Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford addressing the men in the Pepsi Boardroom in Mommie Dearest
"Don't fuck with me, fellas. This ain't my first time at the rodeo."
I had this really important and compelling thing to discuss here today and then I stopped to stare at a shiny thing for a moment and just like that...it was gone.
Guess it wasn't all that important or compelling.
Either that or my brain is a sieve.
Honestly after forgetting two very important meetings this week, I'm quite sure the latter is true.
Oh wait! Huzzah! I remembered!
A few years back I went to the Tucson Gem Show a day early to meet Kate McKinnon. We had been trying for a while to set up a time for me to visit Tucson and perhaps explore metal clay basics together. She's a master in her medium and although I didn't have much to offer in return beyond my eternal gratitude and witty repartee, it looked promising. Then life intervened, as life is wont to do, and we had but a short time to spend together. So we walked a lovely bead show and I picked up some really special beads and that was that.
Yesterday I reviewed Kate's stunning new book in my other blog. It's really sensational. If you are at all creative and interested in precious metal clay, this is like taking a master class from a master artist in the comfort of your own home. So I finally got my class with Kate and I can take it at my leisure here at Studio Madge. All is well that ends well.
Kate generously posted about my review in her blog yesterday and then she wrote something that made me laugh out loud. She said that I scared her when she first met me because I was three times as alive as most people. The irony is that with half a lung and the current stealth attack of the pollen people I feel about half as alive as most 80 year olds right now.
L'il ol' me?
Though it does make me wonder. Do I scare you, gentle reader? Am I...scary? Is that why the other kids give me funny looks and run away when I try to play with them?