So I went to that poetry reading. Red dresses, wolf tapestry, log cabins, and poems.
My friend PT gave me a whole duffle bag full of hand-me down-clothing. But work-professional clothing. You know, as someone who is an oldest child and also 5'9'', this might be the second time in my life I have gotten hand-me-downs. My aunt Judi gave me her killer pair of red cowboy boots when I was like 8 or 9, I remember wearing those until there were holes where the big toes went. And now, many years later, I all of a sudden have a bunch of lovely work clothing. Things are looking up. I wore one of the sweaters yesterday.
I hope to edit some poems this weekend. Ok, I need to work. Starting next week I have two weeks of conferences for my job. That means meetings from 9am-5pm back to back to back. I'm going to be tightly wound & AWOL. At least you won't bear the brunt of it. Right? Right?
Did you know there is a documentary on the font Helvetica? I am a garamond girl, but I netflixed it to see what's up. I'll let you know how it is:
A documentary about typography, graphic design and global visual culture, which looks at the proliferation of one typeface as part of a larger conversation about the way type affects our lives.