These are my “Kurt Cobain” jeans. They’re a relic from high school…when I fell in love with Kurt Cobain. They’re men’s jeans, and pretty big–I had to belt them back then, and now–but they are extremely soft, worn in just right and have big airy holes in the knees, perfect for wearing long john pants underneath, grunge-style. Or cute stockings.

I decided the other day I should make them my painting jeans, so they’ll develop cute little paint splotches over time like the assortment of sweatpants/pajama pants/Josh’s pants that I wear around the house do. Long-sleeve shirts are out for the painting uniform–I always manage to get paint on the sleeves. I wear my apron for painting–rarely wear it in the kitchen, for cooking. People do that, right? Wear aprons in the kitchen? Seems so quaint.

Behold: my fishbelly-white belly. Something about the Kurt Cobain jeans made me want to show it off.

More progress on the platform shoe painting. One negative about working full time: less time for painting, but that’s the way it goes. Josh is cooking steak fajitas for dinner tonight…mmmmmm. I don’t know if it’s the change in season or what, but I am actually enjoying red meat at this point in time. You know what else sounds really good this time of year? Anything pumpkin. I need to try one of those spiced pumpkin lattes I keep hearing about.

This blog entry is borrrrrring. I’ll blame Monday, and my hunger pains! Stay tuned and I’ll be posting photos from the ballet, including…multiple self-portraits in make-up and lashes! Joshy in a tie! And blurry photos of the dancers!