Fatale Abstraction

Blue Flax and other flowers growing wild in a little creek canyon, Sundown, West Texas

Wow. Looking at these photos brings it all back, and I'm so excited about my next trip West, whenever that may come.

I'm trying to decide on a business card design, and I need to hurry it up, because I need cards to give people. I went to the office meeting Monday morning and it was great. It's funny, because R.E. people function on some wild, adrenaline-soaked energy loop, and I'm freaking out that I can jump right in and ride that wave with them. (ahem) Well, in my own way, of course-- I vow always to be an oddball. For example, I will not be giving up wild shoes. You can throw me in the briar patch, but I'm keeping my funky shoes.

Speaking of shoes, I went to the Saks & NeimanM. outlets at Grapevine Mills today, hoping to find some dressy-but-cute Ferragamos at an insanely low price. No such luck, but I did find a nice pair of Prada kitten-heels with pointy toes (why am I doing that pointy-toe thing again?) for well less than $200, which was well less than half the original price. OK, sis, I can just feel you thinking that was no bargain, but I don't want to hear it. I need great shoes to salve my pathetic, childless existence.