Some of the paintings before the show, dusted and waiting.

Yesterday I attempted to iron my still-unwashed-from-the-wedding blue dress for the show and realized it was hopeless–the damn thing would have to be cleaned first. “Dry clean only” is a statement I tend to ignore, so I threw the dress into the wash on the delicate cycle and resumed my typical day-of-show A.D.D. pacing around the house, twitching when from the bathroom came a hideous SPLORSH sound. Maggie and I looked at each other like, huh?

It was the septic tank, hideously backed up and depositing shit-filled water into the bathtub at a rapid rate. I left a frantic message for our landlord, freaked out a little at the Boy over the phone and finally just packed up my paintings, clothes and make-up and kissed the dogs good-bye and beat it over to Corinne’s house. Phew.

Ahhhhhh. She took my advice regarding natural light for make-up, and her make-up table is a fabulous, therapeutic spot to sit at.

Healthy green plants in abundance, and girlfriend has about 48342898 colors of eyeshadow. An entire drawer of palettes. Unopened samples from Sephora. I loved living vicariously through her make-up collection for a couple of hours. It’s niiiiice.

Hallo, Novocaine. Her cat was chill yesterday, but this morning when we dropped by with Maggie and Bear Cub in tow was not amused.

Corinne was disappointed. “I was hoping they’d all get along and play together,” she said sadly.

Cats and dogs get along? Mwa ahhahahahhaaaaa.

I’m crazy about Pacifica perfumes. This coconut one is my current favorite–even the grumpy pharmacist who has never smiled at gave me a HUGE smile last week and asked where the cake was. They all want cake.

Fork ring the Boy bought me at Bumbershoot a million years ago. Perfect match for the dress.

An accident on the freeway delayed us for an hour, and Corinne lives in Seattle. Madness. I handed the camera back to her and said, “Take some self-portraits, sweetie.”

The traffic was moving so sluggishly, in fact, that I finally got to take pictures of the freeway graffiti I normally only see as a blur.

Since the show was the same week I launched “Glitter for All”, I figured I should take the glitter up a notch. Toenails/fingernails/eyelids/face/arms/back. I meant to do legs too but who can think of everything?

The heat made me nearly melt in Corinne’s house but the Boy has air conditioning in his car, which felt wonderful while we sat in traffic. The air conditioning in my car has been broken for a year, but I can’t be bothered to pay to fix it.

Twins on display! Much much smaller twins! Corinne has shrunk, even since Erika’s wedding.

“I have to belt my size 8 pants,” she complained to me over the phone.

“Do I get to tell you to shut up pretty soon?” I asked.

“Yes!” she said gleefully.

Losing weight is marvelous. She’s a whole new woman. Her refrigerator is filled with fresh fruit, and she made us homemade pizza before we left for the show. It was fantastic.

Teaser! Teaser! I have 200 photos to edit, one Will Ferrell movie to watch (that’s a high priority) and we’re off to go camping tomorrow. No weekend blogging! No weekend blogging! FREEDOM.

All about the show on Monday, of course. Weird tales and flattering photos to come!