it's a mad mad mad mad drive-thru

Traveling from Zion and Bryce National Parks to San Diego across the Mojave Desert this past June, we stopped at the Mad Greek diner in Baker, California.

When this you see. . .

NO blog owner worth her salt should leave her clamoring fans wondering for months
at a time where she may have gone off to.
That said, though, the only power strong enough to get me back on the grid seems to be, as it turns out, envy. Envy and desire. Envy, desire and having recently abandoned many articles of happily worn out scallops and frills as they went to the final resting place of all

good ragtags, the turn-it-into-something-else-entirely drawer.
When I took a break from a crazy schedule of working on my book with Angela Cartwright, being a full-time day care grandmummy, working for The Creative Underground and lamenting the fact that I have MADE NO NEW ART since before leaving for our























road trip on June 23rd, did I actually go and make some?
Sorry confession: I did not. Not having yet unpacked from a recent (well several weeks ago) one night stand (bet that got your attention! Really.) - it was only an evening's show/sale at our local Whole Foods - I cannot work. I need a clean slate. I need help from above. And most of all, I need these two blouses, which I would never have even known about if it weren't for that heartless, yet stylish Erika Tysse and her telling us all about this swell line of vaguely Swedish designed clothes, Odd Molly. . .way back in July, when I was on the road in Oregon, but that's another blog entry. . .
The periwinkle (or as they say LILAC) blouse? - well, apprently we can't get these in the U.S. but I REALLY WOULD LIKE IT! Do they mail order? Couldn't figure that out from the site. . . The short-sleeved reddish check one isn't even available yet, yet still I long.

Coming soon, God willing (and the creek don't rise):
At least some little SOMETHING about the Road Trip
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