I need massive massive find my purse ~ma.

I was so tired last night, I went over to Mom's and talked to her, then showed her the painting and then came home. Then last night (after I took my meds) I decided to get something out of my car and then didn't see my purse (my car was locked). I assumed I just was groggy and either brought it in or left it at Mom's.

I can't find my purse in my house, Mom says it isn't at hers and I know I didn't leave it at the First Friday thing.

So either I stuck it some place and I can't remember OR I left my car door unlocked when I went back into Mom's with the painting and someone stole it. I'm totally freaked.

Oh, askye. I'm so sorry. How scary! I hope you find it soon.

(She was grossed out, but I would have levitated in sheer terror, screamed at a pitch audible only to dogs and bats, and I would have STILL had my fingers and toes embedded in the ceiling and be making small moans of terror as I dangled from said ceiling the following morning.)

Gross though this example is, the sheer perfection of images like this and the compact, comic elegance of expression are exactly why I do not plan to object even a little should Fay suddenly appear and sweep me off to Gretna Green.

Then we had a look at the Asian exhibit, and she provided running commentary ("See how there are no testicles at all? That's because it's a landscape picture, you obsessed freak.")

Awwww. She is such a match for you! And your brother's tattoo is unexpected and lovely and perfect.

eta - obviously, I posted the below paragraph before seeing the lost purse news. Shit and eek! Vibing all the purse-finding-ma I have in your direction. But, still, good art and socializing with people who turned out not to think you were a loser poser in the least, which does make me very happy for you.

But, still. Purse-ma, and much of it.

askye, the Gallery Hop sounds like it was amazing. Looking forward to the shield and exploding robot pictures!

Someone, please tell me not to start sewing curtains by hand. I can do it, it's incredibly simple work, but it'll also take me at least a week of squinty hunchy effort, and if I can just wait a week and talk to one of my sewing-machine-enabled friends, I can finish it off in half an hour and get some socializing in to boot. But the fabric is very pretty (cream taffeta with sage dragonflies embroidered on it) and I'm very impatient.

Sounds like Fay and Billytea were having extremely good days.

Also, I think I need to go looking for Smoke and Shadows.

I am having the kind of day where you have to get up early to go to the doctor's office to have blood drawn etc.

Thank goodness that part of my day is over. I've just put the coffee on and when it's done I can make my breakfast.

Gross though this example is, the sheer perfection of images like this and the compact, comic elegance of expression are exactly why I do not plan to object even a little should Fay suddenly appear and sweep me off to Gretna Green

Huzzah!

It's quite gorgeous. And it's Old English script, which as he noted means that you can make out an A in the first half of the letter, a pair of Ns, and an E from the middle stroke. Our mother's name was Anne.

Oh, I see. Wow. I'm dumb. But that's beautiful. Well done him.

Also, I think I need to go looking for Smoke and Shadows.

Yes! You can read it without any of the others, but it's related to the Blood series ( Blood Price, Blood Trail, Blood Lines, Blood Pact, Blood Debt), featuring Vicky Nelson and Henry Fitzroy. She's a Toronto private detective whose damaged eyesight obliged her to leave the job she loved on the Force; he's a diminutive strawberry blond romance writer who also happens to be a vampire, and the bastard son of Henry VIII to boot. Together they fight crime. Or at least, monsters. Much snark, interesting takes on the genre's various cliches, and a real tonic to Laurel K. Hamilton in pretty much every respect.

Smoke and Shadows is set a little while after Blood Debt, and does not feature Vicky Nelson. I presume that Smoke and Mirrors is set a little after Smoke and Shadows.

Timelies, everyone! I'm over 1000 posts behind here, so I hope someone will let me know what I've missed in the last week. For those not on LJ, we are now in Puerto Rico, staying at a resort for a few days until our temporary house is ready. We expect to be in our permanent house by mid-July, I think.

Yah, Stephanie! I'm glad you made it safe and sound. It's great to hear from you.

Someone save me! I already own the Magic Bullet, and I'm STILL watching the infomercial. I'm hopeless.

Infomercials are addicting, I can't help but watch them at times. I've been wondering how well the Magic Bullet actually works, do you like it?

Yeah. I do really like it. It's not quite as good as an actual blender, but it does a lot of different things, and takes up no room on the counter. I'm all for it.

I haven't been able to find my purse. Mom came over and helped me look around. I was so tired last night that all my memories are fuzzy but I was almost positive I brought it in and was juggling it and the painting at one point.

But, it's not here and it's not at Mom's. For some reason I didn't take it into the house and then must have left the door unlocked when I went back to get the picture. (And my iPod was right there and I would assume someone would have taken that).

So it was either taken at Mom's house or mine, but I always lock my doors. Or I may have put it on the hood of my car at the Art Park butI don't think so.

I guess I need to assume it's stolen and call the bank, but I just feel stupid to do taht if it's around here someplace.