Last night we went to Griffin's preschool open house.
I get twitty when I'm in a large group of people. And I get really twitty when said large group of people are dressed in Armani suits and cashmere sweaters. Blech.
And when they talk about my pigtails and refer to me as "an artist" and "a hippy" and make those words sound like they have some regurgitation in the back of their mouths... sometimes, I really don't like where I live.
Yes, I live in a pretty nice town. Yes, there is a lot of money in my area. No, we don't have a lot of money. And no, I really don't enjoy living close to hoity-toity people that act like the have a rod shoved up their ass (not any rod mind you, but a designer rod).
I love my neighborhood, I love my neighbors. I loved the old vintage Don Stein Used Cars sign that use to be at the end of my street (now covered by a Hyundai sign and Don't Get Me Started On That).
I love supporting local businesses, the farmers market and local growers. I believe in eating fresh and eating local. I believe in paying a little more for something to support small business.
I believe in good architecture; vintage signs and recycling materials.
I've been pretty uninspired lately; part of it is due to all the projects I have in progress and yet not making much progress at all. So, to help me in that department (and to procrastinate a little bit more), I developed a new flickr group showcasing local architecture.
I love old signs, glowing neon in the twilight.
I love to see where other people live... what their landmarks are, their local architecture, how people paint their homes, how small businesses merchandise their stock.
So join, or not. I'm just feeling the need to shake things up a bit.