build a bridge, and risk the well-being of a unicorn named Charlie for YOUR happiness? Me, that’s what kind. Please comment with a page number between between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and a trio of unicorns will float through these pages to find you some happiness.
It’s a bridge, Charlie!
A bridge that Becky constructed from toothpicks and burlap string!
She’s an engineer, Charlie! A civil engineer made of hope and wonder!
(Note: I realize Charlie’s in a perilous position due to the length of the bridge.
That’s because between these books is not the bridge’s real destination.
And also, everybody’s a critic.)
Hump Day Happy–Substitute Edition
Heidi Gunn here. Becks is busy finishing a project and getting her house back in order. Knowing that I’m often called upon to fill in for the ever-pregnant Heidi Klum, Becks asked if I could fill in for her. I agreed on the condition that I be allowed to wear something from her Edith Head Collection. So here I am! All you have to do is give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I’ll give you something from the happiness book.
Also, while I have you–another designer, Meesh, is doing the Project Runway challenges with her beautiful model Merisel. You can see her “Back to New York” design here. As soon as she posts her design for “The Fashion Farm,” I’ll provide the link. Enjoy!
Hump Day Happy
I skipped Hump Day Happy last week; sorry. I’m hoping doing it this week will make my headache go away because I have too much to do to put myself to sleep with drugs. I suppose it could be paint fumes causing the headache.
Regardless, making you happy makes me happy. If you comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, I’ll give you something from the happiness book.
Hump Day Happy–Where Did the Day Go Edition
I don’t cook with grease for seasoning the way my mother and aunts did. It’s not healthy. I usually don’t cook my vegetables to death, either. But I do occasionally want some bacon grease for my cornbread skillet, and if there will be any old-school Southerners at my table, I like to add a bit of flavor to peas or beans with it, too. (Aside: After a hurricane, when you’re without power and have to cook all your food so it won’t go bad, if you fry your okra in bacon grease, even Mark G. Harris will eat it. Should any of you ever be in that situation when Mr. Harris is a guest in your home. Your hurricane-impacted home. Did I mention there was a hurricane?)
I have confessed on here before that I usually buy my own Christmas presents and tell Tom his part is to wrap them. I know that doesn’t sound exciting, so this year I decided to live dangerously. I told him to buy creative things to put the presents IN. Decorative boxes and such. Proving that men do, in fact, sometimes hear what we say, he remembered that I sometimes opined about the good old days when I, and other family members, used to keep little containers designed for filtering and saving bacon grease. Tom went to an antique store–this is NOT to say that my family members and I are antiques; I’m thirty-five–and found this adorable container to hold one of my presents, which I thought was quite clever.
If you would like to comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, I’ll find something in the happy book for you. Maybe it’ll be clever and adorable, as well. And it won’t clog your arteries.
Hump Day Happy–Wooden Heart Edition
In a unique homage to Gone With The Wind–movie version–Little Wooden Man poses with the love of his life, 2008 Holiday Barbie, in front of one of Lindsey’s paintings. Whatever works. If you give them a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, they’ll consult this book for something you can be happy about as we say goodbye to the Aughts and look forward to 2010. (Which I’m expressing as “twenty-ten,” not “two-thousand-ten.” You?)