to chaz

I may as well let you know I’m posting this on my blog – I’ve been too busy this week to be any kind of creative.

I’ve a job. Or two. I find myself once again in government. This time for a non profit. I hadn’t planned on taking anything up. But it suits my background to a ridiculous ‘T’. And besides, I need routine. Schedule. Something to add discipline to my undisciplined days. Lady of Leisure soon gets old.

Before you get too excited and begin berating me for ‘giving up’ – the position is part time and flexible btw – I’ve also got a writing gig. Proper, paid and professional. It’s academic. Not creative. Think Stephen Hawking and his singularities over Melissa Bank and her Wonder Spot. I’ll need to brush up on sounding intelligent. I once pulled the look off quite well, you know.

The rewrites are progressing slower than I had hoped. But they’re progressing. So that’s something … I suppose. I’ve designed two more websites. Beautiful in their simplicity. Methinks. Pink and pretty. The both of them. Are there Barbies in Pakistan? My first solo photography job went well. The next – already booked – should go better. Now, if I could only learn to cook. To create.

Good grief Charlie Brown! Don’t agree to marry the man until you’ve met him. He could be frightful to look at. And boring. And a momma’s boy. Momma’s boys never make good husbands. I defy anyone to say they do. As for the dress: I say if he doesn’t like Derek Lam, abscond to The West. I have a brother who’s almost single. You wont like him – he thinks $1000 handbags are wasteful – but I’ll introduce you anyway.

Tea for two. Champagne for four. Sounds like a plan. I miss our luncheons. Kiss the family, but not the cousin with the droopy eye, and enjoy the weather. Bring me back an elephant. And a candlestick.

Much love.

Buffy