WHEN YOU KNOW YOU’RE NOT FORGOTTEN BY THE GIRL YOU CAN’T FORGET | JIMMIE DAVIS

UPS, NOT DOWNS Chicken and veggie soup simmers on the stove currently and a maintenance man installs a new lock and door knob down the hall. I’m illustrating tomato wedges and mushroom slices and readying to head out and about for the evening. 



And now I’ve checked the news.



John Pinette, one of my favorite comedians has passed away. My family presented me tickets on my birthday to see him this May. We love to be shown the buffet! My dad quotes key lines regularly.



Enjoyed a walk along the beach a few weeks back, showing yet another of Shane’s brothers around. Carl’s fraternal twin, Sam, is here from England for a whole entire year, and he felt like family instantly. Captured some views that’ll do to see John out, the sun glittering off the water as it makes its way into the horizon only to rise up elsewhere. Follow suit and defy gravity just this once, John. Do an up, not a down.

The well stocked pepper bin at the grocery store burnt my eyes!* Had to cool them off with a little mint brownie pie, a St. Patrick’s Day promo on its way out with the end of March. 



* must stop eating things with eyes

A SEALED DEAL This is just the best- the contagious joy the journalist expresses from what he’s blessed to experience with these sweet-faced creatures so ready to include him in a cuddle. Heart warmed!

Inevitable.

Inevitable.

THUMP My most favorite of Muppets, Sweetums, AKA John Henson passed away this last month. On my birthday, there was a great illustration of him nestled in among the decorations. Turns out Bean drew it for me as an ode of sorts in case I’d heard about his passing and was especially bummed about its timing. She could tell by my reaction upon seeing it that I hadn’t yet heard, as I didn’t immediately lament his untimely death. She stayed quiet and told me about it later in the week by which time I’d read all about it. I think the eightish-nine year old neighbor kid ended up saying it best this evening while kicking the ball around with a friend, “Well, frickety-friggin-friggy-frick.” 



I’ll be off to enjoy the latest Muppet movie sometime this weekend, loved ones in tow. Composed a few images in way of accompanying visuals above, taking care to add in a necessary heart for x-ray Kermie. 

THUMP My most favorite of Muppets, Sweetums, AKA John Henson passed away this last month. On my birthday, there was a great illustration of him nestled in among the decorations. Turns out Bean drew it for me as an ode of sorts in case I’d heard about his passing and was especially bummed about its timing. She could tell by my reaction upon seeing it that I hadn’t yet heard, as I didn’t immediately lament his untimely death. She stayed quiet and told me about it later in the week by which time I’d read all about it. I think the eightish-nine year old neighbor kid ended up saying it best this evening while kicking the ball around with a friend, “Well, frickety-friggin-friggy-frick.” 



I’ll be off to enjoy the latest Muppet movie sometime this weekend, loved ones in tow. Composed a few images in way of accompanying visuals above, taking care to add in a necessary heart for x-ray Kermie. 

PICK ONE This past weekend t’was that time again. For a number of years now, a fellow designerly friend and I have judged the layout and advertisement portions of the Washington Journalism Education Association state contest. This means I get to spend time at a high school with teachers, get to walk the halls, visit the library, and often talk with students. This makes me happy. 


I love noting what remains the same only different- the art projects featured in the showcases caught my eye immediately. They were the same assignments doled out when I was in school- certain techniques to be attempted in pottery, larger portraits laid out on a grid, some collages here and colored paper renderings there. I have yet to catch a glimpse of the little theatre at any of these things which is a bummer. 


I sometimes take a photo and wonder how or when I’ll ever use it. Take this photo for example, it was shot on Christmas two years ago at Bean’s home. I was drawn to all the colorful pointy ends. Today, it’ll do, what with the judging and need for selection and all. It’s not too heavy on the green unfortunately, but I certainly am- decked out in an array of it from head to toe, over and undies. About to be full of avocado, too, cuz I’m nothing if not thorough.

PICK ONE This past weekend t’was that time again. For a number of years now, a fellow designerly friend and I have judged the layout and advertisement portions of the Washington Journalism Education Association state contest. This means I get to spend time at a high school with teachers, get to walk the halls, visit the library, and often talk with students. This makes me happy. 



I love noting what remains the same only different- the art projects featured in the showcases caught my eye immediately. They were the same assignments doled out when I was in school- certain techniques to be attempted in pottery, larger portraits laid out on a grid, some collages here and colored paper renderings there. I have yet to catch a glimpse of the little theatre at any of these things which is a bummer. 



I sometimes take a photo and wonder how or when I’ll ever use it. Take this photo for example, it was shot on Christmas two years ago at Bean’s home. I was drawn to all the colorful pointy ends. Today, it’ll do, what with the judging and need for selection and all. It’s not too heavy on the green unfortunately, but I certainly am- decked out in an array of it from head to toe, over and undies. About to be full of avocado, too, cuz I’m nothing if not thorough.

KAYDEN + RAIN | LITTLE GIRL EXPERIENCES HER FIRST RAINFALL My kinda girl! And a monkey shirt at that.

OKAY, THERE’S NO DILLY, BUT WHAT’S A RHYME TO DO? And that’s really my 3-bean sweet chili based on a recipe from a friend. Before receiving it, I’d asked what made it sweet. It’s meant to have a half cup of brown sugar, but she suggested much more than that to which I always strictly adhere. Those green peppers were destined for another dish entirely, but thought I’d make quick work of them in the colorful lineup. 



Speaking of Sweet Home, I was out on the road recently passing through Oregon, and enjoying a handful of city names along the way. Among them- Drain, Tangent, Talent and Riddle. Sometimes there was a gem amongst the restaurants as well- Heaven On Earth and The Bee Gee’s Diner, for two.

Utter delight! Housed in this nifty wrapping lies The Wonderbook of Fun- wonder still in tact and fully vintage- now displayed atop my children’s book collection. As to that little mouse, does it gossip, blow bubbles or perhaps, smoke? I’d like to stitch a few black lines into that little bubble to indicate speech, I’m thinkin’. “Pssst,” she whispers, “Got any government cheese?” 

PRISENCOLINENSINAINCIUSOL | ADRIANO CELENTANO Truer words were never spoken, uh, sang.

Bean made that fabulous wedge of scalloped potatoes to accompany the pork tenderloin I prepared for Christmas this past year. And I thought I didn’t like ‘em scalloped- from scratch as opposed to the boxed imitation from many years ago made all the difference. Sunlight poured in from outside setting our plates aglow. It wasn’t quite a Christmas miracle, but darn purdy, all the same. 



Also in attendance:

blackberries and peaches in ginger-lime syrup

maple-mustard glazed apples and onions

thymed portobello and button mushrooms

honeyed carrots

snowman poop

Is it sugar molded in the shape of a blue baby bootie complete with a little white bow, or is it Homer bellowing for one of those donuts down below … 

A moment of yuletide cheer this season: while driving through Seattle, I turned into a lane behind a pristinely kept hearse, charcoal grey in color* with a license plate containing 666 (don’t worry, that’s not the moment). I continued on, reaching the EMP, where upon pulling into the lot, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a big red fat man covered in beer. And behind him, St.Nick! 



He harkened a bit more towards the St. Nicholas of the Old World than that of a department store Santa, what with his long crimson robe and holly tucked into his hat. He waved “hello” to the nearby cops on duty as well as the rotund aproned caterers sharing a smoke break on the corner. He pointed towards the holiday wreath attached to the front end of my car offering a thumbs up as he wandered past off into the distance. 



Enjoyed some holiday doughnuts today including this nifty red-scarfed snowman. Bit off his little head and he promptly pooped out the other end in response. I was so excited to try this Kreme of Krispy I’d heard so much about over the years once it arrived in our area sometime back. I wasn’t disappointed, especially when eating a glazed straight off the belt. The melty mouth aspect is pretty nifty, but having been raised on Dunkin’, I still miss them occasionally as they ended up mass evacuating all nearby cities years ago. Thankfully, their coffee is available for purchase in the local markets and often makes its way home with me.



* While typing, autocorrect decided to correct my auto (see what I did there?) by changing the word “color” to “odor.” It being a hearse, it would seem fitting.