This sounds seriously fun, in a southern family kind of way that relaxes you. If only we were all un-busy enough. Not to mention the great invitation design.

http://www.cottage-industrialist.com/blog/2010/7/11/a-canning-party-free-printables-from-paper-crave.html

Self-Silouehette Portrait

I like black cats.

Frida is me, minus a lot of tragedy and minus the gift of painting.

Still life soap.

Even though I'm a vegetarian, I made this still life parsley steak--

That is to say, parsley steak [soap]. Appetizing almost.

Can you see me?

This is me--mixed with a little color, a little Andy Warhol, and a little bit of architecture.

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A Vague Map of my brain's beginnings

Every kid of my decade that had Cartoon Network remembers a certain blue-hued cartoon. Smurfs. When I was four years old, Smurfette held a lot of promises to a young girl. She was in high-demand, and she was different, gender obscurities aside. An older version of me might see several problems with Smurfette—originally evil, a seductress, a stereotype of batting eyelashes. But my childhood self ignored these things, and saw only high-powerism. She had infiltrated the boys' club. Though I didn’t stop watching Smurfs for uh, several more years, my inspirations and admirations changed easily and often.

Just last week for instance, John said to me, “Remember that time you were really into objectivism and you were so annoying?”
… "No.”
“When you had a different life philosophy every week?”
… "Did I do that once?”
“You were really annoying."
Once, philosophy actually meant something to me. Before college. Before I was eighteen. Before intellectualism got old.

It probably doesn’t take too long to notice that in addition to having a dormant knowledge of philosophy, I can be incredibly anti-social. Even using first person narrative on this blog right now makes me feel too socially involved. I’m not sure if I’ve always been this way, or if it was the fault of toads and turtles. When I started middle school, I had just switched school zones and didn’t know anyone. Anyone. Except the lunch lady, but even her I never saw because I brought my own lunch. I didn’t really have a need for friends though, because I had my [escapist] toads and turtles at home. At the time I loved them, and they were interesting enough to keep me entertained all through middle school. Pom-pom the turtle was best friend number one, and Periwinkle the toad was best friend number two.

Recently, I had a Harry Potter themed party. From fourth grade to post-college, I can still remember spells and neologisms. Hermione is badass. Who doesn't wish they were so inherently smart?

Something that never fails to get me excited: baking. I love, I adore, I dream about baking. This discovery started before I had ever heard of Cake Boss. It happened between ramen noodles and the discovery of how many ways one could use a dorm’s community oven. In fact, you should ask me to make you a cake. Or, check out my food blog: whatyouknead@wordpress.com

***Disclaimer asking for cake only relevant if I like you as a human