Then some one bought it the other day and I'm still crying about it. But I'm Ok, I'm ok......I still have the photos to remember it by. Good-bye lemon yellow dream sweater, you were to good to be true......
I saw a photo of this sweet potato on a style blog and thought, this is what I want my son to wear when he's that age. Then I actually got excited about maybe one day having children, which NEVER happens. So way to go guy that took this photo, for making me feel a slight twing of maternal instinct. Damn these hormones.
But the real reason why I'm posting today is because I had a crazy hilarious dream last night. In my dream I was searching for a New York Times because they had written a piece about me in the New York Times Magazine. So when I found the magazine I opened it up and saw the AMAZING photos of me on the floor with all these saxophones (don't ask) and another photo of me with cd's all over the floor. The funny thing was my hair was SUPER SUPER short like when I had it cut really short my senior year of high school. And then I looked to read the article and the spelled my name "Maria McChulax". As in "chillax" aka chill the fuck out. And I said in my dream, "they misspelled my name!" then I woke up and started laughing because I think it was the universe telling me to chill out.
So then I went on a search today to find some photos of my many phases of haircuts and found these. This is old photo of me performing for the "For Forms" Art Festival in Austin last year with Joshua Beckman, Jen Bervin, Chris Cogburn and Scott Heron. This is me thinking about what to do next, with Jen's piece in the background. She's my hero, I love her.
Here I am angrily conjuring up spirits......
As side view of my old hair, I really like this hair cut. I be cute.
With Joshua and Jen's piece in the background.
Conjuring mas spirits.......
So yeah. My dreams are really are crazy. Photos coming soon from my performance this Monday. If only I can find that damn cord to connect my camera to the computer.....
