No time to post this week. But I did make an effort to really experience each day and search for the one thing that made it special.
Monday morning walk to the bus stop. It's oddly warm and humid for mid-March in Michigan.
Did I ever tell you that produce is like porn to me? The colors, textures, shapes and the scent, oh the scent of earth and leaf.
Self portrait of a woman who needs more vitamin D in her diet.
How about this? I dress to please myself. There are a lot of these message cars and vans rolling around town and I'm not sure what to think. Freedom of speech at its finest, I suppose.
Give me Play-Doh, this is what you get.
Sign taped to the door of a used-book store in my neighborhood. Real books, damn straight! My husband and I debate this all the time. I win the argument with this one: Does a Kindle smell like a book? No. It never will. Case closed.
Roses aren't my favorite but these creamsicle colored ones look good enough to eat.
It was like going to a Led Zeppelin concert, except it was all girls -- and they were pretty hot. Oh, and some 20-something guys asked me to hang out with them. I didn't but, wow, best ego-boost in a long time.
I'm a sucker for this kind of cute art. It makes me happy. (Artist: Jason Gibner)