Elie stumbled upon some glitter stars sprinkled on the kitchen counter and sink… a few were on the sponge we use to wash dishes. “Ugh…. my worst nightmare- this stuff never goes away, I hate it in the kitchen.” he said “oh please, these are big glitters, not the powder fine stuff – this is not your worst nightmare.” He acknowledged the truth in my statement. But then I realized something else… “actually,” I said, “your worst nightmare is your world with no glitter in it at all.” He looked at me with a mix of rolled eyes and something resembling amusement. Happy Father’s Day. To elie and all the dudes who trade their hate of glitter for their love of a sparkly woman.

Elie stumbled upon some glitter stars sprinkled on the kitchen counter and sink… a few were on the sponge we use to wash dishes. “Ugh…. my worst nightmare- this stuff never goes away, I hate it in the kitchen.” he said “oh please, these are big glitters, not the powder fine stuff – this is not your worst nightmare.” He acknowledged the truth in my statement. But then I realized something else… “actually,” I said, “your worst nightmare is your world with no glitter in it at all.” He looked at me with a mix of rolled eyes and something resembling amusement. Happy Father’s Day. To elie and all the dudes who trade their hate of glitter for their love of a sparkly woman.

How cool is this?? Last night was the gala and my painting was part of a Chinese auction. The winner was randomly selected from the people who put in a ticket to win it. I snuck a look in the box and there were a bunch of tickets in there. πŸ˜‰ The hewrew quote translates into “A small flame can ignite the whole world.” And it was entitled “Little Light.” Anyhoooo, my friend Pamela won the artwork and ONLY AFTER WINNING did she notice the pieces name. Her Hebrew name literally translates into “Little Light.” How crazypants goosebumpy is that??

Ya know how some moms can whip up a gourmet meal in 20 minutes with whatever crap they have lying around the house? I’m not that mom. But when you call me at the last minute and need someone to decorate a teachers door by the next morning using whatever crap I have lying around the house, I got that. Special thanks to Instagram #watercolor and #caligraphy #artists for sharing doodles of videos which inspired this 90 minute masterpiece.

Conversation while driving kiddos to school: Big one: mom, you know money is just paper, you can’t rely on it for anything. And then you die and you can’t do anything with it anyway. Mom: that’s why you have a will. To tell people what to do with your money. Lil one: what if you’re poor and have no money? Mom: you still have a will in case you have kids so you can say who should take care of them if they’re not old enough to take care of themselves. Lil one: like if you have a kid when you’re 90? Big one: you can only have a kid till you’re 50. Lil one: so mommy has 10 more years to have another baby. Big one: but mommys not gonna have another baby because she’s not praying to god to give her one and also she’s happy with the kids she already has. Mom: you learned you have babies when you pray to god to give you one? Big one: yeah, that’s how my teacher (who recently gave birth) got one. She prayed for it. Mom: ya know there’s more to it than praying, right? There’s like, science and stuff…. I’ll get you a book. …. On its surface, I get this— I do send them to a religious school…. but I can’t help but think of the whole “my baby would’ve lived if I’d just prayed harder” nonsense that permeates the babyloss communities. The complicated pregnancies that resulted in healthy survivors and the subtle but unintended arrogance of mothers crediting their prayers for their luck, directly shaming those with worse luck who believed in prayer with just as much blind faith but still lost. #postlosslife – amazing how many things hearken back to the lessons learned. Any book suggestions or should I just do what my mom did and leave a copy of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” in plain site at all times? I think I turned out relatively healthy on that education.

Surprised one of my closest, oldest friends by showing up at his birthday party in NYC when he thought I was in San Diego. Love how we look like an awesome lesbian couple in this pic. 🀣🀣🀣🀣also loved how the last 8 months of boot camp had me dancing with my core muscles engaged in a way I’ve never experienced. Even drunkish I didn’t lose my balance… that’s hot. πŸ˜πŸ’ƒπŸΌπŸ’ƒπŸΌπŸ’ƒπŸΌ πŸ’ͺ🏼

Two hour delay at the airport… scrolling through pics on my phone to kill some time and stumbled upon these pics I took a few months ago…. a few years ago I wrote a blog post about my grandmother and her vast collection of mini ceramic shoes. She loved her tchotchkes but she was incredibly classy and her shoe collection always felt a little quirky next to all her expensive crystal and silver. I, of course, loved them, and when she passed away a year and a half ago, while other family members decided who got what from the silver and crystal, I just requested her quirky collection of shoes. And I got them… most of them anyhow. Interestingly, these three miniatures matched so well to actual shoes I already owned. There were others that match too, but these are the only pics I have in my phone. I bought some shadow boxes last year to customize and display the shoes, but never finished that project. I’m gonna pick it up and finish it after Passover and share it with you. In addition to a bunch of sparkly collectible shoes from the MET, I have an entire display filled with just shit-kicking mini cowboy boots. I don’t think my grandmother ever put on a pair of cowboy boots in her life…. unless Chanel happened to make a version of a cowboy boot at some point in the 70s…. and even then…