Charlie Chaplin and Trader Joes, two of my favorite things

So I was in Trader Joes the other day, one of my favorite places. And I saw a cutout of Charlie Chaplin, one of my favorite actors. Then I saw a hat to put in your info for a drawing. Apparently Trader Joes is doing a silent movie triple play series of Charlie Chaplin’s films at the Paramount Theater in Seattle. That sounded fun to me, so I entered the drawing. I had this super feeling that I was going to win, and even told myself so! I even wrote on the paper… “Pick me, pick me.”

When I got home, I told my sister the story and that I was going to win. Well, we were driving to some friend’s for dinner, last night, and my phone rings. I didn’t recognize the number,  but I answered it anyway. “Hello, this is so-n-so from Trader Joes,” she said. With a huge smile on my face I greeted her and pleasantly received her super news that I won two tickets to see Charlie Chaplin at the Paramount Theater!! “Woo Hoo”, I told her!! “I just knew I was going to win.” She laughed, congratulated me and told me the scoop.

It’s tomorrow night at 7pm! I invited a friend and it should be a hoot!!

Faces on the Wall

I went down to California this summer for my Grandpa’s 100th birthday celebration: which was a story in itself. While I was there, I went through the last bit of things that I still had there in storage. I came across much of my artwork that has been stored away for quite some time. My favorite mediums in university were pottery and charcoal. There were some charcoal drawings that I did in Guatemala in 1996 that I forgot I had done. They are faces. As I was looking at the drawings, and am looking at them today… It’s weird to me how I would display these drawings that I really love. Do I just frame them and put them on the wall? I would love to have them out, but part of me feels strange staring at random faces on the wall… hmm… I guess I could draw landscapes… unfortunately that has never intrigued me.

I Love the Post Office

My friends laugh and think I’m a freak, (which I am, by the way) but I love the post office. It’s a strange thing for me. It amazes me that anyone can scribble their hand on a piece of paper, drop it in a metal box and it arrives across the country in a few days, or across the world in a few weeks. If you take the time to think about this, it is more impressive than the internet, in my humble opinion. I also adore stamps. I can’t wait to get to the post office and see what new stamps are there, just the thought of it makes me want to write a letter.

It’s a sad thing that the art of letter-writing is being lost. The internet has speed, that’s a good thing! But I will take a hand-written letter with real stamps on it over an email, ANY day.