Lydia Kris

Sitting here with my Audrey Hepburn hair and my Nag Champa incense going on and feeling the vibe to write this first post.

I’ve been having an awesome time decorating my bungalow floor to ceiling with art – some of mine, some of my Dad’s and some of the Masters. There’s no rhyme or reason for a theme yet but I’ll get there, I’m sure.

There’s a lot of light pastel colors in the majority of them so I’m acting all artsy fartsy… (Wait a sec… I have to tell the laptop to learn the spelling of fartsy. ‘eye roll’) and I’m trying to put them in a pattern that the observer won’t recognize right away. That their immediate eye would see the anchor piece and those around it but would miss the swoosh of pastels in there because they’d have to back up to see the whole picture.

Many don’t do this in a gallery much less in life, no? It takes some practice and some hard earned patience to get that down and even then it wouldn’t be all the time. Life skills. You pat yourself on the back when you get them but then forget them until you need them again and then they are not as potent as they were when you learned them. And who practices them on their off-time? And then it goes around in a circle and then more circles and ta-da, you need to learn that sucker again. Wait… what are we even talking about? That was a fly-away paragraph and it has soared and are we lost? Mmm….well, maybe not… so much.

Anywho, that was boring. I was talking about decorating. I love it. After I made my living room an art gallery I decorated for Christmas. It is so beautiful! And it is just early November! Haha ha. It’s fun to say that. People lose their shit when you say you decorated for Christmas before Thanksgiving. And I think that’s funny.

Want to know what else is funny? Googly eyes. When people put them on things to make faces or add faces, etc.. It is hilarious. That’s my sense of humor. I’m a child. Wait, wtf? Excuse me for a sec. I keep seeing notices from Apple charging my account for something. Yes, this post is so shallow that I need to divert your attention to something outside and stupid. But I really am gonna take a sec so I just wanted you to know that I probably would forget what we were talking about. But that’s probably for the best anyway.

Back. Apple is a dick and that’s all I’ll say. So, have you ever had the feeling that you were having an out-of-body experience? Where you thought you were someone else or you were floating around or you were looking down at yourself doing shit? And this is not on drugs – illegal or OTC. It can be in your dreams. I have a recurring dream that I am floating around myself and asking people if I’m in hell. The conditions are fine. There’s no fire or brimstone. But I keep asking people that. It’s like we’re in a business atmosphere. That says it all, doesn’t it? Ha ha. But no, that doesn’t factor in except to give you a sense of the place. I wake up and just think about the dream, no worries, just go ‘huh’ and then move on about my day, so it’s not a shocker dream. Just a weird wtf.

Okay, okay, okay… this is my first post so I need to calm down. I have said nothing of value and I’m hoping you won’t hold that against me. I’m a tad nervous. So, here’s what I have:

Default to here. It’s not for a share. Those who wouldn’t mind mind now. Be prolific. Jab to the right. All is not lost. Hang the rivers out to dry. Go to the front lines and talk. That is for naught. It wouldn’t be anyway.

Love to you all and thanks for reading! Kris