Lately, I have had lots and lots to do.
So, naturally, I avoided all of it long enough to make this:
Creating is a way of avoiding the general messiness of my life. This is good and bad, I think. Good, because I write many songs, bits of prose, and sketches; bad, because, well: my room is usually messy.
And here’s a picture of me performing at Sleep No More’s Stortelling: REVOLUTION! yesterday.
*photo credit: James Tomas Moncion
I love that place so much. It’s always a privilege to play there. The audiences are so supportive. I don’t think they could look and sound any happier–not even if I threw candy at them during my songs.
Well, maybe if the candy was Toblerone.
But, c’mon! If I had Toblerone, I would not throw it out to anyone. I’d keep it and eat it very slowly, because that’s some of my most favorite chocolate in the whole wide world.
Oh, and here is proof that I am what the dictionary would refer to as an adult. Because, see? I have my very first NICE pair of sunglasses now.
They were a gift from someone who felt I was squinting too much, I guess.
“You have to take care of yourself, Jess!” my friend told me, clucking over the way I was going about with unshaded eyeballs from the brightly lit sun.
Apparently taking care of oneself entails wearing very nice, very cool, polarized sun glasses.
Well, I don’t mind.
And of course it’s been raining ever since my friend bought them for me. But, I’m so excited about them, I’ve worn them anyway. Heck, I even wore them underground for a bit, and there’s really no reason to wear sunglasses when you’re THAT removed from the sun, is there?
But, it’s funny, the only one in my life who has consistently sported nice sunglasses is my pop. Well, pop, there’s a new sheriff in town. And guess what? She’s wearing sunglass.
NICE ones, too.