I’ve not meant to be away like this. I’m really pushing myself in the studio and today, I couldn’t pull it all together. You know, I kept messing up and my wheels were spinning. So, guess what I did?

I sat down and ate. Simple.

I’m as good a cook as any chef anyhow. My son, to hear this, would say, Here we go. Just because he stopped using his culinary degree doesn’t invalidate my capabilities. I mean, really! Though, back to the studio…

I’m doing a private show New Year’s Eve among the VIP folk, so I made up with my framer just in time. I know that sounds sorta awful but we made up prior to me knowing about the show.

Speaking of which…

I had a really awkward moment with him. Typically, he meets me fronta his house and we chat it up about how great we both are. He’s an artist too. Well, upon leaving, he moves in closer to me and I thought, What the whonanny? So, to make it less weird, I reach out to hug him and we lock for a quick second. You know, it’s that time of year and folk are doing this. Turns out he was moving closer to open the car door for me to send me off. All I could think was, Damn Portraitist, what were you thinking to hug that man? You’re strange as hell.

I had it in my mind to cook for him ’cause I do that with folk who work on my house, and it’s giving season, but I don’t want to lead him on or anything. What should a sexy mama do?