Something happened today.

I was standing in the kitchen pouring a bottle of cherry coke on ice when I thought to myself: I have become my mom. "This is totally something she did a million times." As in, fixing a soda-pop-type drink to go run some errands in the car.

I glanced down at my outfit, and I was basically wearing my mom's uniform of the late 80's and early 90's and basically her whole life that I was a part of.

I am wearing her uniform. But I didn't freak out; I realized shit, mom had great style. 

And continued my cherry coke pour.

My Valentine

First, let me wish everyone a Happy Valentine's Day! 

I think I'm the best Lady Biker to win the Bobbin bicycle that Lovely Bike is giving away on her blog.  It's not a straight-up vote, but you can leave encouraging comments here.

If you enjoy this blog, you will only enjoy it more when I have a new foxy, red bicycle about which to write tales of adventures. The prize is a red Bobbin Birdie. I need it.

Bonnie was going to make Valentine's cards anyway... Here's my baby.


Here are some sketches when I was trying to figure it out.




Remember her Christmas Card?


That's my Baby! Encouraging comments can be left here. I wheely hope we win. 

Kick ass and don't worry about names

I feel really lame taking pics of my bike outfits lately, but I know I think I'll get in the mood again someday. Sheryl's post on the WW website about what a cyclist looks like did inspire me a little bit. I'm a cyclist, damnit!

In these clog-heels, jeans and blouse... I am a kick-ass bicycle commuter. 
This pic is the angle of my life. I am not this skinny. But I am truly a little sweaty. 

Things are busy lately. 
Every single day until late December there are events on the old Google Calendar.
There are days labeled with "Rest" 

Tonight we went to one of those events - Bored to Death finale at the Paley Center. Jonathan Ames & Dick Cavett did a Q&A afterward. JA is a weird dude and DC was something... rambly... but cute & funny. I drew them.

I am taking drawing class for times like this.

Here is Matt's MoVember mustache. He looks so funny to me!


I love my drawing class at FIT. We learned faces last Sunday.
My girls went from having blank-slate faces to having really cute ones real quick.


Awesomesauce update: FIT Museum accepted this swimsuit into their archives! I'm excited for some big paperwork I've got coming my way to make this transaction official. When you gift something to a museum, even though no money is exchanged, you have to fill out paperwork.

Then as Matt recommended I get to update my Resume of Awesomeness. 

Back to School

I'm taking a continuing ed. non-credit course at FIT - the fashion institute of technology.
I want to get better at my doodles. Better at communicating clothing because it's an important part of story-telling in my book.

Several friends and even my husband were interested to see what I was going to wear to class today.

I wore dark jeans in case I got pencil smudges on my jeans if it was crazy like that.
I mostly used a very soft and neat pencil. 4H

Learning this fashion form stuff was MAGIC.


I had a one-on-one time with my instructor (Who is fabulous by the way) and I had to admit that I'm not actually an aspiring fashion designer, I just want to illustrate things that happen in my life and sketch-out clothest that I might want to make for myself or little costumes.


We mostly drew from magazines today. It's 4 hours for three Sundays and it's run like a workshop and he gives a lot of individual direction and instruction.

I think my teacher thinks I'm crazy, but I have a good handle on drawing and I think I asked good questions, so I guess he's keeping me.

Next week I'm going to get my shit together and get in fashion designer mode and have intentions about a collection that I will draw and he can give me instruction to work on it. That's what needs to be done.

It was really fun having a first day of school. It's been a long time. I've been out of college 10 years this spring. Kate Middleton found abundant parking at the FIT campus.


And I saw this cute leopard bike...


And when I got up-close I found out it's all duct tape! You go, girl. I know a girl owns this bike.

Better than any Valentine

I feel so much love. Comments will be disabled from this post because I swear on my Martha Stewart Homekeeping Handbook I can not hear one more dude... bike helmets... I can't... listen... read... can't... go... on... 

I should have stopped at this today- 

- It's a fierce statement and I stand by it. The common denominator in today's foolishness is that it was all dudes.  (Foolishness carried out on twitter and the internets) 

I also felt really happy after work thinking about how girls don't say dumb things to other girls on this matter.  -To helmet or not to helmet. Girls respect each other's decisions. 

This magnificent female really made my evening. Seriously, go read her blog. 

And follow her on Twitter if you're into following good things. 

Films at MoMa - !WAR: Women's Art Revolution

I finally saw Gloria Steinem in person! I missed seeing Gloria S. at the Planned Parenthood Rally for Women's Health last weekend because she simply wasn't there. She was under the weather. So sad. 

Luckily, my Mother-in-Law loves us and got us the coolest present ever for Christmas- Membership to MoMa! We don't live too far from it, and Matt had never been before we got started on our membership. We are going to go 

I opened our monthly member calendar and BOOM! Gloria was introducing the new Lynn Herschmann Leeson film: !WAR: Women's Art Revolution. The girls who I asked to go with me were busy, so Matt agreed to go. Matt is really progressive, but I still worried about taking him to a feminist art film on a school-night. 

We saw Gloria, whose comments  I think I would have better-appreciated after the film. But she was so gorgeous and tiny. I'm so glad I saw her. 

We also noticed who I'm almost certain was Sofia C. there. It made sense to me why she would have been there. If it was her; also very tiny. A wavy-haired bird. 

My movie review: I'm glad I saw it. It was important, but depressing. There was footage of the filmmaker trying to get people on the street to name THREE FEMALE ARTISTS and no one could do it. All of these female artists basically said "Fuck the system" and started their own galleries and art collectives and that was awesome of them. It taught me to be mindful of how many female artists are in galleries and shows I visit. I need to pay attention and support more female gallery shows/artists.