blog post #2

o, the stars are out, and i’m watching all the cuties cuddle up at the drive-in.

today’s tornado warning brought me back to the past in the basement with the kids—lord, the organization that still needs to be did. 

trying to remember the day given the haze of parenting, i’m confronted with murky walls encased in disassociation. here and there present, sure, and yet the going has to go, even in the moment. 

it was nice, last night, to try to watch a movie, or a so-called “film,” even if i nodded off fairly quickly. i put on (and got through a substantial amount of) punch-drunk love. it is really stunning—i’m watching very closely for framing given that, recently, i put one and one together (sometimes, i’m dumb) to realize that i love layout, form.

i am an interior decorator putting ideas on the page.