Creative Projects sooth my soul

Here is the little painting of my favorite little birdie, Marlowe. I've never painted really, and have discovered how fun and relaxing it is for me.

I just had breakfast at Bar Tabac, (it smelled funny in there, part cleaning solution, part fish and cheese. Won't be going back.) with my friend Koko. She's a wonderful, beautiful, talented woman on the same sailboat of 'single and forty.'

Last night dinner with Donatella was fun. We did exactly as I posted yesterday and did it well. I'm going to miss her when she moves out to the West Coast. I know that is wasn't in her ultimate plan, like some transplant New Yorkers that hang here for 5 years and think that the west coast is the next destination . But I think the move will be refreshing. NYC is no picnic right now. when most of my friends moved here in the nineties is was during the hey day of the dot-com economy and everyone had jobs, so not the case at all case now.

Pre-listening to my new running playlist, it has a good empowering array of dance and rock music to get the endorphin high that I'm in desperate need of.

For those of you who I've send my blog link, this is my reach to you since I have withdrawn from my fb profile. :)

Buy yourself some roses, a lot them.

So far it's slow going, today that is. I managed to go out and buy these roses. Amazing how you can just go out in Brooklyn to any old deli and get 24 roses for cheap in no time. I still need to put the bunch in 2 vases, one for each main room.

I often put one vase by Marlowe, thinking he may enjoy the color and scent too. Roses are pretty colors just like him.

Donatella is coming over tonight. We plan to drink champagne and shoot the shit in my living room. I thought of renting the Coco Chanel movie with Audrey Tautou but D saw in the theatre and said it was kinda weird, it's not like the autobiography. P watched the Shirley Maclaine version last night and said it's was "not so good" but gave you the gist of her story. And for those of you reading that haven't read any of her biographies written about her, her story is remarkable. Last summer I read Chanel A Woman of Her Own by Axel Madison (1990) As a child, she was poor and basically an orphan but managed to launch a visionary fashion career and her legendary classic style lives/sells strong today. (Granted she did have a beau to bank$$ roll her at first, but once she made her own money, she bought him out and went solo.) She was never married or had any children and well, it's sad because with all her success and wealth, she died alone.

Now, I'm reading Julia Child's My LIfe in France. Wow, her enthusiastic spirit and voice jumps off the page. Her husband was so wonderful to her, sounds like they had a beautiful relationship.

Tonight, I'm making chicken breast stuffed with spinach mushrooms and goat cheese, salad and wild rice pilaf. Might have to channel some of Julia's positive spirit to get cooking this dinner.