Bathroom Update

Remember when we got our bathroom did?


For the most part it was as if our landlord was reading my mind. The lovely tiles with dark grey grout, the ambient blue/green wall color, oh, just about everything was wonderful.

Except this vanity he picked. I like its basic shape, but it’s topped with a beige marble limestone combo slab that matches nothing else. I balanced it out in the beginning with a tissue box and other accessories that sort of brought all the colors together, but Honeybee got sick and we used all those tissues and I don’t know. Meh.

vanity and tiles

Adding insult to injury, this vanity wasn’t so well made. Honeybee dropped a cup (an everyday regular plastic, not glass cup) in the sink and it cracked! He felt so bad about it, too. Oftentimes he’ll be just going about his business, then “hulk out” and break something. I usually make fun of him to no end. How’d that glass get broken, babe? I don’t know, I was just holding it. Hulking out! But this time I resisted. Having to explain to the landlord that we’d more than completely broken-in this bathroom he so kindly built for us sucked. We like to be good tenants. 

Turns out that this vanity is an all-in-one sort of deal. They don’t make replacement sinks that fit, so the whole thing’ll have to be replaced. [No wonder our landfills are overrun.] To the tune of $360. Ouch.

Landlord isn’t so sure, though. He took some measurements and is weighing the options of a do-it-himself sink gutting versus getting a new, probably different, vanity all together. We’ll see how it goes.

In the meantime here are some other things happening in there:

weird mirror

My Heart, She Hangs is a mixed media work of art by yours truly. I love its reflection and how the grey of the backing planks and the blue-green of the wall color work together. Serene. I don’t know about this mirror, though. When I clean it the weird antique-y paint stuff comes off. Oh, but isn’t she sweet?!

My Heart, She Hangs

We moved our corner shelf to the other side of the shower on account of Matt hulking out. Ahem.


And here, behold the outlandishness! Matt asked, very nicely, mind you, for a picture of cleavage for bathroom. Um, what? I don’t think so. But, like I said, he asked very nicely. He also commissioned a photo shoot, shot and edited the photo and framed it himself. Cleavage as the ultimate motivation? Clearly. Okay, fine. But then he put speakers in there for iPod plugability. Not as cute. I’m thinking of having my way with them. 

oobies and speakers

My way, of course, involving paint. 🙂

We’ll see where the bathroom goes from here. Either way, I can’t say enough about the wonders of its convenience. And, so, I call it a victory.

Hehe. Cleavage.




What It’s Been

I’m painting a piece on a bright blonde sheet of plywood. It’s one of those paintings that is able to jump out at me and be captured versus me imposing an image. Something natural. So far the strokes are in straightish lines on a gradient scale of blue. The darkest lines meet as oceanic parenthesis and there emerges a toothless skull with hand bones cupped around the ears: a skeleton howling.

Paintings in progress are to be within easy eyesight at my house so that I’m always working on it–if only a little bit. Out of sight, out of mind and whatnot.

So, everyday I see this image in the painting waiting to be brought into the shadows with rich color. I sit down to do my homework, Skeleton’s howling. I come back from doing the dishes, Skeleton’s hallowed eyes are a’lurking. Not quite haunted, but almost.

What I’m saying is, I really want to be painting. And writing. And singing. And planting seeds. And doing push ups. But I don’t have that kind of time these days. Essay after solo after scale degree after essay, this semester had been making an impression upon the crook in my neck. I was stressing. Of course stressing out about things doesn’t make anything better. Of course that really only inhibits your ability. Happy brains work better. Obviously, of course. Because, duh. And I knew that. But I was doing it somehow anyway. Letting myself down and beating myself up. Yeah, fuck that.

Getting over a little cough, too.

Just saying.

Yesterday I had a major piano click moment. Sploosh! Somehow there’s a new level of comfort in my fingers and they are keen to play. And I realized, too, that I’ve officially gotten my money’s worth out of my music classes so far. The question that I had when I began college has been answered and that’s badass considering the challenges so far. And it’s mind-bottling to consider I’m only two semesters deep. Yipes!

That said, I’m having a lovely time. People have a way of brightening the world.

We shine.

Neophyte News

According to the word of the day is neophyte. I’ve always liked that word, though rarely use it. At least internally, no one wants to be a novice. Everyone wants to know what they’re doing and that’s the one thing we can’t have without practice. All we can do is try and trust that we’ll figure things out eventually.

I’ve been thinking about this concept a lot lately as there are quite a few things I’m determined to accomplish. New undertakings include singing in a band, opening a business, yoga and meditation. Add to that the new job I’m ahunting for and I’m a busy, busy Bri. When I look through my ever growing to-do lists I get a bit nervous, but never before has every shiny dream been so close to these eager fingertips. And no matter how caught up I might get, the truth is as Donovan says, “you can have everything if you let yourself be.”

In the meantime count me among the other neophytes trying, practicing and occasionally making mistakes.

But never, ever giving up.