Sunday, June 28, 2015

I want to start a new project, and I need your help.

Remember Project Nightstand?

Ah, such good memories of sharing that little bedside table, and all of it's dusty-cluttered-familiarity.

Wasn't that fun? (pretend it was)

Well, let's do it again! Except this time, I want to see your refrigerator. Yes. I do.

Here's my trusty old fridge...

A little back-story: I prefer Lone Star over Shiner, my MIL gives us eggs from her own hens, and our little town has a new Chinese place that makes decent wonton soup. My fridge is covered with magnets, and on the left is a dry-erase board that I write the kids' chores on, in a futile attempt to not have to repeat myself. My fridge was here when we bought the house, so I'm guessing it's nearly 20 years old. It doesn't have an ice maker, and after 15 years of filling a huge stack of ice trays, I quit. So now we drink our tea warm. I don't buy sodas, so that's not an issue. 

I use half & half every day in my coffee and tea, so that's a staple. It reminds me of my grandparents because Papaw used it in his Malt-O-Meal. We now have a door full of insulin and batteries.The insulin pump goes through batteries like nobody's business. My film has been moved to the freezer, except for a small assortment of instant film. Film and insulin. Necessities.  :p

I find these photos to be very interesting. I started taking photos of my house, in it's usual state of dissaray because I want the kids (and me!) to remember what it looked like when we WEREN'T having company over.

My daughter came upon some photos of the kitchen recently, and she smiled. She said, "I'm so glad you took these". It was just a shot of the kitchen sink with dishes  and towels here and there. It's where we spend a lot of our time together.

So send me your photos, or post them on your blog so I can link to them. Don't clean up first. Seriously. That's what it's all about. I don't know about you, but I don't see other people's kitchens very often. Much less the inside of their fridge! Am I being a vouyer? Oh well.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Sometimes "real" life looks more like a painting.

My friend Marcus asked me how I was doing last week, and the first thing that came to mind was, "I think it's better to not think at the moment". 


Lately, when I meet with my photography group, I feel utterly clueless, as if I have no real understanding of anything they're discussing. As if I have fooled myself into thinking that I know what I'm doing. I hate those moments of insecurity. And they're the nicest people. Last week I blurted out, "I have no idea what you're talking about! I can't believe I even keep doing this." I got a few awkward stares.


I went to church last week. I was in the worst mood when I left. It was a mix of anger and sadness. It was on her birthday. Every year, the feelings come, even if I don't know what day it is. Even if I don't know.



Right now I hear frogs croaking.
I smell lavender and spray paint.
My back aches.
And my mouth tastes like toothpaste.


Sometimes the most painful thing is to lie to yourself.