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As the world turns, these are the days of my life.


The topA month ago today Alejandro and I were married between two [palm] ferns. I never fantasized about a perfect wedding––but one thing I did daydream about was Alejandro at the end of an aisle. Suffice to say, that guy has a way of making my dreams come true, which is why I married him.

Married between two ferns

Allow me to extend a big virtual thanks to my mom, Ellen and Kathy Berry, Alex Bushue, Meaghan Larkin, Grayson Barber, our photographer Bryan Hoybook, our florist Suzanne Shick, Andrea at August Veils and the Hotel DeLuxe for making everything else come together. 
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I’m back in the UWC, land of rain, bridges and, most importantly, dads.

A humor piece I wrote about my favorite dads called “Dads on the Couch” was published on the website Errant Parent last week.

I actually got the news that it was going to be published the night I flew in. It was a mixed bag. On one hand, my piece was going to be published by people who had no idea who I was (wahoo), on the other, I’d have to somehow explain to the dads that I wasn’t making fun of them but celebrating how wonderful they are.

I couldn’t face them directly. I sent an email. “Dear Mike and George,” I started, and continued a long explanation about how I wrote it out of love and if they didn’t want it published I would totally understand. I attached the file.

Mike responded in two declarative sentences, “Very funny. Have it published!”

My dad said something like “Yeah, do whatever you want.”

And so with their blessing you may read it at your own leisure and know the wonders that are the Dads on the Couch.

I had a succession of dreams this week set in the ocean and frankly I have been feeling like I am living at the bottom of it. This painting was based off of this photo and makes me want to go to the Atlanta Aquarium for my birthday next month.

Last year, I went to the Oregon Coast Aquarium and got to encounter an octopus so maybe aquarium birthdays can be my thing. I’ve also been dreaming about whale sharks and I hear the Atlanta Aquarium has some of those, so I feel I need to go and bring my sketchbook.

P.S. Thanks to all the random bloggers who liked my posts about France. It was so cool to see people I don’t even know coming back and enjoying the blog.

Earlier I mentioned that I did not want to paint the piles of bones in the Paris Catacombs, but my friend requested some paintings … so here are some more abstract images of the catacombs.

I cut my thumb the day before drawing these, so I was holding the pencils, pens and paintbrushes in a way that stopped anything from being very precise.

To be honest, once you got over the fact that you were surrounded by a bunch of very old bones the catacombs were pretty cool. It was like an underground journey into the depths of Paris. Kind of like exploring the sewers in a safe and supervised way.

At the of the quarter, and my college career, we had a Vernisage for the students. There were photography and writing students so most of the art for sale were gorgeous photographs. I ended up painting some postcards at the last-minute to sell.

A funny little house from one of our day trips.

This was from a day trip to visit Louis Jou‘s studio.

Above is my favorite tree in all of Lacoste.

This is a terrace attached to a classroom. It’s a pretty big testament to my teachers that I paid attention in class.

A view from the Lacoste soccer field, looking up at the Marquis de Sade’s castle. A fitting image to end my watercolor sketch memories on.

In French instead of saying “it’s raining cats and dogs,” they say “Il pleut des cordes,” which directly translates to “it’s raining ropes.” I find it slightly more appealing than imagining animals splattering on the earth.

Anyway, one day it was raining ropes and so, cooped up in my little cave-like residence, I sat in the doorway and drew the courtyard. 

(I recommend clicking on the images.)