May Pull Syrup.

I can not sleep because it smells like spring outside. and maple syrup (but thats because i tried to do a ridiculous art project with someones old bottle of aunt jamima tonight..) which is now just giving me a big ol' hankering for M. Henrys Breakfast on an overcast sunday morning.
So..Instead I will spend these minutes "bloggin'" *horrible term"* rather than hurting my muscles tossing and turning in bed. fair enough

Blossom Dearie

Blossom Dearie's music was a revelation to me when I was in high school. Her delicate voice, languid French and lovely piano playing all proved to me that jazz singers could have it all. From New York to Paris and back again, she always remained the classiest of women, and she will be sorely missed.

The caption for this illustration by Christina Siravo reads "Mr. Grumps, will you eat all that sushi at once? Can you save a piece for me?" I nearly hyperventilated with laughter.

Olle to Mollie

A dear friend introduced me to the Swedish Graphic Artist Olle Eksell recently and I believe I am weak-at-the-knees swooning. It is just so nice because I haven't been able to find many artists that I can directly get inspiration from. Of course there are artists that I can appreciate but many times I still fail to feel an emotional correlation so it was lovely to learn of him. His work has just the right amount of whimsy with his quirky color pallet and child-like depictions. It is really thoughtful work.

also.
one day.
i would like to settle here, even if only for a little while..

Ode to Guacamole Mornings

So i am here now in Syracuse;650 Blistery miles away (i counted). I have re-located for the time being but that isn't to say that I don't still reminisce about my hometown Chicago and won't return in the next coming months. The streets are wide and the faces welcoming. The accents flat like a Golden Nuggets plate of flap jacks. I think sometimes that growing up there was a blessing and a curse. There is so much pride to be had but sometimes it is so easy to settle there so soon. I am young with a restless heart, not to make too close of a reference to the CBS hit Soap series. My heart still skips a beat every time i drive down LSD, with the lake dancing to the left of me.

Though part of me feels like a pre-pubescent girl with acne marks and chipped nailpolish tapping away at this keyboard venting to the unknown, but that is ok? To be honest. I see it more as a conversation with a dear friend. mia, who i started this silly webpage with. But now that we aren't able to run back and forth from each others homes, accompanied by our constant middle-aged something bickering, eating wendys fries and milkshakes at 10 am together after a wild night of dancing... i found all the more reason to continue writing. So perhaps this was an ode to Chicago or rather an ode to pantless sleepovers and stange discount furniture store excursions. I'm not sure but i'm alright with that.

Contents of My Purse

I just reached into my bag to grab some chapstick, and realized that if you judged me by the contents within, you would probably assume I'm a seventy-six year old spinster with respiratory problems. The bag contains the following items:

- 1 ball of yarn (multicolored in the fall palate) & 2 knitting needles (shiny, purple)
- 1 shitty mystery novel, possibly bought in the check-out line at Walgreens
- 3 tubes of chapstick (Soft Lips, Walgreens, Burt's Bees)
- 1 clementine (probably too bruised to eat)
- 1 pair of nail clippers
- 1 wallet (turquoise, vintage)
- 1 ziplock baggy of tissues (with lotion!)
- 1 bag of Ricola lozenges
- 1 box of Dayquil
- 1 inhaler & 1 vaporizer for said inhaler
- 5 sets of keys (car, other car, apartment, house, garage)
- 1 pack of gum with only 2 sticks left
- 1 bejeweled cat pin
- 1 packet of organic Darjeeling tea
- 1 handwoven scarf from Iceland