The Moldy Doily

heartbroken

I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen and was greeted by my pal Largent. He followed me into the bathroom where he collapsed into my lap.  Weirdly I felt like we had a "moment" .  He seemed relieved that I had woke up.  The past few days he had barely eaten his food, and seemed to retreat to one spot.  Justin and I had decided maybe he was sick, and figured we should take him to the vet.  We put him in the carrier today, and sat in the waiting room with other cats in distress.  He calmly stood there and occasionally pushed his face into my fingers as I tried to comfort him.  When the nurse called us back, Justin thought I might be too emotional to go in so I stayed in the lobby.  (I tend to get anxious when it comes to our cats in cages and such)  After 40 minutes, he asked me to come back into Largent's room.  Our cat was not there, and I was informed they were doing an X-ray and then blood work.  About 10 minutes later the doctor came in and said that he couldn't explain why Largent's condition had deteriorated so quickly but that he was barely breathing on his own and that his organs seems stressed.  I don't remember much else about what he was explaining, I just know that he was saying in so many words, he's probably not going to make it through this.  I just kept thinking I was letting him down. He was such an emotional cat and I wanted him to know that I was there.  When the doctor asked if we wanted to see him again before we left, we looked at eachother for a moment before replying.  Truthfully I was so scared, not knowing what state he might be in.  But I knew there was no way I was leaving without petting him one last time.  Laying on the table with tubes down his throat he looked at me, and I couldn't help but start crying.  This cat, named after a Seattle Seahawks football star...was the reason that my husband and I became close.  We adopted him together and we moved in together so that our cats would have company.  He was from a shelter and had obviously been abused physically and emotionally.  He had half a tail and abandonment issues.  We loved and adored him and would often remark that he won the "cat lottery" with owners like us.  When we moved out here to the desert he was so happy.  Always staring at the birds outside. I would like to think that there was nothing I could've done today to save him.  I cannot stop sobbing and thought posting these pictures might make me feel better.

   

He really loved to bury his face into the kitchen table and take naps

sorry some of these are sideways...

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I am going to remember your fascination with shoes and feet.  The way you would bury your face in the bottom of a shoe and go to sleep.  I am going to remember the way your little toes trotted across the wood floors like tap shoes.  I'm going to remember the way you loved the sunshine.  I will always picture you rolling on your back near the window practically smiling.  Hoping you know how much we loved you.  R.I.P Largie.

the Wake Up

Sadly I can't even remember the last time I posted on my blog!  But so many things have happened since, It has been one incredibly busy year working as the Costume Designer for 90210, getting married, and buying our first home. I have been exhausted! And I've missed posting on the Moldy Doily. I've been stockpiling images and cool things to share with you for months and months...but alas haven't had the time to post.  Tomorrow I am driving up to Los Angeles to have a big MOVING away sale with all of  my old Show Pony friends.  The event is being held in the courtyard of 1520 Space near Urban Outfitters.  Here's the SHOW PONY Gypsy sale info

I am getting rid of clothes, artwork, fun home decor and more!  I am getting rid of about 75% of my belongings, and am so happy about the BIG move to Yucca Valley near Joshua Tree.  I have been slowly getting our new house together and can't wait to start making artwork with my time off.  The new art space has a huge window that faces the desert, and olive trees.  Here are some images of what it looks like...

This is the guest bedroom!  So relaxing and it faces the whole desert landscape.  There is also a cute porch attached to the front of the guest room with its own door.  I have been having so much fun potting plants and repainting furniture.





We went into town today and found a cool flea market, and scored these 1950's wood chairs.  They needed a good sanding, staining and then reupholstering.  I LOVE the way they came out.

I love all the antique shops here in town.  here's some pics I took while exploring...




I finally feel like my brain is rebooting.  I often wonder how to get started with all the things I have been putting off doing.  I like this new feeling of being lighter.  There has definitely been a great lift coming out here, less distractions.  It was hard to empty that house these past few weeks, so many memories there in Echo Park for me.  I found boxes of photos, past art show flyers, destroyed garments buried in boxes and was flooded with memories.  While getting gas across the street from my old apartment, I couldn't help but stare up at the old fire escape and reminisce about my old friends...most who have moved away by now.  It's strange getting older, being inspired by new things- and new places.  It's good to finally be in a place where I can sit down and share all of the images I took this season.  I look forward to these quiet days ahead, I've missed this.

the big followup

So let's just admit that I am awful with time management lately.  Or perhaps my lack of blog posts has been because I have zero free time to manage.  If I am not shopping for the t.v. show I work on, then I am doing fittings, standing on set, researching clothing lines, stuck in traffic or sleeping.   Life is good.  On the plus side, I am working so much that I don't even have time to spend money or deposit my paychecks...so I am sort of stockpiling deposits for the bank.  I will try to best sum up the past month or so for you all.  First of all that Current Affair Sale was amazing.  I swear the booths were packed with multi levels of awesome.  I scored a hand painted clutch purse and a mossy green giant avant garde thin jacket with enormous pockets from SCOUT.  I will try to take pics of them for you to see!  

poor Laura had an awful Steaming injury preparing clothes for the sale...it looked like the E.R. might have been a good idea. If you get squeamish easy-scroll down to avoid this insane burn bubble

Designer Maxine Dillon!

After the Current Affair sale I was exhausted.  Hauling racks of clothes on my day off is not really on my list of favorite weekend activities.  I mustered enough energy to attend the L.A. ladies choir event at FAMILY book store.  My pal Cynthia invited us, and we wanted to show our support.

Here I am sporting my new bangs, which I have realized are quite the commitment.  No one told me that I would have to actually buy a dryer and use products to keep them down.  I realize that I miss my old messy tumbleweed hair after all.  Something about no style is appealing to me as I get older and wiser.  I don't like waking up with giant winged bangs.  My pal Laura decided to dye her dark brown locks and make them ash blonde.  It's a cool new change

Becky Stark and Aska are the founders of the lovely ladies choir.  The place was packed.  

Back at work we have been shopping for lots and lots of fabulous dresses and shoes for the cast of 90210.  It's been a whirlwind season and we are almost half way done with season 3.  It's been great going on location and watching how all the components come together from the various departments.  These Valentino shoes were magical

isabel marant stone pebble cuff

my friend Annakim has been wearing the vampire t-shirt I made for her around town.  Doesn't she look awesome!?

Other than working all the time, I've been enjoying my new married home life.  The hubby and georgie boy have been spending loads of time together.  Check out the latest pics of these two guys


lastly...Mr. H and I went back out the desert to explore sweet getaway homes and fell in love with an all new spot.  As you may recall the last one we fell in love with fell through.  We had fallen hard for that spot with the kidney shaped pool and hot tub and magical views, but the owner decided to take it off the market.  They say everything seems to happen for a reason and now we have stumbled upon a whole new place that has a cool creative energy.  Fingers crossed that we land this adorable abode so that we can disappear out of L.A. when we need rest and relaxation.  Here's a sneak peek at the new place-

VIEWS for miles and miles

I am dying to sit on the porch and drink coffee and make artwork in the garage without any distractions.  Well, I wouldn't mind a visit from a roadrunner or rabbit.

CAT power

Looks like CAT POWER is everywhere lately! look at the cool cover of the new Chelsea mag:

p.s. here's the progress on my new haircut and new BANGS!  next up making it a little more FALL- darker?

Birthday BOY!

 Hard to believe I saved this guy from a high kill shelter only 3 years ago!  It seems like we've been together forever.  Here's the link from my first post when I met him: Georgie Boy!  June first 2007 was his official move in day, and the vet guessed his age back then to be around 8 years old.  So that means my little friend is about 11.  Everyday he amazes us and makes us laugh.  He follows us from the minute we wake up and curls up in our laps the second we sit down.  He comes trotting down the hall when called, and can hear a snack bag open, even while asleep on another level.  

 
 
 I will admit that I have been a little jealous since Georgie has fallen madly in love with my husband and prefers his lap over mine.  They hang out and watch t.v. together like old pals.  Cat nip cake is being prepared,  and since he already receives the "king" treatment everyday, it will be hard to top our usual fanfare.  This is what I caught him doing on his big birthday...

 
 
 

more illusive than Bigfoot?: the unicorn

 

 
 So the past few weeks have been a colorful BLUR to say the least.  I have been in a bunch of awesome group art shows (above is the SCION Rooms show which runs til may 15th)  After that one I had to gear up for my trip to SF for the closing party at Candy Store Collective.  My cohort in crime Marcella drove all the way from L.A.!

 

too bad we didn't have more time to shop around this cool city. 
 
 
 Candystore Collective had the coolest work staff and was way bigger than I imagined. They had my art banners in their front windows!  I of course forgot to take a picture of that, but trust me it looked super from the street.

 

cool kitty about to eat marcella
 

this candystore collective employee sort of matched the colors in the art work
  
 
 
 
 The shop owner above: Jennifer!  Let me just say that closing party night was FAB.  They created a drink called "the Buzzelli" which was part Vodka + Aperol + Lychee syrup- lime juice and ice- yum.  So many of my old friends who have migrated to SF came by to visit.  I also got to meet some rad fans of my artwork and sign some prints. The entire room was filled with sweet, smart and lovely ladies from San Francisco.  When my pal Marcella mentioned to the locals she had considered moving up there, the response was overwhelming.  "Are you crazy! if you are single you will have the hardest time finding a man here"  Or "check out this crowd, notice 24 cool creative woman for every one man .  One of her pals admitted that most men were either already dating, gay, a douche in the dot com field or married.  We thought this was all very funny, and kept trying to spy local men who appeared "available".  As the night progressed we noticed that the single straight men did have a smug expression when spotted...as if muttering aloud " that's right ladies, you practically just spotted a unicorn"  It was like that scene in Xanadu where the ladies escape from the mural, but in this version there were only 12 single attractive men leashed into the scene and if you were lucky you might spot or land one. (made me grateful to be so lucky in love)

   

Jennifer and I meeting was pretty cosmic.  We are both Scorpios, both own (owned) boutiques with similar vibes, believe in Ghosts, love organic and precious knick knacks, and have low patience levels.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 It was fun to fly up to another city for less than 24 hours and try to pack in some nightlife and fun.  We ended up walking around and eating late night burritos as big as my arm.  At the end of the evening I ventured to the East Bay with Jennifer to stay at her amazing house.  And when I say "amazing" I mean drop dead stunning home that should be used daily for photo shoots and relaxing dinners.  Her place was even featured in the San Francisco chronicle HERE

Sleeping in a lovely room with a cute 60's fireplace that has a light up psychedelic log and enormous cloud like comforter was like heaven.  I wanted to stay in that house forever. And I must admit it was the first time I could picture living in a mid century style home and desired building one just like it someday...

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 this amazing head dress was from a bride (some exotic travel purchase)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 anyway, the pictures speak for themselves- this place is crazy amazing.  And Jennifer is the best hostess, with obviously mad personal style.  It was hard for Marcella and I to hit the road and leave the backyard with sweet smelling jasmine.  But we had Anderson's to look forward to, the rest stop diner with the funny pea soup billboard

 
 
   

MY goodness, this drive is so pretty!  We had the best time listening to satellite radio new wave classics and cruising.  When we left Anderson's famous pea place- we accidently entered the wrong freeway ramp and were headed in the wrong direction for 15 minutes, ha ha.
 

  
 seems we might have to take more fun road trips out of L.A. in the future.  although it was fun up in SF, I will confess It was nice to return home to these handsome faces on Friday.

 
 
 
 

this monday- I take the fiance home to OHIO to meet the family!

pet empire

The boys have been enjoying their leisure time in the new home.  They spend days slumbering in the window sunshine and playing hide and seek.  Occasionally they invite their canine pal Carlos over for some t.v. time. They have accepted him into their snug circle because "for a dog" he is pretty cool and plays with cat toys too.

 

 
 
  

 
 

 It amazes me every day how lucky we are to have such strange and entertaining creatures as pets.  

 

all that sparkles

 This past week I had the pleasure of attending the annual Costume Designer's Guild Awards.  The event was at the lovely Beverly Hilton Ballroom.  The sponsor was Swarovski Crystal, and let me confess they delivered one incredible night.  The Master of Ceremonies was Parker Posey (who made everything super fun) She changed 3 times during the night, each time outdoing the last ensemble. 

 
 Parker Posey, along with costume designers Bonnie Nipar, and Emma Trask

The evening was so awesome!  So many incredible designers in one place, all being celebrated and honored.  My favorites sitting mere tables away...Audrey Fisher from True Blood, Lou Eyrich from Glee, Janie Bryant from Mad Men, Sandy Powell (Young Victoria, Velvet Goldmine! Orlando, Gangs of New York- the list of her incredible designs in films goes on and on and on) Also receiving an award that night was darling actress EMILY BLUNT. I adore her performances in so many movies.

 such fun sitting at my table with Jonny(skingraft designer) and my cohort Frank. The show had lots of great film montages and presenters (Loni Anderson, Nancy Sinatra, Nicole Kidman, Alan Cumming, Eddie Izzard, Kristen Bell & many more)

   
  

 
 Frank looked awesome wearing my fancy vintage dangle rhinestone earrings. Which I may add were super painful, what were women thinking back then?  I also ended up wearing an unbearably painful fitted strapless dress that made me look like a striped sausage. Below: lovely Valerie and Ryan

 

The evening had many moments of inspiration!
 

 
 
 
 Above: Swarovski crystal creation for the movie "9"

  

 
 Emily Blunt's amazing yellow dress from "Young Victoria"

 

Above- Valerie and Inka with "Precious" Costume designer Marina (center). I was giddy to meet Sandy Powell (Velvet Goldmine)She has effortless personal chic style. While I on the other hand look absolutely dreadful next to her, ha.  Can this dress make me appear any more bloated?

 
 This past Sunday Swarovski Crystal hosted a lovely brunch/ presentation featuring their new materials for costume designers. The meet and greet between guild members was such an enjoyable way to hear what is happening behind the scenes and get great advice for future projects.  I was super excited by all the wonderful Swarovski crystals and supplies that were gifted to us.   

 the catalog in the gift bag had some cool pics- like these ones...

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 I'm ecstatic about my new jewels! And this new weirdo mustard yellow hat I found

 
 and to conclude, why does this guy make everything seem more fancy?

the king of cute

 
 never ceases to amaze me...

settling in

 
 
 
 Mr. H got me the gift that is gonna keep on giving...A REAL SCANNER/copy machine.  If I had a dollar for every person who has told me, "you know what you need, a scanner- with the amount of art and stuff you have- you need to scan them..." 

I would be RICH!  And now I have ZERO excuses for updating my website, sending images to people from physical photos etc...I really need to investigate that thing that can scan your slides.  I have hundreds and hundreds of those things from art school days.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 Isn't this view from our bed adorable!?  I can't wait til summer when we can eat outside and put lights in the trees.  Below is the new "den of slack" boys club game room.  Nothing like a puffy leather couch to scream "stay out, ladies beware!"

  

here's the candlelight setting on the new camera observing our cheese spread 

 
 
 Annakim brought over her sweet wolf puppy Ozma last night.  We had a nice dinner chat while the pup slept and the cats curiously crawled around sniffing her out.  We decided to introduce georgie boy to his "cuteness" match- he must have been floored by the levels of adorable (and perhaps threatened)

 
 
  

georgie went off to contemplate how he can live in this world with another creature as cute as himself.
 
 

new level of cute for GB

 




my friend Ian (CAT CULT) came over on saturday to take my picture with Georgie.  He is working on a new series and I was super stoked to be a part of it.  I felt like Lady GAGA in my sequin jacket, holding a disco ball in a sequin chair with a muppet silver and white cat in my lap.  Georgie was pretty well behaved at first but then became a  hungry diva as the shoot progressed.  I will try and post some of the out takes when they are finished.  I am praying that Georgie's face get's reproduced a zillion times on posters and stickers.  

The new CAT CULT prints around town are electric dracula cat images with a full moon in the distance.  I was lucky to score one this weekend in exchange for one of my paintings. XO

 

the photographer/artist

The Love Boat has set sail...

moody cats

oh boo-licious, you are really truly adorable.  Operation clone Georgie Boy in effect

LOOK who loves VANS shoes! that's right, mr shoe fetish georgie

these cats are really bumming out since mr. H and I are never hanging out with them at our house.  Because both of us have been working lots of hours, the cats have been forced to entertain themselves.  Georgie just got a weird new summer shave.  His tail is a pom pom and his head looks enormous!  The groomer did the back half (he sort of resembles a poodle, clown, thing #2 from Dr. Seuss.  Largie (the other cat) just wants to bite him because he looks so freakishly dandy.  

p.s. TODAY is my pal emma's birthday- I would've spent sunday shopping the rose bowl with her, but alas had to work! Here's a pic I painted of her for her birthday way back.

guess whose birthday is monday?

Officially we have no real idea when our lil Georgie (Gorgie) boy's birthday is.  I became his adopted mom on June 1st 2007.  See post HERE.  

The shelter guessed his age around 8 years old.  And since this June 1st marks our 2 year anniversary, that makes him a guess-timate of TEN!! Which of course makes the idea of cloning him ao much more desperate and time sensitive.  I know he will live to be around 35 years old cause he is a magic muppet.

You can see our very first photo shoot taken by the woman from the rescue cat shelter...HERE

I am going to make georgie boy "things to do" note pads this weekend and have a give away question on monday to win one.  We might have a salmon feast cake for the fatty.  We promise to share the pics with all the fans of GB.

You should go on PETFINDER.com and find your new companion and save them from a high kill shelter.  When I got georgie he had 5 days until they wanted to execute him.

The following kitties are all located near CA and have cute names like Huff & Puff,

Sassy, Cha Cha, Snickers, Sopia Loren, London, Picasso, Donatello...

this is my favorite georgie boy look -a- like his name is picasso, my very favorite painter when I was like 9

kitty rescue

excuse me but I'd like to get in your way please

This is the surprised look of a cat in a "no Kitty Zone".  There are certain places in the home where cats are not allowed to tread.  Unfortunately the signs appear to have made no impact here.  So it should come as no surprise that Mr. Georgie Boy has had to have his hair combed of Hot pink paint- on numerous occasions.  He loves the smell of markers and the sound of paper underneath him.

But don't think Georgie is the only rebel, seems his good ol pal LARGEY has enjoyed disobeying the laws over here in respect to the art table.  

Largey has a real foot fetish- and lays on all of our shoes the minute we take them off (in the case of these LadyBoy boots- even when they are still on--he rubs against them like they are made of cat nip) 

But perhaps we should be flattered right?  It only goes to show that our cats are so damn smart that they now hang out where we like to be the most.  In my case...the cats like to get right in the middle of my projects as if to say "hey lady- we need some of your time"

Which might make sense that LARGEY is now dangling himself from the flat screen t.v. in an effort to get his dad to pay attention to him. He probably is trying to make a cat barrier so that someone notices him during a basketball game.

remind me to ask and be reincarnated as a persian cat someday-

kitty corner

meow

I watched the new Grey Garden movie yesterday and was pretty pleased with the performances.  Considering I was staring at a small glimpse of my possible future...I also ended up a bit teary eyed.  I can't believe how insanely incredible their place was in it's pristine early years.  Such lovely wallpapers and furniture!  

I found myself today thinking about the crazy cat lady wardrobe and knick knacks I may need to start investing in for my "grey gardens" future.

kitty corner

Sorry I can't help posting pics of my cats.  They are probably the happiest, laziest cats in L.A.  Everyday they sit around watching t.v. , feasting on food and wrestling on the floor.  

this is what 95 degrees looks like on the 4th floor

on the mend

this was the scariest week for the gb.  He was rushed to the kitty ER and pumped with meds and charcoal.  Seems he may have had poisoning from a lily flower.For a few days we were afraid that he might not get better.  When Georgie boy doesn't have interest in food, the world is coming to an end.  Plus he was laying around with the saddest eyes.

But then this morning I awoke to a purring face against mine begging for food, crying for me to get up.  He's on the mend! YAY

Another good reason to have him cloned

spring makeover

the past four months Georgie Boy has been expanding his fur fur to the point that he looks like a giant raccoon.  Poor guy has been a dreaded mess for days, so it was time for another super haircut.  He left the place in the early a.m. like this

and came back looking like this:

a  chinchilla fur sleek lion with a lollipop giant head

this one reminded me of that creepy dog everyone adores...what's his name Mr. Winkle?  Maybe we should get GB a headshot?

somebody's got a case of the Mondays!

seems like georgie misses his hair as a blanket, cause he cuddled up to us all night and tried to stay warm

there's no place like home

Boo: a.k.a. georgie Boy has a new fetish. I scored these cute Wiz of Oz glitter maryjanes at a thrift shop recently, and he has not left them alone. He sleeps on them, cuddles them, bites the heels and seems to be having a Velvet Goldmine phase. These are the things I miss about my mr. Boy. You gotta click on this image to see his face

boo boo

Well, summertime Lion's Cut has made it's debut, Mr. Georgie Boy a.k.a. Boo Boo-licious is a bit cooler. Unfortunately he suffered a couple of cuts along the way. His serious pair of gashes are under the arm, but I'm told they should heal up fine. He has not left my bed, nor the bedroom since. This new hairdoo has made him somehow more lazy. Is that possible? I mean, how can I come back as a persian cat in my next life. They have it made. Did I mention that his head somehow has grown to gargantuan proportions since the trim?

the moment I wake up-

I have to confess I am pretty lucky. Waking up next to this exotic fluffball has proven to be quite the mood lifter. This morning I opened my eyes to spy Georgie sprawled out like this. I haven't been sleeping too well lately, so at 7 a.m. I decided to walk around the Echo Park lake. The Lotus Festival is going on this weekend. Crazy to think this is the 9th one for me since I've lived around here. Sadly the Lotus Flowers have not sprouted the past few years. This lake features paddle boats, a magnificent fountain, bridge, and has been seen in countless movies.

pretty + cute

this is one of my 20's dresses I'm selling this week georgie was exceptionally cute the other day.

Testing the new Duvet cover

Last night while in line for the restroom at a local bar, a cute girl approached me and said, "Are you the girl from the MOLDY DOILY?" After I said yes, she said she is a regular reader and a fan of Georgie Boy. She even admitted that she once looked at his whole thread on my blog. I swear he has a lot of darling groupies, maybe I should get him a headshot? The girl in front of me in line then turned and said, "I read your blog too." I was so flattered. Made my night.

Georgie has been having a slight love affair with Fran. Whenever she comes over, he has to monopolize all of her attention. She was trying to read a nice article, but Georgie wasn't having any of that. He made himself into a flat cat and covered the entire spread. We thought he looked like tasty burrito.

meet mr. Dali

The face of Salvador Dali lives on in mr. doo doolicious.

Ode to the Odalisque

Sure, he isn't a concubine or a harem mistress, but this cat has his relax pose down pat. I mean he resembles one of those classic paintings of the reclining curvy ladies. By popular demand I decided to post a Georgie Boy update. (Down at the local coffee shop today some fans of Mr. Boo Boo-licious said they need some more Georgie Boy posts and less fashion)

So here's your fix:

if it's possible, the heat has somehow made this lazy cat even more lazy.

this is how hot it is today

Bringing sexy back

It was overdue. Mr. Georgie boy needed his super shaggy fur maintained. Lucky for me my friend has a pet grooming mobile van up the street. This time I opted to not attend the torture. The look on his face when the water is pouring down into his big eyes is more wounding than a Keane painting.

It's funny when he first returns from the beauty salon. He has a sort of routine, where he is ashamed at first and then prancing around in his naked skin. Did I mention his head resembles a football or the baby from Family Guy?
I often imagine him having that accent, especially when he is attempting to wake me up for meals. Anyway, here's the latest status on his good looks.

the down home lovin

This past week my cat has not left my side. He has slept near me with his head burrowed into the mattress snoring, occasionally rolling onto his back and muttering strange sounds. I can't believe I took this long to get a gizmo pet like him. When he is by my side I am calm. I am pulled into the slow rhythm of his heart and reminded that naps are good. It's strange loving something so much that has only been in your life for less than a year.

Happy V.D.

I always anticipate my annual Valentine from artist/pal Emily Ryan. She is one of those sweet souls who celebrates the holiday by surprising folks with a brand new darling art card. I am more a member of the "really wanted to make my friends cute cards and send them out, but didn't quite get to it" girls.
(art by emily ryan)

It seems Georgie Boy has decided to sleep this holiday off, tired of being a Romeo

For those of you who just received your "It's not you it's me" letters... and are more inclined to take the bitter pill, and are more intent on killing cupid, check out this info that was sent to me earlier:

Anti-Valentine, your time has come. It's now HOT and COOL to be single, mate-less and totally available on Valentines Day. And to prove that you're not just a sullen, lonely, bitter, ostracized person, that you're welcome and even respected in certain circles, Anti-Valentines have made it to the very selective group of observations recognized by GREETING CARD COMPANIES!

Valentine's Day is the second most profitable time of the year for the card companies... but why stop there? Anti-Valentines, aka "people not paired," account for 43 percent of Americans. Why shouldn't they get ripped off for a $4.95 card and envelop too? The government might even be able to squeeze some extra postage out of them for irregularly-sized Anti-Valentine cards.
Inside, it reads: “A lifetime commitment was completely out of the question. Happy Anti-Valentine’s Day (for the woman who knows what she doesn’t want.)”

If Niki de St. Phalle were still alive, I'd imagine her anti-Valentine would go a lil something like this:

Personally I like to remain positive on this blog, so should you in fact be alone this hallmark holiday, take a deep breath and be happy you can do whatever you please today. Who needs flowers and more candy? Get on Ebay and buy yourself a nice pair of heels. Make some art, sew a sexy dress, and either go dancing or watch mindless cable. Cynthia and I suggest Make Me A Supermodel, simply for the River Phoenix like model Casey. Just a suggestion. Come on, who doesn't need a little Velvet Goldmine to sugar coat the day

the real deal, River Phoenix playing DEVO in I LOVE YOU TO DEATH.

oh allright, more of bighead

Until the Medical Science team successfully clones him...here's your dose of georgie boy

Introducing Mr. Lioncut

The last few weeks Mr. Georgie Boy has been a bit listless around the house. Ever since his buddy Kutmah moved out he's been laying on the D.J. table waiting for his return. His fluffy Persian trademark fur fur has been getting matted and bumming him out. In honor of a the holiday season, he wondered if he could get a make-over. I told him it wouldn't be easy, and some discomfort would arise but he insisted. His bravery humbles me. We contacted our favorite pet groomer Abby, and she came by and escorted us to her PET VAN. There Georgie received a spa shampoo, nail trimming, ear cleaning, and luxurious blow out.
Georgie then decided that he wanted the Clooney close shave look. He whispered, "gimme the lion cut please"

He is baby soft and sexier than ever.

to the beat of a different drum...

Georgie Boy update:

New exercise in vanity- he leaps off of the window sill and races towards the front door, where he hops up onto the hippie drum (that miss cindy made) and stares at himself in the mirror.
He resembles a circus lion when he does this. He will stare at himself for many minutes and then gaze up at the mirror mobile reflecting on the ceiling.
The levels of his own cuteness are now being discovered. He is well aware of the power of the puffball, and knows that by performing as if in a circus he will in fact be documented.

we may need to seek a commercial agent soon.

The Cat's in the BAG!

Looks like Georgie Boy has a new fetish. He has taken fondly to climbing into bags and creating a nap cocoon. It doesn't matter what's in the bag, he will nest in it for days. Too bad for me, because my future Ebay items have a nice layer of hair on them now. Looks like I may have to take a loss for the Georgie team. Gena stopped by one night to drop off some clothes and left her duffle bag on the floor for a few minutes too long. Mr. Georgie Boy squeezed his big head in the small opening and created a nice sleep spot. Gena only noticed because of the snoring coming from his bag.

the only time he ventures out of the bags- is when he wants to cuddle with Mr. P's stinky socks

PARIS hearts GEORGIE boy

Miss Annakim Violette is off in Paris getting her serious relax on. In her spare time she has taken in crepes, sweet smelling flowers, the Eiffel Tower and so much more, leaving her friends envious.
But today when the FED EX man actually has a package for me!? I was beyond elated when out of the metallic shopping bag --popped this...

IS this RAD or what!?? Some clothing line called MANOUSH- was inspired by my cat.
They painted his puff face on a silky dress, and my pal knew I needed it.
SHE made my day.
This also made me happy- the arrival of some of my paintings from PORTLAND! Now I can hook them up with my friends who need new art

turn your tumor into humor

Curb Your Enthusiasm Sunday usually involves eating pizza and hanging around with my friends on the floor.
Cindy and Georgie Boy got a late night cuddle on.

Also been working on possible flyer art for my benefit scheduled for OCT 18th. I had pondered the sad face approach but then opted for the Humor tumor.

Here's me and my tumor taking it easy and getting well-which one do you guys prefer?
a.)

b)

c.)

New Belly

The Lion's Cut didn't go down as planned. For those of you who have seen the insane amount of fluff and fur surrounding my cat Georgie Boy-you feel his pain. He has eaten more hair sandwiches then most cats. In my effort to cool him down, I had contemplated the full makeover "Lion's CUT" in which the body is completely bald while the paws -tail and face remain fluffy.
But getting him downstairs to the mobile groomers was tough enough. My heart was racing as she held him down for his first trim. He was calm and handled it like a champ. She rid his belly of tangles and 4 inch downy fur fur. It was sort of like sheep shearing. Later last night he lounged in front of the t.v. in his new bald belly glory.
check out his new love affair with Britt's leather bag

Here he is flaunting the BEFORE look

and the brand new AFTER:

Nothing like climbing a nice clean clothes pile after a long stressful day

Mr. P and I went down to Chinatown for lunch today
There's a cool spot there called VIA cafe that serves amazing spicy fish. Scheid introduced me to it.

guess who bought a rad peacock parasol?

new toes...

the moment I wake-up

The one bad thing about having a cat alarm clock -is that there's no snooze button.
Around 6:45-7:25 the close purring curl up occurs.
Followed by either sitting on top of your chest or spooning nearby.
This is normally a 5- 10 minute slow wake-up call. If this does not easily stir the human, then the incessant staring at close range will do the trick. From there, begins the repetitive innocent meow. (by that I mean that Georgie has mastered the "hey wassup type of meow that pretends to be saying ....are you awake yet? Are you asleep still? Are you getting up anytime soon lady!?")
If the human then does get out of bed and head for the bathroom, a quick detour tail tripping manoeuvre
occurs. Ooops, sorry to force your legs to wander into the kitchen, but that's where the wet food is kept.

jealousy

While watching THE DEPARTED the other night at my place, I turned to witness this in the corner.

What gives!? Since when has Georgie Boy decided to become a lap cat? He never climbs up and gets his relax on while I watch my shows. What does that boy David have that I don't?

Worst thing about it was that he just looked over at me with his feline foo man chu face and smugly smiled, as if saying Naa naah na na na.

maybe Georgie once belonged to Kid Rock, and was then abandoned?

needlepoint georgie

while browsing the web I stumbled upon this embroidery artist who creates paintings with thread. Who does this one remind you of?

(this one is called "owl cat" 'Owl Cat'
Hand-painted chiffon on a wool and linen ground, with mohair finger knitting )

Constructed Textiles by

Emma Challacombe

Animals, toys and ornamental objects provide a zoo-like storybook. I capture and translate them into textile creatures, through fabric collage. I employ illustration, knitting and embroidery as a base to create fabrics which are both quirky and decorative.

my animal

sometimes when I look into his eyes, or when he is sleeping in my lap this thought goes through my mind...

"you're my animal"

The idea that some furry creature from the wild has been domesticated to follow my every move and depend on me amazes me.

I don't know why this is so amazing, only that his surreal furry face has changed my life.

in the morning when we wake up

anything your kid can do...

Georgie Boy can do better.
Sure, I don't have any kids at the moment, but I can still brag in some social circles. My cat started out playing fetch, and has quickly moved on to stacking four blocks into a tower. His Chess lessons are going well and his advanced watercolor courses at Parsons are showing promise as well.

Georgie has also started collecting classical art

his knitting has progressed to complex doilies

His Uncle, D.J. Kutmah taught him how to scratch and spin records

In his spare time he has become a Hip Hop Mogul

He sometimes brushes up on his feminist knowledge with books by Camille Paglia

Georgie has also taken an interest in film making like his father. He has watched almost all of the films of Woody Allen

Georgie has decided to attend Harvard in the fall.

pleased to meet you

It's always nice when two of your most favorite friends in the world meet for the first time. It's even better when they hit it off.
David has only a few more days here before he leaves again on another fancy concert tour, and Georgie Boy wants to spend them well.

kitty cats and Kwik E Marts

I spent my sunday witnessing my pal annakim bond deeply with my cat georgie boy. They hung out and cuddled up. She taught him how to beg standing up for treats.

georgie loves the under the chin massage...

After that love-in, Mr. P and I had to visit Uncle Lou on the westside. We ran into a crowd at the Simpsonified KWIK E MART

Supposedly in honor of the new movie release- they have transformed a few local 7-11 markets to look just like the Springfield Apu owned spots. Time is running out however to get yourself a pink frosted sprinkle donut.

the local kids scoring the HOMER loot

fido?

For the latest Georgie Boy update:

He officially has mastered the art of playing Go Fetch. He actually runs after the glitter pom pom and then carries it back and drops it at my feet. This can go on for an hour.

Here he is posing for his latest portrait, and later admiring my painting.

2:00 a.m.

Awhile back I made two promises to myself

1. NEVER book a flight out of LAX earlier than noon
2. Never post miserable blogs complaining- because people don't need more crap in their lives

Well, sorry folks

The call time for the plane to Portland is in fact 8a.m.
translation for that means a 4:30 wake up call.
Notice this post is being created at 1:58.
That means the bummer summer has arrived.

That means that although Georgie Boy is racing around chasing glitter pompoms-
his person is in fact exhausted. He has energy for days at nighttime, although the day time is reserved for frozen vegetable AC, and naps on the bathroom tile

Today my place was seriously hotter than I imagine hell to be. Fourth floor with no air, and even though a real handyman came and hooked up my AC- this janky building electrical wiring couldn't hack it and it blew out a super circuit. Which means poor Viv has no Fridge and the temp is rising again.
Did I mention the 24 times my car stalled today? Or all the lists of things that never actually got done?

Well. Mercury is indeed in retrograde folks. Thanks for letting me have my official rant.
I'm off to Portland in 2.5 hours...wish me luck.

the babyface

according to Mr. Georgie Boy - "if you want something, you have to apply the babyface"

Rule number one:

Make sure that you curl up nice to your person. I think they call it the "lap"
Do it in a nice casual way, but as if there is no better place you'd rather slumber.

Rule number two.

Start a slow hypnotic purr. Don't over do it, because often your person can suspect foul play or over dramatic attempts .

Rule number three:

occasionally peak up and make direct eye contact. Then resume sleepy eye and slip into the curved circle postition

Rule number four:

Go ahead and throw out the BABYFACE. That look that can make even an 8 year old flat face persian look like a fluffy kitten.
The babyface is a cross between wide-eyed curiosity and loving pout.

*Follow these steps correctly and you should be guaranteed a can of fancy feast- or at least be bragged about in some social circles outside your home.

In my case- (remember I'm a veteran) I received the fancy feast beef feast and some feline treats and my name was dropped in a few phone conversations later that day.

When you're good - you're good. Eat your heart out Mr. P

I'm trying to nap over here...