sigh.

i've been living in an apartment with bare walls for a few weeks now. you see, i love decorating, but i have to be in the right mood. too creative as well as too mundane of a day could end in disastrous results.

i was on quite the roll bouncing from living room to bed room while canvases were drying listening to my ipod on shuffle (which is always an adventure in itself thanks to Robyn). i decided to sit for a while to a late dinner and to upload pictures from the weekend extravaganza when i saw the clock i had hung on the wall hours ago fall to the ground with a loud smash followed by the sound of small shards of glass tinkering to the ground. this beloved clock has made it through numerous moves and storage units but leave it to me to try to hang it unsuccessfully to its doom.

and i must admit although i plan to clean up the glass in a few days and hang up without it's glossy sheen, it is with a heavy heart that i write. i loved that clock and now in it's place is a nail that just couldn't handle the pressure.

sad day.