Sunday Already?

God, I could use a cup of coffee.

I'm still off the caffeine. No joke. I went from a minimum of seven cups of coffee a day down to zero. Zilch. Nada. And not just coffee either. I haven't had tea (except one large iced tea about two weeks ago at the bakery). I haven't even had a diet Pepsi. But today. Ugh. Today every single coffee place I've ever known is calling me. I'm tired!

Maybe it's because I got up too early this morning to tack myself onto Kelly First and Kevin's gym visit. Maybe it's because I stayed up too late last night to make a couple more sets of earrings.



They still need hooks, obviously. That design is a copy of my hamsa tattoo. The photo is not great, no? I took that around one in the morning, just after I finished making them.

And I took this photo after that:



Ha. Blur. Ree. The design is lifted from a traditional henna motif. It's a representation of God's footprints. (Can you see the five little toes?) I like it. I like it enough to have put it on one of my suitcases. Seems appropriate for travel.

Today, like I said, I got up and went to the gym. After, Dave and I went to check out an art market that I'm considering doing a couple of weekends this summer. While we were there, I ran into a young woman from Chiba, Japan, who I met at another show over a year ago. I bought a couple of cell phone charms from her then. This time, I bought a comb for my hair and a pair of earrings.





Ah, yes. The woman's name is Chie Yasuda. (She has an Etsy site, but it is completely empty at the moment. She said it'll be up and running in about a month or so.)

After the art market, we stopped at Michael's. I've been wishing I had a pair of decorative-edge scissors, but I hate to buy a single-use tool. (I don't mean that I'd only use it a single time, I mean that it only has one use. Regular scissors? Many uses. Deco-edge scissors? One use. They're too specialized I guess is what I mean.) The way I usually handle those kinds of situations (when I want some ridiculous little useless thing) is that I put a price on it in my head, like, if it's less than five dollars, I'll buy it. That was my cut off point. If they were $5.99, I'd skip them. If they were $4.99, I'd get them.

Well, guess what.



They were two for a dollar. Yes, fifty cents each. They're the absolute cheapest kind that you can buy, but so what? I'm not going to keep them forever. I'm going to use them for a while, then when I get bored with them, they'll go into the Goodwill box and someone else will probably pay another fifty cents for them, no?

So there's that. And then there was lunch.



That looks like a dog's breakfast, but it's really a homemade southwestern-style pizza margherita (sauce, fresh mozzerella, basil, onion, and green chile on Trader Joe's pizza dough). I meant to take a photo of it after the baking process, but we just fell onto that pizza like wolves.

And here are some journal pages. You can click on them for a larger view if you want.