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(from the break room at work)

rainy days give you an excuse to be Andy Warhol

i woke to a rainy day. normally, i'd feel a bit sabotaged by that but not today. i instantly welcomed it. there was something unexpectedly beautiful about it. a sort of joyfulness about rain on the roof and windows and blacktop.

a short break in the weather presented itself so i shoved my feet into my running shoes and got going. but midway through the Mighty Run the rain returned, soaking the front of my sweatshirt and pants and turning my swinging ponytail in to a godawful frizzy mess of wet tangles. but it felt good. the cold rain drops on my flushed face, mingling with my sweat, tapping gently at the whites of my eyes was actually very pleasurable. as was the feeling of hey mom, look at me! look at what a total BAD ASS i am, running in the rain like it ain't no thang! :) ha!

and now, with the rain coming down and a roof to hide under and a cup of raspberry tea at my side, i am definitely in the mood to bounce back and forth between my Bedroom Arts: drawing, crocheting, and reading. i had planned to gesso two big canvasses today but that's a project for outside. gesso doesn't come out if you accidentally get it on your couch and don't notice until well after its dry. definitely not an indoor project. can't say that i mind putting it on hold though- a rainy day seems like the perfect way to wind down such a good, productive, busy, happy week.

besides, Andy Warhol insists that you could be doing anything, but if you're doing it in bed... well, it's just that much more glamourous. it's an outlook i tend to agree with. so if the opportunity finds you today to accept a Warholian moment in Bed, take it. luxuriate in the glamour of it. even if it's something as simple as reading a book or folding clothes because watch:

what are you doing?
i'm reading.

vs.

what are you doing?
i'm in bed reading.


see. instant glamour. go with andy. ;)

and the storm arrives!

oh, it is coming down in SHEETS! it's the tail end of a typhoon! ahhhhhhh! my little rottweiler here is even afraid to go outside! ha! and so no jog today either. we will have to find ways to keep ourselves entertained inside, i guess. good thing i'm stocked up on projects and paint and paper and all the things a person needs to while away a rainy, rainy day. these days are good for silence. no sounds in the house at all. just the rain beating down on the roof and a pile of books next to the bed. in addition to my beloved hazelnut coffee, i've also got a little stash of hot-chocolate that i've been waiting to break out once winter arrived. and here she is, at least for today. i'll pretend i'm some famous, reclusive, so-and-so and do everything from the confines of my bed. ha! like andy warhol said- everything is more glamorous when you do it in bed.