How was your weekend? Lovely and everything you dreamed of? I certainly hope so — especially if you are one to have weekends off. I’ve lived in both worlds: working nights with never a weekend day off, and working the daily grind with every weekend off — that is if you consider having to plan lessons and grade umpteen gazillion papers down time. Um, no.
So what did we do this weekend? Shucks. I thought you’d never ask.
1. Friday I spent all day messing around with changes to a new theme for kellementology. Don’t ask. Clearly, I’m still where I started, which is where I’ll stay until I’m motivated to sit here and begin again. I’m not loving the single sidebar, and I less than love that sprig in the header. The most productive aspect of Friday was sitting on my exercise ball.
2. If you’re up on your short hair science, then you realize it’s the end of the month, and that means more than paying bills around here. It means I post a featured recipe full of carbs and fat, prettied up for the show. This is how it works. Picture a gallery where everyone was asked to use the same medium to create a piece of art of the same scene. Their only option for variety is the way in which they present their work. Then, all the artists show up to oogle each other’s creations, admiring unique creativity and raw talent. It’s pretty amazing. Everyone has a lot of fun 99.9% of the time, but recently, there has been the tiniest bit of scandalous snarking going on. That’s pretty rare in FoodLand, though, and I do have to say that it feels a bit like junior high girl clique crap. So, I had a good laugh over it and moved along. Life’s too short to snark in FoodLand. But here? That would be why I have two blogs. So yes, I’ve been in FoodLand this weekend making these, which were featured here, which is always nice. It’s sort of like getting an A+ on my report card or something.
This would be a good time to answer a question that Tempered Woman had of me. In my last post, she mentioned that she was “having a hard time aligning the Kelly from kellementology with the Kelly from Sass & Veracity. What is going on with you girl?” Funny you should ask, and I’ll try not to blather on about this (liar, liar, pants on fire…)
*queue violins* But when I started blogging a year ago, I began here. Writing is something I’ve always enjoyed and from time to time, felt compelled to do. When I’m not actually writing, I’m writing in my head. Really. Characters are born and engage in conversation. Story first lines are created. Personal narratives unfold. I couldn’t prevent it if I wanted to. Now, have I done anything with any of my writing except for take up space in the bloggosphere? Um. No. I’m working on that. Really. I’m not a sit down and get it done type of person. I’m more of a marinate fully covered over night in the fridge type. And speaking of marinating…How’d you love that segue? Slick, huh?
Another passion of mine is cooking. Um, duh? And although I make fun of being a foodie, and talk about eating, I do know that it’s the process I enjoy most. It’s not any different than loving gardening, or crafting or shopping…(just seeing if you’re still paying attention…) It’s a passion. But when I began to write here, I noticed almost immediately that I wouldn’t be able to do everything I wanted with this site — like, I had a plan? So I needed to start a food site, too. Notice that I said need. That’s exactly what it felt like. And that was pretty shaky at first, because I didn’t have a solid focus (so what else is new?) couldn’t take food photos for crap, so have had to learn by trial and error. And I also struggled to find my “voice” there, beginning with a similar tone to the one I use here, but feeling uncomfortable about it, and not enjoying it. That has changed. I realize that food is connected to stories for me, often of growing up. They’re inseparable. So there you have it. I’m not exactly sure what it is you have, but still. Not quite as exciting as an evil twin.
Back to the weekend…
3. (Hell, am I only on three? Jeez. Whattawindbag.) Saturday, I went to one of those Garden Walks with my VBF after I made my non-diet food above. She had tickets, it was a gorgeous day, and we meandered in and out of gardens and houses, gawking at plants, and patios, and stairs with a zebra print runner. No, we did not have straw hats with flowers. We treated ourselves to lunch afterwards, and then I came home feeling like I needed to be more like Martha, so finally planted some posies I bought a week ago that have patiently waiting for me to stick them in the ground. Then I finished those sin on a stick desserts, and the MoH and I went for a walk down by the water, enjoying the wind generated by the Santa Ana. It was glorious.
4. Sunday was The Day in FoodLand, so I always get up early on The Day, and because I have procrastination honed to an art form, I did my writing then, noticing that it was really heating up weather-wise. By 10:30 it was 90 degrees here. Too Hot. Too still. Almost suffocating. But I got my food writing done while enjoying my coffee and devouring sampling one of my creations all the while sitting on my ball — and if that doesn’t present a stoopid image in your brain nothing will — then did a bit of site hopping so I could drool on everyone else’s creations. The only thing that would make it more fun is being able to taste everybody’s food. And wine, of course. Dessert wine, okay? Well, not in the morning. That is pretty gross now that I think of it. After noon, maybe?
But Sunday wasn’t close to being done because the MoH and I ventured to Little Italy for Art Walk 2008, making its fourth appearance. We love art walk. It’s a great place to enjoy a unique neighborhood in San Diego, meet new artists, and talk to them about their work, then hit the pub for some fish & chips. This year, we met Dave Sisk who makes amazingly intricate masks of gourds. We also met Duke Windsor who paints local scenes one may not consider a focus for art, but they’re full of color, intricate detail, and they’re beautiful.
It was beyond hot, though, and I don’t function that well in the heat. Regardless, it was enjoyable as usual, and we didn’t come home empty handed. I treated myself to a new painting for my bedroom with some of my busy season earnings. I couldn’t resist because I love water birds and the artist had it marked down. Okay, so I would have been compelled to purchase it anyway, because I loved it. It’s perfect, with shimmering light blues against the dark, and pieces of rust adding texture and rich contrast to the whole. *sigh* Heidi Haga explained that although she loves the darker colors in this piece featuring two American White Ibises, she’s shifted her focus recently, to keep the pieces she is showing thematically connected. Lucky me!
Now I have to change my whole bedroom around.
Don’t try to make sense of any of it.
Just know I’m smiling.