And then there is my room...

My rented room is small, but adorably quaint, with just enough room for a lil' creation station. The orange walls are fantastically cheery and my new bed that I just bought is soooooooo comfy. The snowflakes are a little reminder of NH- they were created on the evening before I left NH to come to Asheville, during a random art lesson/wine drinking/snowflake making party. They make me smile and remind me of home. :o) (And thanks, Rox, for the *awesome* snowflake making paper! Resume paper? I think not! Snowflake makin' paper? Yessssss.)

(I Spy: Can you find the Michael Jackson glove and the Kenny Rogers belt buckle?)

Living at Logan.

So, the first place I moved to in Asheville didn't quite work out. Luckily, I was (quickly) able to find a living situation that worked muuuuuuuuuch better for me. There are chickens out back and the world is your oyster out your front door. I can walk to thrift stores, the cupcake shoppe and the River Arts District. It's a sweet little space. My roommate is great. And there is a little bonus doggie, Star, is quite adorable (even though I am more of a cat person- but don't tell Star).

Check out some pics from my lovely digs:This wall of jars reminds me of my Noni, and her cozy little kitchen that always smelled like hot simmering soup.

Geaux Saints!

Sorry y'all, for falling behind on the blogging. Life has been busy and I am getting back on track. Had a wonderful visit with Jim Tyrrell last week, so I have lots and lots of fun pictures and stories from our adventures.

I started a new job: a side gig as a cocktail waitress at the Beacon Pub in Swannanoa (right up the street). I know I am going to love this job, and hopefully can make some extra loot for my guilty pleasures, like excessive sushi eating, Goodwilling, yard saling, buying exotic coffee drinks, and making strange crafty projects.

My first day was Superbowl Sunday, and it was fun to watch the big game and get paid for it (and enjoy their Texas award winning chili- yum!). But boy did the Saints earn that win...what a game!

Bubbles, the chicken.

This is Bubbles, the chicken. He lives in the back yard and when I open the door to say hi, he is always the first to come greet me. I have honestly always been afraid of chickens...I think it is the pecking and the unpredictable flocking and squawking. But I've come around on the chicken issue and kind of dig the idea of someday raising chickens.Hey, fresh eggs. You can't beat that! Check out this quiche I made yesterday morning...yum!

You KNOW you want this shirt!

This is a true gem...probably one of the sweetest vintage pieces I have EVER come across. It's a baseball style t-shirt in super condition with the JACKSON 5 on it! A similar one once old for a near $200. If I can fill Janis' gas tank with my earnings, I'll be happy as a clam. I just wish the shirt fit me! Check out the eBay listing (I am thinking of posting a few vintage pieces to see if I want to join the wonderful world of eBayers, so any feedback or suggestions are greatly appreciated!)

Man, I love, love, loved Michael Jackson.

Now THAT'S a bag sale!

One of the things that is so great about Asheville is that it is a community of reusing and repurposing. This is perfect for an artist like myself, who can find use for odds and ends of vintagy pieces and parts. I love searching for retro clothing, fabrics and the makings for displaying and creating art. One of the local thrift stores had a $5.00 bag sale last weekend and THIS is what I came away with:
Several rolls of red vintage wallpaper, a retro bathroom mirror, a 'Flight of the Concords' t-shirt, new pillow set, a bunch o' vintage ties, some groovy new threads, a giant faux flower and a Dee-Lite CD. Ha! That was a funny morning with a basement full of yard salin' mommas. :o)

Get yer freak on!

Every year, Asheville hosts the Fringe Freak Festival: an event where you don't know WHAT to expect, but can count on a variety of local talents. This year was no exception. The LaZoom bus (a biodiesel purple beast that I have spoken of in the past I am sure) carted us around the city to some live music on Saturday night for a crazy good time. We stopped at to see someone's "time traveler." There was a puppet show, theatre and dancing. And, of course: a zombie brothel. My pictures don't really show you what happened because my camera had to be sans flash, but the images seemed to really capture the weird. Photographer capturing an image of a belly dancing lizard lady at the zombie brothel Uh.maze.ing. marionettes and puppeteer. I hadn't laughed that hard in a while! Oh yeah, and the bus crashed. Whoops.
Weeeeee!