These days race by. I open the doors to heliotrope and I am onstage. It's cool. It's what I have dreamed of. I'm a kenetic and entertaining and saavy little ol' shopkeep. People are loving the store; we are going to have plenty of press and are getting lots of results from the ads. We are on target.

The 2 girls we hired are above and beyond what I could have ever hoped for. Michelle, who has worked for me before at my former job, is funny and dedicated and customers absolutely adore her. Jessica, our manager...is drop dead gorgeous and savvy and could sell ice to an eskimo.

I worked alone with Michelle today and I was talking about how Marc and I have been concentrating basically on nothing but the business plan for the past two years. She, in a round-about way, convinced me to reward myself a little. She didn't have to convince much. I realized I haven't rewarded myself with some splurge in a long time.

I did today though.

I went down to my friends' boutique that they opened down the block. They opened last week. They sell very high end urban Japanese and American handmade clothing and accessories. We were lucky to find a spot in this area. Everybody is now scrambling to get into this market. Maybe lucky isn't the right word. I believe that if you throw the right stuff out into the universe, you will eventually get it back. Maybe this is my time.

Aaanyways...I bought myself a pair of HANDMADE JEANS this afternoon. Damn...in my right mind, I would have never ever done something this extreme and frivolous. Fuck it...I've been frugal as hell for a long time. Granted this may be the last article of clothing I will be able to afford now for a long time, but....uh...damn they are HOT!

Handmade in America...each pair is hand sewn start-to-finish by one person, who signs their name on the panel of the left pocket...no assembly whatsoever...old school craftsmanship and quality. It's a new small design house called Earnest Sewn.

www.earnestsewn.com

Fuck....I love these jeans. The fit is amazing...I'm serious...like no other pair I have ever had.

T

I know what mine is.

My pot is concepts, procrastination, laziness, silliness,
mean-ness, ideals, chi, faith, determination, giggles, and random flashes of brilliant sunshine amidst the fog.

My honey is the respect and love of my God, family, and peers.

What's yours?

I thought this old ad might make a good caption thingy. Let's see what ya got. I have one in mind that I'll post later. Get crazy, streamers.



ADDENDUM: Wednesday 11:15 Bella's hosting a Wednesday Night Saturday Night Shake Your Junk Party! DJ Biggie T is in the Hooouuuse. Gracie has a lot of junk in the trunk, since she's been sneaking Rex's food. Rex dances like a white boy, but we are having fun.

So I slept for 14 hours. 14 hours! Who in their right mind does that shit? My temple tells me to do the strangest things sometimes.

So anyways...I ramble around the house, scooping up dust-puppies and the remains of plush squeaky dog toys, not being able to sluff off the grogginess all day.

It's 5pm and I haven't left the house.

I look out of the kitchen window and see the brilliant gold of the leaves on the Muscadine vines blaring back-lit by the sun.

I look out of the guest bedroom window (the dogs' room) and see the sun-neon brilliant white of my old truck, the flourescent cerise of the blooms on the encore azalea, and the firey reds of giant leaves on the Alice hydrangea.

I look out my bedroom window and see dozens of huge, fat, sensual blooms on the camellias.

I know that God and I work best as a team...and that everything worthwhile in my life has come from that partnership. When I smile and act right, it seems He does as well. When I at least attempt to surround myself with truth, love, honesty, positivity and beauty...He co-ops with me.