Vampire, red velvet, bone white, black cat, sequins, parties, gold, hot pink high heels, bubble gum, dance parties, vinyl records, Jim Morrison, Morrisey, California, long hair, bare feet, flowers, laying in a field, hot sunny days, lazy sundays, cereal, peanut butter & jelly, romance, red lipstick, grunge, coco sumner, ripped shorts, tattoos, permanence.
Sometimes, when my mind has been a mess all day/I'm really stressed out/I feel like a really dark color, I like to sit down and write down the first word that comes to mind. Then I write out every single word that immediately pops into my head, even if it doesn't make sense. I like to see where my mind is at that exact moment. It's freeing and puts me back in my original place - exactly who and where I am supposed to be.
Today was a super hectic day. SUPER hectic. I can't remember the last time I let myself get that stressed out over work. There's usually 4 of us on our visual team. Now there's only two. There's too much to do and not enough time to do them. And with two big visits from the district/head of all of Macy's visual merchandising coming, we're a little stressed & stretched.
Today I feel Haematic, a blood color, really dark, not much light able to come in and kind of cloudy, kind of how I felt on this hectic, hectic day. Hopefully a little bit of painting will release all of this cramped up downward energy I have built up. Something tells me this is going to stick around all week.
I have a temp assistant at work. He asked me how to spell something the other day, and I speedily blurted out the correct letters, like I always do as habit when someone asks me how you spell something. He looked at me, half rolling his eyes, half, "what the hell did you just say?". I laughed. "Sorry. I'm a really good speller. Gimme another one!!!" I'm proud to say that I never, ever have to use spell check when writing. And I take pride in that! Today he came in with a list of really hard words for me to spell. One by one, he rattled off words that he didn't even know the meanings of, and his jaw dropped lower & lower with every next word. I got all eleven right, except for one, saxophonist. I guessed just about every vowel except the "o". How majorly disappointing. I can spell hedonistic, but I can't spell saxophonist. This was the start to my terrible day.
Now, I'm home, and back in my element. Time to break out my paints and fade into my little world. I think it's time to switch up and buy some new paint colors, for days like these.
Current Listen: The Notion of Backward Motion - Robot Science
