Monday, November 30, 2009

The Last Day

Today is the last day of daily posting. I was a bit of a slacker. I managed 24 out of 30 posts. Looking back I realize that makes up over half my posts this entire year. It was a quiet year.

Today was a sad day too. It marks the end of my beloved road kill coat.

Road Kill Coat
R.I.P 2009



Road kill coat's tragic end came after hugging one of these things, a sweaty one.

I'm not really a horse person, so I don't know what overcame me. I think it was because the horse was sweet and patient and good to my daughter during her riding lessons and deserved hugging. I was cruelly punished for my loving gesture because road kill coat smells horrible now. I have no problem walking around looking scruffy, but smelling like Sasquatch's stinky lair is where I draw the line.

I so wanted to conclude this month with a spectacular post but I've been plagued with a migraine most of the day. I did get a little painting in. This is an early stage work in progress, some blocked in paint and the chalk lines are still visible. I'm figuring this one out as I go. I'm thinking it will end up being a fairly surrealistic painting.



In a few hours the busy holiday month begins. Nothing better to kick off the chaos with this holiday classic, Tom Waits', Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis. Love it. (thanks Tracy).

6 comments:

paula said...

all i could think was, dont throw it away, at least donate it....

Kim Hambric said...

Its sad when a good coat goes down.

I'll have to check into that video after my daughter goes to school -- I don't want to explain "hooker".

Looking forward to seeing what becomes of the new crow painting.

dinahmow said...

Poor RK Coat.RIP

Melody said...

Going to miss your daily posts. You are a brave one! Too bad about the coat but then again nothing lasts forever....
Hope the migraine has disappeared..

Child & Mother Care said...

please visit & follow my blog.

Ellen said...

Paula - I can't let go! I took it out the trash, I read a vinegar scrub might do the trick. (I hope)

Kim- My 10 year is out of kid clothing sizes and occasionally picks out the strapless top with eye damaging bling, just because it's pretty and sparkly. I've stopped myself more than once from saying, 'that's work clothing for strippers and prostitutes'.

Dinah- I'm like Dr. Frankenstein, I will give it liiiiife!

Mel- thanks, there is no reason now I can't post at least twice a week. First I need to go visit all the blogs of everyone I've been missing lately.