Money Draw House

I'm trying to squeeze in making more art. These photos are from a new piece called Money Draw House. The photos are of the little palm sized book attached to the fabric strips of the house.

I'm feeling a renewed urge to produce after hearing about Shreveport artist Frances Drew passing away. Four of my pieces will possibly be a part of the exhibit called The Money Show at artspace in March.

I'm trying to convince Charlie to team up with me to submit ideas for the Katfish4Kids project. He knows finishes and loves to paint. (Kathryn)

Forgetting Sickness

How would it be to wake up one day and not have bipolar illness and the costs that come with it in our lives? Sometimes this thing is heavy to drag around and other days it's barely there but it is always lurking.

At least I'm not in denial. My brother was supposed to come here and get help with his alcoholism (but my family of origin (FOO) won't even call it this). Maybe treatment. Instead he's job hunting and has found one where he has to commute two hours a day even though he doesn't have a car. And even though the reason his wife kicked him out was because he was driving drunk with her kids in the car. My parents would have to let him drive one of their vehicles. And FOO people are thinking this is a good idea. (Kathryn)

Sugary Treats

Lately, the only reason I pull into a Southern Maid parking lot is to take pictures, not buy hot pastries. I'm trying to eat healthier and that means donuts are no longer one of my main food groups. Not that I miss them. Although my favorite Southern Maids are the chocolates with cream cheese filling.

This location is in Bossier City near Bossier Parish Community College. I have a crush on Highway 80. I want to write a screenplay that centers around The Strip. (Kathryn)

Discuss

There is a young man in Baton Rouge we are worried about. He's been arrested for arguing with the police after drinking, drugging and driving.

While Charlie and Katee discussed the grief this fella is causing his family I spied and snapped pictures. And while I share their concern, I stood inside the house being thankful. (Kathryn)

Words

We've been writing notes to each other this week. Charlie's (pictured on the left) tend to be nicer than mine. I'm pretty hateful. Katee even wrote me a tender missive and left it on my pillow.

In this time of text messaging and voice mail it was ironic that a chunk of our chosen form of communication involved paper. How retro were are. But still out of touch. Charlie needed stamps today and even though I had them I couldn't tell him what the current rate is for first class post. So we stuck two 33 cent stamps on the front and clipped the the letter to our mailbox.

Negotiations are underway for a nicer version of my note to go on the thermostat. (Kathryn)

Kitchen Update

My brother came over to help paint the kitchen ceiling. He and Charlie used a paint that starts out purple and then becomes white when it dries. I was disappointed because it was a pale, pale purple. I guess I wanted Jolly Rancher Grape.

From the cheap remodel department: Charlie is redoing the floor with tiles he's purchasing from Dollar Tree. I promise pictures this week of the frugal floor. Who needs a $50,000 makeover when you can shop the everything's a buck store? Only the best over here at white trash central. (Kathryn)

Puffy Chair

My new favorite movie -- The Puffy Chair. How can you not love a movie with it has its own myspace page? The makers of the flick grew up in New Orleans.

Besides that movie chair looks like it could be related to a chair we used to own. (Kathryn)

The picture above is not the movie chair. It's just curbside trash in my 'hood.