Art Meets Fashion....Should this be the title of my life?

Well, today should be a very interesting day. Wait...back up let's talk about yesterday 1st. So yesterday, I networked and painted and then stretched (more like laid or draped) some shiny pink fabric over a canvas.
This got me thinking how I have a lot of great fabric to use but I have not went looking for inspiration in my favorite places to find inspiration in some time. So I went to my favorite fabric store in the Ghetto and stopped into Dick Blick for some art supplies because I had a coupon. I went to Dick Blick's first, I made a list beforehand: printmaking supplies, oil paint, drying racks (if they're cheap, they weren't), and anything else I needed to get that would make my art making a better and more inventive process. I found $260.00 worth of great stuff. I forgot to add that all day yesterday and most of today it rained. This rarely puts me in the art making mood...I hate that!
So CoCo was with me and I let her out of the truck to make sure she didn't need to pee and run around for a second. She always freaks out when I get back in the car so it was nice to let her get down off that "mommy's back" high. Love that dog.
On the road again down south of downtown a little closer to the border, but considering our proximity to it, not that far. I made sure CoCo was happy and I went inside the fabric mecca. It really is one of my favorite places.... I usually start on the right side of the store winding my way through the fabric, touching everything that draws my eye, occasionally letting out a few, "ohhhh" and "oh wow! really?" expressions as I walk through. Mostly what I look for is cheesy and garish. Things you wouldn't find the most sane of people wearing. I guess the only person I could actually dress in the fabrics I look for would be Lady Gaga. When all was said and done and the adorable petite Asian clerk went to cut my fabric into lengths, not forgetting her suspicious looks in my direction. I came out with a couple of sheer fabrics, a large bolt of Caucasian nude glossy fabric, some Caucasian nude spandex fabric, and some sheer neon yellow glittery fabric. It was a very successful trip although I did forget a huge thing of foam behind that I'm not sure they charged me for.
Finally,and thtas how I felt because I was starving by this time, I had to run one more errand up to Poway area to return something I bought for our bathroom. I took the long way there because it was about 4 pm by this time and traffic would be backing up on the 8 and 15 fwys. The drive into the country reminded me to be grateful for the close proximity of everything I needed on a daily basis. It also reminded me that our earth is very alive. I thought as I was driving how lush it looked and how spring had sprung. It made me happy to be alive. After I made my return I continued home the regular way down the 15 to the 163.
At home my husband and I spent the evening in and out together. He watched part of a movie with me (Julie and Julia). The movie based on a novel by Julie Powell was terribly inspiring. The story validated my venture for blogging whether or not anyone reads it. It also validated the fact that we all have dreams, whether big or small. We all strive and dream for some thing and for some reason.
My dream is art and helping others through art. My dream is to make things that bring joy and encourage people to have hope. I want to make people smile in gushy warm and snickering kind of way. Like you do when you and your best friend have a inside joke only you and she understand.