In the Form of Choices

I was being kind of cheeky when I shared this on the Book O' Faces, but seriously, I really do need to remind myself of this very thing every single morning, or every night when I go to sleep. Probably something I should make a sticker out of and STICK it on the bathroom mirror ... Hold on ... 

Gogh Your Own Way

 

We spent some time yesterday at Beyond Van Gogh. I really don't have a concept of how long we were there. Perhaps an hour? Regardless, it was a wonderful period of indeterminable time. 

We May Have Did a Thing ...

Can you hear the choirs of heavenly beings singing? 

Nothin' You Ain't Got

Before I begin, hit play (above). Let us take a moment to enjoy this TRULY sharp-dressed man. He is perfection. 

And, since that puts me in a 10,000% New York state of mind, if you want to see some truly fabulous images from (mostly) Coney Island, I highly recommend my friend Dano's Instagram account. He gets shots of people and places that are food for the visual soul, like this snippet:

You have to go see his work to see the FULL splendor of this shot, plus all the other work! 

Trust me, it's worth it! 

55th Time is a Charm

 Welcome. If you're new here, so am I. 

Fitting that this song started playing as I started writing: 

I have other blogs. I wanted a fresh start. A new focus. 

It's a new week. Starting it off with a visit to the doctor, and then a trip to the store, then back to work. My beloved starts a new schedule at work, so we'll finally be able to eat dinner together again, which means I have to bust out my cooking skills again. Admittedly, when it's just me, I don't cook all that much. I food prep on Sunday, and then meander my way through. Time to get back to making real meals.