Fever Dream

It is Tuesday evening, and I’m angry again.  Internet world, I am Susie Green.  I’m not joking. I’m biting off the end of a loaf of chocolate chip banana bread that a friend made me like an ice cream, the whole loaf in my hand. It’s vastly improving my mood, so there.  I’ve taken to telling everyone to “suck an egg” like we did in the schoolyard in the 80s.  It feels strangely rebellious, pulling back this insult from youth. It feels as powerful and defiant as when I would go in my closet when I was mad at my parents in 3rd or 4th grade and whisper curse words.  

Speaking of carb loading, I love it on a Saturday morning, but K. and I usually can’t be bothered to do anything but laze around, drinking coffee and reading. Last Saturday, miracle of miracles, we got up and after quick showers, it was off to the breakfast mecca that is Cracker Barrel.  I wrapped up in a beautiful new scarf that my friend Abi gave me, and off we went (this is the same friend who brought me this loaf of banana bread I’m currently noshing…she’s true blue, guys.  She’s my amazing positive angel who understands my disgustingly introverted ways and randomly appears gracing my weeks with hugs, carbs, and the best jams you’ve had in your life).  Warmed by the fire, I lapped up many mugs of perfect black coffee and sent myself into waves of sugar drunkenness with my peach pancakes.

This is what life looks like before 11 on a Saturday?
This is what life looks like before 11 on a Saturday?
Magical rivers of whipped cream over a mountain of pancakes
Magical rivers of whipped cream over a mountain of pancakes

Next, we ran to the Bradbury Art Museum to see the Delta National Small Prints Exhibition which we both enjoy every year.  I also went crazy over the ‘Cloth as Community’ textile exhibition!  In fact, I snapped several photos before I spied the no photos sign.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been in trouble at museums for snapping photos. Story of my life!  I’ll never forget the first time in Little Rock with an old fashion film camera that was rewinding loudly the entire effing roll of film while I was admonished by a museum guard.

We look forward to this show ever year. Kelly and I both picked up new BAM buttons celebrating the transition from gallery to museum! I'm so grateful to Curt and Chucki Bradbury who I haven't ever met but have brought so much happiness to my life through space.
We look forward to this show ever year. Kelly and I both picked up new BAM buttons celebrating the transition from gallery to museum! I’m so grateful to Curt and Chucki Bradbury who I haven’t ever met but have brought so much happiness to my life through this space in our community.
"Managing Their Flamingos" by Philip Laber
“Managing Their Flamingos” by Philip Laber
Bruce Thayer's Dog Run"
Bruce Thayer’s “Dog Run”
One of my favorite pieces from the show was "Passage" by Michelle Martin.
One of my favorite pieces from the show was “Passage” by Michelle Martin. I’d like this tattooed on me.
"Cloth as Community" is in my top ten favorite exhibitions at the Bradbury. I really dig textiles.
“Cloth as Community” is in my top ten favorite exhibitions at the Bradbury. I really dig textiles.
I want this in my closest.
I want this in my closest.

Kelly had some errands to run so he dropped me off shopping.  I picked up a few things, but I mangaged to avoid any big purchases.  It mostly felt nice to get out in the beautiful weather that felt like spring.  I sat outside on a bench, people watching and drinking coffee while I waited for him to come back, and it was nice.  Yes, I had more coffee that day because I have a problem.  It was iced coffee so I consider that a different drink.  The caffeine doesn’t count if you add ice.  I did pick up this warm tobacco pipe candle that smells like the cigar store in the old Indian Mall. I love the smell of tobacco and smoke. I was wearing one of my smokier perfumes the other day at the grocery store, and Kelly said, “Someone’s been smoking pot.” I had to break it to him that it was his wife’s perfume. I like unique scents that evoke memories and/or smell mysterious and exotic.  I like my clothes to smell like I sat by a bonfire all night.

I did pick up this warm tobacco pipe candle that smells like the cigar store in the old Indian Mall. I love the smell of tobacco and smoke. I was wearing one of my smokier perfumes the other day, and Kelly said, "Someone's been smoking pot," and I had to break it to him that it was his wife's perfume.

Rainbow kissed candle stick holders
Rainbow kissed candle stick holders that I oohed and awwed over but didn’t buy

We ended our Saturday sitting on the front porch, reading side by side.  One of my other purchases was a box of pretty marzipan candies so I had an impromptu pajama picnic on the porch before the air got a little more crisp and ran me back inside.  I hope you enjoyed your weekend and that your week doesn’t suck.

These pajamas bring to mind a rich sixty year old lady so of course I love them. Marzipan picnic on the porch!
These pajamas bring to mind a rich sixty year old lady so of course I love them. Marzipan picnic on the porch!
Pretty little almond tasting perfection
Pretty little almond tasting perfection
My favorite was the peach which I saved for last as I always save the best for last. It's on the middle row on the right.
My favorite was the peach which I saved for last as I always save the best for last. It’s on the middle row on the right.

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