"Cute as a Button"

Feb 15^th, 2014

“CUTE AS A BUTTON”:  Mattel, Watermelon bubble gum, unfathomable in nature shade of pink.

I thought of redoing the picture given the fuzzy nature of my out of focus hand, but then warmed up to the self-effacement hinted by it. The color is still visible and that’s what matters.

I was hoping to dispel winter blues with this one, my back hurts from shoveling snow and we are expecting even more tonight.

It also reminds me of the Barbie doll in a box that came so neatly nestled in my parents’ suitcase when they traveled abroad and brought me imported toys that smelled of otherness and turned the eyes of the kids in my building.

Girly more than feminine.

This is the episode that marked my week: I came out of the shower to find my son removing a box of medicine I keep in my bedside table. I chided him for invading my things, my privacy. He questioned me:

T: What do you keep in that box? Sexy stuff?

K: Like what?

T: I dunno. Like placenta that you rub all over your body in front of the mirror.

Things we come up with when we know of a concept (sexy) but can’t quite break it down yet. So we just grab whatever props are around, the word placenta, in this case, to start assembling something of a construct.

I haven’t dreamt in a while and that concerns me, I like to keep that muscle active.

Got sold out of Morrisey/Smith Tribute concert at the Bell House. I thought it was the perfect Valentine’s antidote. But New York still surprises me with its myriad of afficionados that assault my Friday night plans and drive me to procure Saturday morning manicures for a pick me up.

Heaven knows I am miserable now.

But miserable and unfathomable pink don't mesh too well.