Heating Pad or Laptop? You Decide.

As I sit at my vintage yellow table on my vintage green chairs and type this missive, my darling 3 year old Toshiba Sattelite laptop is humming away.  Humming - or rather screaming, at almost 100 degrees.  Is the fan broken?  Has McAfee finally eaten ALL of the CPU?  Whatever. 

Point is, the poor dear can't do a thing.  Can't switch between applications.  Can't boot in less than 10 minutes. Oy.  Need I say more?

Thankfully, my FishyFishy friend has called to give me Mac conversion coaching, and things are looking up.

Back in the Blue Studio

Darlings,

I am delighted to be back home at the Blue Studio. Everything is clean, crisp, and as it should be.  The Little Man, my geriatric cat, is well, vocal, and desperately craving lap.  Who am I to refuse? 

Of course, the dubious nature of a "vacation" is instantly revealed upon the return home. Things requiring my attention are doubled in quantity and urgency.  Thus, the soft easy glow of a week in the country is fading much like my fresh manicure after heavy labor, like reapplying lipstick.  -sigh-.

Nothing, however, could keep me from grabbing the latest issue of Vanity Fair off the shelves at the local food co-op.  With that gorgeous photo of Our Lady G on it, what's a girl to do?  (Not to be confused with the OTHER talented and gorgeous shapeshifting pianist, Our Lady J..)

After the "excitement" of early August, it is truly pleasurable to feel things calm down a bit.  I know, it's that thing.  The calm before the storm.

Home.

The Newest of The New

While on "vacation" on the North Coast of California, my mother's dear friend Z says, "my dear, you simply *MUST* have a blog."  Through bites of broiled hamachi collar and sips of green tea, she schools me in social networking must-haves. "It's positively viral," she gushes, "and you can tweet about it."

So there you have it,  darlings.  At long (very long) last, here it is.  A shiny new blog, all fresh with Love and Tassels.

xoxo
Moi