Springtime & Icky-Tummy...


To say I learn things the hard way is an understatement. Trial and error, black and white, cut and dry... I've pushed my body beyond it's limits in the last three days and today is time to relax and recoup before I head back to work for a whole whopping 14 hours this week. Must be I'm on the shit list again- but honestly I couldn't care less. Friday after work I came home, cleaned up the place a bit and broke out the art supplies- hoping doodles and good music would unspool my coiled up, in need of me time (or a vacation) brain. And it did. Last week was a blur of location scouting, shoot, work and drama therein, shoot again (marathon style at the studio), then work again.

Well- while working fast and furiously- creating art left and right I warmed up some dinner for myself as Hubby was working his new 10a-10p shift Friday night. Roasted brussel sprouts with sea salt, dried cranberries, and bleu cheese. Sounds good, right? Well, I've got a thing for the blessed stinky cheese and dumped a certainly unhealthy amount of it on my sprouts. Then noticed it look- off. Opened another container and compared the two. New stuff- yellowish where it should be white, greenish where it should be blue, and stinkier then normal. Old stuff- white and blue with the perfume only bleu cheese has. Crap. Take a guess where the bad stuff was- that's right, all over my food. Damned determined to eat those delicious tasting sprouts, I scraped off the icky cheese, added the good cheese and went to town eating the whole bowl full. Sleep was a myth Friday night, as was comfort. About an hour after I laid my head down to sleep the nausea and icky-tummy hit with full force. I was then up all night eating tums and ginger, drinking water, sitting in the bathroom praying for relief or death- didn't matter which came first. 

Daylight Saturday morning- a day I had made plans to go watch test 'n tune down at the race track in Martin with a coworker- I had to cancel. I was miserable. My body hurt. I was still nauseous and was suffering from- "Oh. My. Gawd- where's the bathroom?" I forced myself to get dressed and go into town for groceries, medicine, and fresh air. Plus I was tired of looking at the four walls of my own bathroom while my cat Morganna sat in the bathtub each time staring at me in feline judgement. My body started straightening itself out- (only after devastating the bathrooms of the grocery store, the drug store, and a gas station I don't work at- thank gawd). I finally returned home and started the- "Let's rebuild the digestive track" ritual of kombucha tea (lots of live probiotics, good for the tummy), yogurts, and bland ass crackers. By the afternoon- I was functioning but barely. I gathered up my art stuff, feeling pretty low and sorry for myself being so sick from my stubbornness the night before. I slathered on sunscreen, sat up a table and chair in the driveway, cranked up my feel good playlist and vegged out. At some point I fell asleep. I remember looking at my phone at 2:30p. Next thing I remember is waking up with my sketchbook on the ground to my phone vibrating in my pocket from SC messaging me- at 4pm. Thank goodness I put on sunscreen- fairly certain that's the only reason I was a happy shade of pinkish-tan instead of full blown lobster.
 

Hubby came home with a new rescue piggy named "Mini"- fitting since she is super tiny and jittery but adorable none the less. We set her up in a new cage, fed, watered, cuddled her and headed for bed around midnight.

Sunday morning the sun woke us up at 9. We made breakfast with eggs, fresh fruits, and bagels and decided on plans for the day. Hubby's goal was to at least get the lawnmower running. Maybe clean up the garage a bit. We did that and more! We cleaned up the house, did laundry, gutted the garage- throwing into the driveway for all the neighborhood to see on their way to church services. I grabbed gardening tools while he worked on the mower and accomplished pulling out the stone border from the entire west half of the house, weeding, cleaning up, and re-building the rock border. He serviced the mower and cut the grass for the first time of the season. I trimmed trees, hauled brush, cleaned up rough looking patches in the yard, put everything back into the garage in an orderly (probably won't last until June) fashion, and by 5p yesterday afternoon we were both tired. Sounds good right? Well- I remembered that since I'd be outside in the sun all day- I put lemon juice in my hair (natural daylight bleach for us blondes). Do you think I remembered to put on sunscreen? Anywhere? Yeah- no. No I didn't. Not only am I platinum blonde now- my scalp is a tinge sunburned, my legs are warm and pinkish red, along with my arms, back of my neck, shoulders... Dammit. Can't win for losing.

Which brings us to today. I went into town this morning wearing my "F*ck it- I'm comfy flowered skirt" (because real pants would hurt too much right now), baggy tee shirt under a sweater (sans over the shoulder boulder holder, because- sunburned shoulders, that's why), and flip flops to grab what I need to make super fancy Mediterranean chicken with Romesco sauce tonight. I'm now slathering my burned crispy spots with lotion every hour, drinking Gatorade and Kombucha by the bottle, and alternating between Tylenol, Aspirin, and Naproxen (because I'm all out of muscle relaxers). All that work yesterday not only yielded us sunburns, an awesome looking homestead and about seven things ticked off the spring to do list- my body now hurts in muscle groups I had no idea existed. Oh well. Such is life. So I'm editing, sorting, editing some more, and soon will take a break from the computer to make some art :)

Now for the good stuff--- Pretty pictures.
Location scouting in Aman Park last Sunday with Hubby. Safe to say that my new (like a year old now, but...) long lens and I have dealt with our differences and have come to an agreement.


Blood Root flowering/

Wild Witchazel in bloom

I like Lichen...


These are flowers I've grown up knowing as "Dutchman's Britches" because they look like underwear and that's what my mom always called them...





There is a frog in that last picture- can you find him??
 




Reason for location scouting.,. 
Not the origional model intended for the shoot- However we still had loads of fun and it was a good way to blow off steam from a crappy day at work on Tuesday...




My favorite Michigan wildflower- Trilliums.

Thursday last week I shot, marathon style, at the studio for a total of close to six hours with two different models. The first one- was a male model (that shall remain nameless at his request) in order for me to blow off the rust from my photographing men skills. I'm rusty as hell when it comes to photographing men, as I really only have one male model I work with a lot and he and I know each other really well. I felt the need to break out of my comfort zone and work with someone that's wanted to work with me. Working with someone I didn't know was awkward and took time getting into a creative groove- however yielded some great images. And another future shoot.

See... I photograph dudes with their shirts off too! Not just girls!!!


Second shoot of the day was with my beloved Red Headed Gazelle, Boots. She's amazing and willing to do all sorts of crazy stuff- like where shower curtains I found at Goodwill for $10 as a skirt...- while standing or sitting on a wobbly wooded box.

 
And since the date of our shoot was on 4-20 (national pot smokers day galore here in the good ol USA), we created a magic carpet ride kinda set up. Inside joke- the mushroom in the above picture is one of the props at the studio that I absolutely hate. I despise it! Kill it with fire! However- a certain photographer (and pain in my large Dutch backside) demands we keep it because he's "taken award winning photography by using it..." Dude- it's a lame ass foam mushroom... Really? Many a giggle was had that I was actually using it as a prop in an "herbal" themed photo...


 
Then magic... With a bouquet of flowers from my gardens, and amazing model, and hose hardwood floors I adore...


And again in the hallway behind the studio... The only light source was a florescent light bank...


And again... with a chiffon dressing gown Hubby found years ago (and claims he has to approve of the model prior to using it in a shoot) and ambient light from the windows...)

This is what the kitchen table looks like when I make art. At least the drawing kind... And I had gotten a tad bored, and took photos of it all with my real camera- not my phone...



Selfie during sick kids day camp in my driveway before I fell asleep on Saturday...


At Hubby's request- I finally broke down and worked on a self portrait. Honestly- my hair does look like this provided I have my colors in and it's down instead of pulled up in a bun or top knot.



Saturday evening- listening to the race cars at the track nearby while waiting for Hubby to come home...


Do I even need to explain how good this picture feels? Barefoot in freshly mowed grass??

Flowers from the garden and new candles from Goodwill... Makes the table just a little bit prettier...

And... the first jug of sweet sun tea brewing outside to go with dinner tonight!!!

Thanks for looking today... And no doubt giggling a bit... I mean, I actually use the phrase "over the shoulder boudler holder..." Don't forget to go look around on my other platforms. 




Have a great day!!!





Comments

Popular Posts