A New Foot Fast Forward ...

Yesterday I was happily rambling around the museums in town & I took this cool shot of my dress billowing around my feet ... I could eat that red!

Then I had a revelation:

Henceforth & so on … My bloggy will no longer allow comments. No worries, peeps. I have just decided it needs to be this way.

You see, I have now completed watching the entire 6 seasons of Sex in the City. It took me years to be brave enough to watch it. That show is so REAL. At the time it was on HBO it was too real. I had a Mr. Big in my life like Carrie & I couldn’t handle watching the show. But, those days are OVER. Now my life is like all those girls rolled into one ... Just like most of you Tarts.

So what does this have to do with my blog? Well that would just take to long to explain, cuz even I am not sure how to put the reasons into words. What ever is compelling me to do this, is the same thing driving me to paint my entire loft in the colors of India ... And that feels so GOOD!!!!

I just know before I die, I want to live in the COLOR banquet of life ...

Silver sandal smooches,
The Tart

For the Love of Jack ... Mr. EDS

When you least expect it ... There he is, Mr EDS!

Today I was in the paint store, buying all the colors of India in liquid form. I woke up thinking if I had to stare at all my tall white walls one my day, I might loose my mind. Loft white can be very overwhelming. So I ventured into my old neighborhood, home of 3 guys I have dated ... A very risky proposition, especially since I raced out the door without the usual Tarty primping. Not even a brushing of the hair, just a summer Indian halter dress for the road. Nah, surely those boys would all be home safely away from me with their wives, girlfriends or Saturday night sleepover dates!

I was in the roller brush isle ... Overwhelmed with all the options & out of the corner of my eye I see this handsome guy walking my way. Yikes, thank heavens I had the sense to a least put on eyeliner before I walked out the door this morning. My Mom would be proud!

Enter Jack, not his real name, natch!

Is it a sin to lust after another woman's husband in the roller brush section of Home Depot? Cuz Jack is so sinable. Yow, marriage really agrees with him. A happy man who is out getting caulk for some handy-man home repair duty is so sexy!! Especially when he admits that he will probably screw up the entire repair. Jack could always make me laugh.

Jack was a big cheese at EDS when I was seeing him. He was a hot corporate guy with an incredible house. Brooks Brothers never looked so good ... Jack in a starched white shirt could take your breath away.

What I remember best is that one Christmas I gave him a set of fancy outdoor grill cleaners from Crate & Barrel. He was stunned. He said, I was the first person to ever 'get' him. You see, Jack was big time anal retentive & I knew those grill cleaners would mean more to him than anything in the world. That night he went out to the garage & cleaned his grills with glee. It was a good a good Christmas Eve for all, mmm ALL!!

Old time kisses,
The Tart
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Falling Through the Cracks ...

SOMEBODY PLEASE CATCH ME ...



Today I am having that pity party in my head, that requires me to push away the knowledge that I am fortunate to have the life I have relative to many others ... I am officially in my 'I wanna be rescued Disney Cinderella mode.'

Disclaimer: I am very sleep deprived. Likely I will read this later & think, what the hell was I thinking when I wrote this. ; /

Last night, a Texas Summer storm blew through Dallas & through the ears of a bunch of the residents in my loft. Reaction to the wind blowing through their ears, was much like how cats act ... Lots of racing around & howling ... ALL NIGHT LONG. This went on above me on my roof, until about 3am. Because I value my life & new car ... I chose to not confront the drunken residents. Once the nice policeman moves into his loft, I will become his best friend.

Meantime ... I need a man to RESCUE me. Not just need, WANT!!!

The Cinderella in me wants a Prince to show up at my door & proclaim that he will protect me. He will tell me that I will get lots of sleep from this day forward. He will slay all the dragons on my roof & wrap his arms around me each night as I sleep. Protect me! *sigh*

So if you know any available Princes please send them my way ... My email address can be found on the bottom right of my blog. Tell him my door, at the loft, is the one with the glass slipper graffitied on it & the magic words that will open my door are, "I will protect you."

.... Well, I gotta go & try to earn a living today & pretend that I am OK. Even closet Cinderellas have to face the harsh light of day as their Blackberrys boot up ... But one can dream or in my case pray!


Sleepy smooches,
The Tart
; *

Ps. Tell the Prince he can have complete control of the remote ... 24/7.

Illustration Friday ~ Hoard, in the Tree

All my wishes ... Backed up in the Tree.
Like a fund stored up and often hidden away.


Smooch,
The Tart
; *


Ps. I made a video for a friend who's asleep & needs to wake up ... Click here to see it!

Pssst. Time to wake up, Paul. We miss U!

=^..^=

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Yellow Ribbons for Paul Jerde ...

This video is for Paul, his family & friends ... I have met Paul several times through my friend Willie Baronet.

Saturday, June 14th, at approximately 12:00 noon Paul was riding his bike home when he was hit from behind by a light-weight pick-up truck. He suffered a severe head injury, three fractured ribs and a punctured right lung. He as been in the ICU and has not yet regained consciousness.

After I heard about Paul's accident, I saw these yellow ribbons blowing in the breeze & thought of him. The photo of Paul at the end of my video was found on Flickr. I think it really captures his spirit!



You can leave Paul a message at getwellsoonpaul. They are reading everyone's notes to him.

My heart & prayers go out to his family.

Hug the ones you love ... today,
The Tart
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The light rolls in ...

Like a beach in the sky ...


My view.


Thursday night smooches,
The Tart
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The Book ~ Calvin Trillin

'And draw attention to myself? Not a chance. I always park in front of hydrants. The secret is to park smack in front of them rather than just too near them. You have to go all the way. If you're smack in front of them, the cop rolling down the street can't see that there's a hydrant there at all. You have to be brazen. That's my motto, in parking and in life: be brazen.'

Well, that just about sums it up.

And by the way, for anyone that's interested ...
I am NOT going to give it back ever!

Smooch,
The Tart
; *

" rummaging for answers in the pages "

"Oh wow! Is that your desk?" I ask.

"Yes," he said.

Like a cat, I went right over and plopped down in his chair. His chair.

"What are you doing?" he ask me. A big frown growing on his face.

"You have no idea how wonderful this it!" I said.

His desk was a magical landscape of treasures. Various little stacks of things here & there. To me, it was like years of his DNA of life experiences was laying there for me to see. Little stories sitting out there waiting to be told. His life spread out in front of me. Beacons holding keys.

I looked over at him, our eyes locked. He was exposed.

"Oh, no," he said, as he tugged on my arm pulling me out of his chair.

I would have been happy to just sit there & gaze at it all. Taking the essence of him in. I wanted to gently touch each treasure. To hear its story from his lips & memorize the emotions as they ran across his face. His heart.

"Please," I ask.



Since then, I have often thought about doing the same. Spreading my life across my desk or my coffee table. Once I tried, but it all became to distracting.

Yesterday I was fiddling around with my camera as I walked by my coffee table. I looked in the view finder as I walked by & the colors on the table caught my eye. The colorful spiral notebook contrasting with parts of my life haphazardly tossed on the table.

Then I thought about him. And I wondered if there is anything on his desk, right now ... That reminds him of me.

Sunday kisses,
The Tart
; *

Saturday's Procrastination

I am supposed to be doing something else right now. And I don't want to do IT! So I am brewing a pot of this really yummy french tea. Maybe the caffiene will motivate me to go do the thing I don't want to do ... Or maybe I will just take a nap & pull the covers over my head. Hmmm.

Smooch,
The Tart
; *

Vida la Vida ... Long Live Life

"It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in."



His Entrance

Amazing,
He doesn't know.

And maybe
That's the most
Beautiful thing about
Him.

Seven for all Mankind
Don't do him justice,
It's just the whole package
That just blows you away ...

Like a symphony
He's got so much
Coming at you
All at once.

His entrance
Feels just like that
Coldplay song
On the iTunes ad.

You are completely carried away
By everything he is about,
And what he about to be.

And it feels so good,
That you wonder
How did I get so
Lucky?



I'm not sure he visits my blog often ...

If you do, here is a message for you:
That day we met & the days after that,
You should know,
You rescued me.

Happy birthday kisses, CelloMan!
The Tart
; *

One Can Dream ...

Vogue Magazine
Originally uploaded by Slow Like Honey

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I have the perfect dress for this!

Natch!

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Romantic kisses,
The Tart
; *

IF: Punchline, A Poem for Jocelyn ..

He said, "I write a lot of poems."

"Can I read some of them?" I ask.

He said, "No. I don't show them to anyone."

I said, "Just one? Can I read just one? Please!"

He said, "You are just so curious, aren't you. Just like a cat."

Yes, I think, I am just like a cat that way.

After much thought he says, "I will write a poem for you, ok?"

"Will you let me read it?" I ask hopefully.

He said, "Maybe."




The epilogue ...

Today I sit here in this vast land of my king size bed wearing nothing but his soft blue t-shirt.
I twirl the silver bracelet he gave me in the palm of my hand.
Something always brings me back to him.

Could be that there is still a scent of him left behind in his shirt.
Or could it be the mystery of that poem he promised me?
The one I never got to read.

And now that he is gone, I realize the punchline might have just killed me.



The Tart
; *

I could dive into this ...

For some its a beer others I dunno what ... For me, I must go out & get me some of this stuff.

All day on the computer has made me brain dead. I can't even appreciate that its almost Thursday. The cats are even asking my why I am not already out the door. Ok ... I outta here!

Foamy smooches,
The Tart
; *

Big Mango ... I should have ...

Bought this chair!

Maybe the Chair Fairy will magically deliver it to my loft ... Yep, that & all the other stuff on my Fairy wish list. One must always dream. Maybe I should just pull a tooth & place my bets on the Tooth Fairy showing up first!

See the kitty in the video? I love to go to this place - Big Mango. So many cool things.

Smooches,
The Tart
; *

"North of Ordinary," he said.

"You look so beautiful," he said.


Quotable kisses,
The Tart
; *

John Reoch ... Ordinary Day

Another Ordinary Day, You Tell Yourself.
Going Through the Motions.
Constant Running Away from It.
With an Ordinary Boy,
And an Ordinary Past.
But then You See The Hat ...

"Like a shooting star, he shines ..."





"Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.

And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
You'd swear those words could heal.

I saw that boy standing there with a deal.
And he said he my take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams are right in the palm of your hand."

~ Vanessa Carlton


This song sums up all I believe I see, when I see John. What I want to see.


Smooch,
The Tart
; *

Illustration Friday ~ Forgotten

I drew this after hurricane Katrina hit the United States. So many people & animals were in need. Over several weeks the outpouring of donations was tremendous ... This was a terrible event that I hope will not be forgotten.

Notice around the edge of her hat are little cat faces ... Can you see them?

Double click on the image to see it better, natch!


World Peace
Originally uploaded by Paisley Belle



Artsty smooches,
The Tart
; *

Geocaching at Victory Park in Dallas ... GC18VDW

A couple of weeks ago I was on a Geocaching adventure near downtown Dallas in Victory Park. Usually my head is bent down intently focussed on my Garmin (for you non-GeoPeeps, this is my hand held GPS device). Cool no?

Anywhoo, occasionally you have to look up in order to not walk into things or people ~ There are many dangers in this treasure hunt.

Then, low & behold look what I see ...




Leave it to Dallas to be so TACKY.

I immediately thought of my friend. He frequently comments on my blog & loves to draw the 2 things you see in this photo. I actually laughed out loud, thinking he would fall all over himself to draw this. Of course I just had to take some shots of this lovely piece of artwork.

My friend & one of his infamous drawings can be found here.

Silly smooches,
The Tart
; *

Sex in the City or Sick in Dallas ... My first movie!

My first movie!!!

I have been battling a summer cold or something. So I piled in bed with a bunch of stuff & when the cold medicine allowed me to focus, I bravely opened up iMovie & uploaded my bubble spinning machine.

Isn't it cool how nice the kleenex box matches!?!

Then I uploaded my new favorite tune ... La, la la ... La, la, la ... Da dum ...



Patience all ... My movie skilz need improving I know. More cold medicine next time ... I need to really feel the moment.

Achooooooooo,
The Tart
; *

Ps. THE END ... Hmm, I was gonna go with really sparkly pink lips.

(Cold medicine is yummy!)

Pretty Baby ~ The one i belong to ...

Every morning we do the same sweet routine ...

I stumble into the powder room, trying not to trip over the 2 felines racing towards the bathtub. Yup, its a race ... They are brothers, so you know how boys are.

Once the tub is reached, the gold boy pushes his brother out of the way of the stream of cool trickling water. Sometimes there is patience in the tub, other times, well you know ... Boys.

Then, after everyone has quenched their thirst, this Pretty Baby comes to me. We talk of many things ...

And of course there is the yellow ribbon, natch!




So I dedicate this post & this lovely Vanessa Carlton song to him ... My,

Pretty Baby

You light me up and then I fall for you
You lay me down and then I call for you
Stumbling on reasons that are far and few
I'd let it all come down and then some for you

Pretty baby don't you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you
Pretty baby why can't you see
You're the one that I belong to
I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm
For you're the sun that breaks the storm
I'll be alright and I'll sleep sound
As long as you keep comin' around, oh pretty baby

Pretty baby
Don't you leave me
Oh, pretty baby
My pretty baby ...


Smooches,
The Tart
; *

Sex and the City comes to Dallas, TX

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Originally uploaded by Aliie

This morning I hopped out of bed really early, with a well thought out plan for my morning. I just knew all the good people of Dallas,Texas would be spending their Sunday morning at their favorite place of worship!

Well, I was wrong. W-R-O-N-G.

Let's just say that today at 10am CST in the great state of Texas, there were a lot of empty churches in Dallas. Um, well, we were all at the movies supporting the economy. Yep, we were. We all held hands & spoke a silent prayer right before the movie started.

Before I share my thoughts & feeling about this flick with you, I gotta say I never got into watching the show on TV. The one brief time I watched it, I got totally freaked out. It was just too close to real life for me.

My review:
Yes, go see it.
Who was in the audience ... Lots of guys & couples. I was surprised.
Did I cry ... Yep & I heard lots of other sniffling too.
Did I laugh out loud ... Yes & it felt really good!
Most interesting moment ... When guys in the audience audibly groaned or made sounds like construction workers. Good grief ... I thought this was a chick flick. Wrong again.
Were there shoes ... OMG yes!
Hottest moment ... Dante. Wow!

Special thx to Miss Aliie ... This is her lovely artwork - Click on the image to see more of her work on Flickr. Fitting don'tcha think? Also if it weren't for Aliie I wouldn't have my tall-dark & handsome boyfriend. He is very loyal & always carries a camera ...

Dior Extreme gladiator smooches,
The Tart
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