Mom wanted us to ride the carousel. At first I wasn't really into the idea, but then I thought-- how many people's parents are still together, both around and healthy, actually want to hang out with them, and want to do goofy things like this?? I had to do it then. These caught my eye in line. Some things never change. (Horsies! Woo!)
The carousel is way cool. Every horse is hand carved and hand painted.
Then we went to Café Latté for some cake.
Now, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout.
Bowmp chick-a mow mow. ~choco-porn~ (Sorry.)
Then we went and looked at a bunch more stuff. Yes, it's a whole chandelier, made of dolls. It's like they knew it was my birthday or something...
Besides, weird as it sounds, it's bizarrely comforting to me, to be able to really like something, yet not need to own it. It's like, its enough to just know something that cool exists in the world, and the world isn't going to run out of cool stuff. If I ever do feel the need to acquire something like that, and have the $, it will be out there waiting. It feels good not to need every little thing that comes along.
Pretty though huh?
The talk was okay. The speaker reeled me in talking about how artists/ creative types tend to look kind of out there as a means of identifying themselves to each other. That kind of resonated. I guess that's why I like the blue hair. But she lost me when she kind of bragged about graduating from college. I know it's a big accomplishment etc, but really-- who cares? If you're an artist, your art is either good or it isn't. No one cares how educated (or not) you are.
I like junk yards and steel yards a lot better. For paints and brushes etc, I'm more comfortable going to a hardware or hobby store. I looked at a brush here, but it was $20. $20! Pass.