magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I was planning on taking the morning off to finish painting, but as luck would have it I woke up feeling sick. Really. It wasn't a ploy, and it actually kept me from starting to paint my bedroom until the early afternoon. I had finished the top half, in a sort of turquoise-y sea-green, before it was time to leave for Allison.M's opening.

She's one third of a tree-person show in a trendy Chelsea gallery. And then tomorrow is off to Europe. 'What do you think?' she asked me.

'I really like some of them, and some of them make me really kind of nervous.' A lot of her photos are about her own body, her breast reduction surgery for instance, and its a very intimate thing to be displaying in a gallery.

'You're one of the only people who actually owns one of my older Polaroids, you know. You should bring it back to me so I can sign it, it might be worth something some day.'

I saw Ying at the opening, who I hadn't seen since the week before I moved to New York. Invited her to my party, but I'm not sure she'll come. And a whole bunch of other RISD kids, many of whom I hadn't seen in a while.

A stop on the way home for wine and some snacks for the party. And then to work on the bottom half of the wall, a warm grey that ended up being quite a bit more brown than I was expecting. I'm not sure I really like it, but once I get the bright red accents into the room the other colours may fall more into line.