The new shit -

-is the bomb.

I'm going to leave it to dry a bit longer, but my green thumb never disappoints. Now, I can relax and concentrate on this blog thing.

Thank goodness I grow my own, because when I'm a famous blogger (or famous collage artist, whichever comes first) I can't risk buying off the mall rats. Everyone tries to cash in on someone else's success. And I'm going to get a good haircut. The ponytail is a little young for interviews.

Wow. The texture of my walls is very cool. Linear. Elegant. Sophisticated even. It's the old 70's wood panelling painted butter cream, but the way the groove pattern shows through is very Debby Travis. Draws the eye up, as Martha would say. And the color is so warm and creamy, like butter dripping off a cob of corn, minus the salt crystal reflections.

Munchy time! I need popcorn. Less fattening than chips and corn doesn't arrive until August. After my primary senses are sated, I can focus on the subtle patterns and messages embedded in the collage.

That last sentence was good.

My scissors await.