Hi dolls o’ mine,
I have just returned from the far shores of Virginia, spent a week with my dear Mike Stinson at his mom’s beauteous pad right on the ‘creek’ in Bayford.
Their idea of a creek is pretty amusing as it is miles and miles long and extremely wide to boot. I have visited Susan several times and wanted to see Mike for my birthday, so grabbed the opportunity to meet with him there. It was a relaxing, sweet and slightly melancholy experience because he now lives in Houston and our time was short. We celebrated my 9-9-09 day with a few friends and a bunch of gluten free honey cupcakes, a big surprise from Susan. . . luscious and yummy.
I was toasted at 9:09 PM and my head spun with #9,#9.#9!!! Mike chose such perfect gifts for me, a cowgirl purse, some bracelets with big chunky gems, and a cool vintage cowgirls shirt that fit perfectly. One of my heroes, the 86 year old artist, ‘Babbie’ came to the little bash and I was honored.
I met her years ago and we connected like kindred dolls because she is a member of the church of religious Science and actually KNEW one of the founders and brilliant thinkers, Emmet Fox. She is collected by many folks on the Eastern shore and paints with her heart. Her paintings live, breathe and move like Van Gogh’s do. She really shocked me last year when she asked for a photo so she could paint ME! Zowie, what a spectacular honor!
Mike and I thrifted, (Check out my ebay auctions this week!) and ate lots of crab and shrimp, stayed up late to watch ‘darkness files,’ (those scary tawdry tales on Tru TV) and gazed into each others’ eyes, as usual.
I came home to a couple of high powered meetings and I hope t be telling you all some incredible news very soon!!
Next week I make my annual (sometimes tri-annual) trek to Fairmount, Indiana to commune with James Dean’s very sensual ghost. I have made so many good friends there and I often actually LONG to be in that quaint little town, walk the same streets Jimmy walked down, the sidewalks haven’t been updated since the 20s. . . I feel his footprints and sly madness everywhere. 2 years ago, my dear pal Lenny & I came in second place in the dance contest and I want to enter again, wearing my finest crinolines and spike heels. Somehow his death day, September 30, has becoe a huge event, with 50,000 rockabillies arriving in their 50s Deanmobiles. He’s cracking up in heaven I’m sure.
I hope some of you dolls can make it to New Jersey for the Chiller Autograph event over Halloween. It’s my first one and I am printing up a bunch of photos and cds. . . then I’ll be teaching my first writing workshop in Manhattan Nov. 2-3. I’m thrilled! I am teaching my bi- annual Austin workshop Oct. 16-17 . . . come join us, you hot Texas angels!
I have been fairly freaked out by the scary Republican depictions of our president as a Nazi and an African native with a bone through his nose. Can we call just send our handsome, thoughtful prez some love and light to counteract the hatred? And then lets send some more love to those hate mongers. . . maybe it will do them some
Love you all,