Grow Your Own

I posted these photos to instagram with the hash tag, "#GrowYourOwn #OysterMushrooms".

When I visited the #GrowYourOwn page, I was really disappointed to see that a majority of the posts were pot plants. Don't get me wrong, growing your own weed is definitely a sensible choice. As a matter of fact, for the same reasons it makes sense to grow your own vegetables and fruit. (Cheaper, you know where it comes from, etc.) But what does that say about the world we live in, where it's more popular to grow your own cannabis, but not your own tomatoes.

I want people to be just as pumped about growing food as they are about growing "drugs".

A'Merkin Show

This will be my third show modeling for Stein. It's really important to support the people you believe in, which is why even though I never thought I'd model a public wig, I couldn't say no to the opportunity. That and I have absolutely no shame.

Rehearsals were yesterday. I only recognized two of the ladies from previous shows. I assume there are a few others from the afternoon rehearsal, but mostly this is a new crop of models. They had a lot of questions and there was a general buzz of excitement in the air. It was a nice calm feeling to be able to sit back without questions or concerns. A few of the ladies were a bit nervous about their walk. I was happy to be able to give tips and encouragement. 

I'm pumped because Stein made a moss merkin just for me because of my love for terrariums and all things mossy.

I think this is going to shape up to be quite the extravaganza. It's an honor for me to watch Stein grow as a designer and to be included in her vision. I never thought when I met her years ago though my ex-boyfriend's roommate's brother that I was being introduced to a woman I would come to respect so very much. Mother, stylist, designer, mover and shaker, and all around fierce lady. 

It must be a full moon

The people I know are mad.
Mad mad lunatics. Running around, unsure of where they are running to with their swords held high in the air screaming. They are hurting, so they hurt.

They want to forget so they cut things out. Those swords held in dominant hands.
They cut you out with their dominant hand.

I wanted to watch from the safety of my castle. But we all know how hard it is to stay seated when there's bloodshed. Drawn to the smell of wet iron.

Why didn't I just stay in the castle? Oh yes, my common halls had a restless giant staying there. The giant refused to sleep. The giant and his crone disrupted the peace within my walls so I slipped away to investigate the war being waged all around me.

It was boring. Watching them lie and stab each other. One even dared look my direction and point a sword at me. I just got on my high horse and rode back home. I haven't the time for the pointless sword fights of peons.