Visiting my mom's place in upstate NY, here is what I've been wearing for three days* (and nights) straight, while trying to finish a piece for an anthology. My new men's nightshirt and the dashing hat were christmas presents from my mom and my stepdad. These are artfully layered over more pajamas, and then buried under an old high school field hockey sweatshirt and a scarf (which you can't really see in this photo, because, for once, I don't have the end of it IN MY MOUTH). Just feeling especially sexy these days, and wanted to share. I really like my mom's little office nook, dispite the look on my face, which essentially says "I am a miserable arteest." She has a lot of my art and other people's art taped to her wall, and a nice printer that I use too often. *okay, it's been more like a week.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.” - Miss Piggy I've had this t-shirt since I was seven. Our babysitter in Florida gave it to me, I can't remember why. Then we ate cookie dough straight from the roll. Good times. Man, I miss America sometimes. Over here I actually have to make cookie dough if I want to eat it raw... Not that I do that...