Stellar

I'm a couple glasses of wine into my Friday night and I am tired. It's been a long day of last minute preparation for the trip to LA, my book and my photography show. And maybe its because I have had those glasses of wine, I just want to take a minute - via blog - to jump and down and shout about how fucking awesome that previous sentence is. After years of research and writing and editing and agents and no more agents and massive self doubt and self-sabotage, I received a hard copy of the first chapter of Veiled Remarks: A Curious Compendium for the Nuptially Inclined and It. Is. Gorgeous.

I am so proud of how Harvest (the graphic design company next to Mothersville) was able to literally make my dream into a reality. The book is a collection of obscure, really cool wedding-related trivia, and after constantly being advised to do so, I finally wove in my own story of getting dumped by my fiance to give the trivia a narrative thread. All that was missing was the artwork to tie it together, and as of today, I just have the prettiest little package to present to agents. Honestly, I don't even care if I get published at this point. I am just so happy with the way it turned out.

After getting beaten down by people I thought were friends when I was younger, I have since been tentative about sharing good news for how it or I would be perceived. But now that I am old and have a nice buzz going, I'm just gonna keep sharing.

Have I made an official announcement about my photography show?

June 6
6-8 pm
at Spruce
5040 Sanderlin (next to L. Weiss Gallery and Interim Restaurant)

I really hope you can make it.

I know this is during cocktail hour and my friends with babies probably won't be able to make the trek out to East Memphis (ahem, free drinks AND free sushi), but just send me some good vibes while I'm walking around with a drink in my hand, trying to handle the weirdness that will be me at my solo photography show. The whole thing is still kind of bizarre to me as I feel like a total poseur who is being mistaken for a photographer, but I'm just trying to roll with it.

And then Sunday we will be on a plane back to LA for a few days of sun, friends' birthdays, tamales at farmers' markets, Venice beach houses, the Dwell Design conference and window shopping. (My god, have you seen what they charge for framing these days? No wonder they ask for ridiculous prices at galleries.)

I feel blessed, humbled, harried and maybe that just half a glass more is all I need to pack and type up a price sheet and clean the house and find those receipts and do just a little more photoshop...