tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85897530058948781362024-03-05T23:22:07.080-08:00Mauve MattersPatty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-59661517010364968812013-12-30T10:25:00.000-08:002013-12-30T10:28:31.614-08:00True StoryNothing is quite so scrumptious as a homemade quilt out of the dryer for the first time. Seeing all those perfect, final wrinkles. Now, if only I could take a decent photo that is etsy worthy.
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By the way, this fabric is all from my ten year old stash. My goal is to quilt until its all gone. I have about 5 quilts in progress, and I should only need to buy more batting.
Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-64351601905298752302013-12-20T09:18:00.000-08:002013-12-20T09:18:03.889-08:00Stash ProgressIf I wait until everything is perfect I'll never......post pictures.
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The house quilt now has binding on, just a bit more hand sewing to do. The one on the wall, I hope will be queen size and on my bed.
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Those flowers are fun to make, and I love my scraps.
Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-21728154493630413252013-11-10T09:10:00.000-08:002013-11-10T09:11:08.371-08:00<b>Hal to Yo</b>
I've never made it all the way through 2001 Space Odyssey, but the part I fall asleep to is Hal. I dream of empty landscapes that no feet have ever touched. Far across the sand and sky, there is a blip of hope, of human connection.
Recently, I painted in the Nevada desert, and became attached to power lines. Among all the multicolored rocks, scraggly trees, and blinding reds, these manmade poles comforted me like my favorite fuzzy blanket.
Is this unhealthy? Perhaps disrespectful to the landscape? Am I overthinking my source of beauty and comfort? Probably. Overthinking is me.
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Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-57752429483785850692013-11-06T09:22:00.000-08:002013-11-06T09:22:35.137-08:00This blog has become a very fancy bookmark list. Well, actually I think I've seen fancier. Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-81060508531128690032012-11-18T11:14:00.002-08:002012-11-18T11:16:33.050-08:00NutshellHere I sit, wondering what happened to my words.
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Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-73348725591438536712012-02-02T19:48:00.000-08:002012-02-02T20:00:43.863-08:00"I don't feel drunk..."Stepped off at the dissociation station. Last train to me leaves at a quarter to yesterday.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-230360542959587762011-08-04T20:15:00.000-07:002011-08-04T20:38:51.350-07:00Sapphire Bullets~ Dear Mauve, your blog bites.<br /><br />! Relevant comments?!? Shuffled dusty amongst the the spam.<br /><br />@ Hazel, your writing speaks back to mine, even though it took me so long to read.<br /><br /># How is Mauve even found here? Y'all next page it up or something?<br /><br />$ Some asked about the bench. Zee bench was not for me. However, I know the dude they chose, and he and his art rock it.<br /><br />% Yes, I'm a spaz because They Might Be Giants, and what are we going to do unless they are?<br /><br />^ Are you singing yet?<br /><br />& My favorite part of comments is following them to your blogs.<br /><br />* Attention span waning, fridge humming.<br /><br />( I miss crickets but not hot oven cowbreath air. <br /><br />) Green breeze over my fleece blanket.<br /><br />- Curl up Chucky and good night.<br /><br />~ Sincerely, what the hell is wrong with you, Jones.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-65984377755370181172011-02-18T06:59:00.000-08:002011-02-18T07:35:45.350-08:00Web of DreadsDay 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.<br /><br />Day 14 letter edit: ps, if you find my blog, please just ignore it. Right, like I'd do that if I were you.<br /><br />Post: Secret web of aliases, need industrial grade detangler. Just shave it off and make a wig for when you want to hide. I, not you.<br /><br />Backdrop: Somewhere between the occasional poor choice of partner and Day 14, Patty Purviss was born. Then she got paranoid, and bore Pearly Blythe. Poor Pearly never really fit in and is still searching for her limelight. Like the retarded unicorn in the back of the barn, it might just be time to let her go. <br /><br />Present day wish: I want to pedal my art, you see. Not sculpt it into a bicycle, though that could be awesomely amazing, but you know, like use it to make that stuff that buys you other stuff. More art supplies comes to mind.<br /><br />Dilemma #1: Whose art is this? Whose website will show whose art? How do I get my name out there without getting my name out there?<br /><br />Dilemma #2: This is where it gets fuzzy. I've had this blog for 3 years, and not sure I can change the user name or want to abandon it. I printed business cards locally for my art, and put my primary contact email and my real name. Christina Something-Infamous. Didn't think it through and also have the same email here and ok, I'll just say it, farcebook. All three have different names though.<br /><br />Breach! If you have a biz card, you can search for my email, and find everything!!! Shit. But, I have forgotten my gmail and hotmail alias emails, and honestly, (ha), I am tiring of all this subterfuge. <br /><br />Leading me to...... not sure. Changing farcebook and this to my real name? Hmm. Maybe the simplest is just to let it happen naturally. Make a website for art with my real name, and let whoever wants to find me do so if they really want to. <br /><br />Not sure yet.<br /><br />Signing off and going to work. I wonder what patty does all day when I'm gone.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-66611047998141709052011-02-09T22:20:00.000-08:002011-02-09T22:30:49.691-08:00sit on it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxA3j_4ZZgBT7qsioHWf2J-uy7BgIsiiM7QXMLlXRMvbIUk3XMo2CpDnQVojyoKcCZD5dXIsw_qYhhUQ2vmGdj2zB-EcQe600GDi01LQNGWL4-VTYOL6MNXudc4TjHuEhrgeKRFQ9pIaN_/s1600/rainforest+bench.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxA3j_4ZZgBT7qsioHWf2J-uy7BgIsiiM7QXMLlXRMvbIUk3XMo2CpDnQVojyoKcCZD5dXIsw_qYhhUQ2vmGdj2zB-EcQe600GDi01LQNGWL4-VTYOL6MNXudc4TjHuEhrgeKRFQ9pIaN_/s400/rainforest+bench.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571944407682095186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtvdeOuL5Ksf4w2uF3XKgU2UM7jdIzpvrtKP3GOvCq2Nq9HlfV7yL6pbAKAYbjXyea4gYLws4ewRJ0rEGZZbLhNu8MJRjrdoqIR9M8fMHtNzaUffde1OrGqp0v9owWrEA4-b6137lcW2g/s1600/red+tree+bench.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtvdeOuL5Ksf4w2uF3XKgU2UM7jdIzpvrtKP3GOvCq2Nq9HlfV7yL6pbAKAYbjXyea4gYLws4ewRJ0rEGZZbLhNu8MJRjrdoqIR9M8fMHtNzaUffde1OrGqp0v9owWrEA4-b6137lcW2g/s400/red+tree+bench.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571944408268255042" /></a><br />I'm entering a contest. I want to paint a bench downtown in my town. These are the drawings I shall send in. Tomorrow. In the mail. If you know me, you know, that is the catch. Can I do it? Can I actually get all the crap collated! in an envelope, addressed, stamped, and.......mailed???? Shit.<br /><br />I think so.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-9700255125495007642011-02-09T07:17:00.000-08:002011-02-09T07:21:42.044-08:00Viewing questionIs the white font on black background hard for anyone else to read? I sure can't read it without seeing levelor blinds everywhere when I look away, and I have a hard time with other blogs in this format. But, it looks so snazzy. Thoughts? Cares? <br /><br />Seems like I should throw something else in this post, eh?<br /><br />ok<br /><br />Bears eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-66702969409585567282011-02-06T11:02:00.000-08:002011-02-06T14:42:05.090-08:00Day 14 Save the Drama for Your MamaDear R,<br /><br />You infiltrate most of my days, and I consider this a huge improvement. Why must you be so crazy? Or, rather, why must your crazy be so consistently hostile? Don't you know Crazy is supposed to go up and down? Where are my ups?? <br /><br />Day 1, I hate your crazy. Like an invisible electric fence, laid in frantic zig zags. You call to me in baby voice sing song, electric jolts still surprise me. <br /><br />Day 2, my space, my fence, no more collar. I love each year, each holiday, each person in my life more now that I don't hear your voice. I love that I found a compromise that keeps you away from me, and eases my guilt. Writing letters, yes still for now, phone calls, no. <br /><br />Day 3, Your voice sends me into a small ball, trapped way up high in that spider web. I get stuck there sometimes. It's hard to forgive myself for not being stronger than your voice. <br /><br />Day 4, Frankly, I've been forgiving you since I could speak, and it's getting old.<br /><br />Day 5, Someday, mail and packages won't give me a panic attack.<br /><br />Day 6, I don't want to attend your mother's funeral with you. I am pretty sure I don't have to. Man, I must look like a bitch right now. Too bad I don't care.<br /><br />Day 7 and Day 8, welcome to Libra Land. Enough said.<br /><br />Day 9, I can not think of a single thing I haven't tried, sometimes, you just have to let go.<br /><br />Day 25, Because I'm adaptable, and great at ducking projectiles.<br /><br />Day 26, Never, I am really stubborn. This life is mine Motherfuckers, and you'll take it over my dead body. Plus, I am a great self-entertainer.<br /><br />Day today, Something positive that we share. Thank you for being a dog person and introducing me to the Greatful Dead. I love whoever you are within all that nastiness. <br /><br />Love, your daughter, Patty, Pearly, XT<br /><br /><br />Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.<br />Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.<br />Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.<br />Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.<br />Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.<br />Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.<br />Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.<br />Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.<br />Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.<br />Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)<br />Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.<br />Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-40942761298712512232011-01-18T07:10:00.000-08:002011-01-18T07:16:20.903-08:00Cave DwellingCave morning almost over. Blanket muffled sigh. Make more coffee.<br /><br />Music.<br /><br />Ok.<br /><br />~Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-75509871372912450772010-12-07T06:59:00.001-08:002010-12-07T06:59:28.650-08:00Awake?There's a beetle in the bed! There's a beetle in the bed!<br /><br />No. There isn't. You're just dreaming.<br /><br />No! There's a beetle in the bed! There's a beetle in the bed!<br /><br />No. There isn't. You are just dreaming. Be quiet.<br /><br />But look! Right there, how do you know I'm just dreaming?<br /><br />Because the beetle you're looking at is on a hardwood floor, and you are in bed. You are dreaming. <br /><br />Oh. Thank you.<br /><br />You're welcome.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-63964848124881565612010-10-26T07:05:00.001-07:002010-10-26T07:26:14.075-07:00Brain Forest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiKyiLlToAI2Em_HZTUv4Gi3ZnxVHxUU4HS4eJuoKW_pN1wRz5t5fqkpwy1IBbhhiqkhga68NXC9y7pWJTlCeOu-tl0DxcwwYTecDcF-_BxvcB4ly2QJs-mqRQHt6BKfkTPdO7KGOFxUs/s1600/big+red+tree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiKyiLlToAI2Em_HZTUv4Gi3ZnxVHxUU4HS4eJuoKW_pN1wRz5t5fqkpwy1IBbhhiqkhga68NXC9y7pWJTlCeOu-tl0DxcwwYTecDcF-_BxvcB4ly2QJs-mqRQHt6BKfkTPdO7KGOFxUs/s400/big+red+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532356017250102674" /></a><br />Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.<br /><br />Skipping ahead in my 30 days of writing, because this is on my mind. And yes, apparently I struggle with forgiveness.<br /><br />So, Dude, I have an art show up right now, and this tree is the star. I love this tree, and I miss it in my house. I live inside that big knothole right there. I miss it, and now people want it. It's hard to sell art when you don't want to part with it. <br /><br />And, Dude, I am hanging a second show in 2 parts. First is tomorrow, shit, that is stressful. Then in 2 weeks that tree will move there with it's forest of creatures and brambles. I am happy that my little paintings will have their moment before the tree steals their light. I am excited to share my brain forest with the locals. Ha. I am also terrified and highly anxious. And excited. And freaked. And..... ya.<br /><br />I still need to crete a website, hello 2010, you're almost gone. I started an Etsy store that needs some paint splashed on its walls. I made a buttload of prints and cards that have been selling. Gumption. Let's do this. <br /><br />Shit.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-38016821933722392542010-10-17T11:16:00.000-07:002010-10-20T07:21:33.402-07:00Do frogs forgive?Man, this forgiveness thing is tricky. Anything I am wanting to forgive myself for, I'm thinking instead, you don't need forgiveness, you need a kick in the ass. I want to forgive myself for my financial struggles, but I think the past happened for a reason and there is no excuse for the present. Man up and figure it out. Bad habits in relationships? Same deal. Fitness, yup, ditto. being too hard on myself? Nah, otherwise I'd get nothing done at all. Hmm, a little stuck here. Wait! I forgive myself for not being able to forgive myself! Ha! I win. <br /><br />Or not. I'll concede that I have points to ponder for a while.<br /><br />Lets move onto anagrams!<br /><br />Inverse Fogs - It's hard enough to see through the fog without it being inversed. Translation: quit overthinking so damn much.<br />Envies Frogs - Don't you too? Yep, me too.<br />Griefs Ovens - Unforgiving grief steeping in your cerebral oven, just might make your top explode.<br />Gofers Veins - Gofers shouldn't shoot up, but if they did, I would forgive them.<br />Forges Veins - Forgiveness allows you to forge through the veins of human connections. Ok.<br />Forges Vines - Building blocks to the tops of the trees!<br />Foe Servings - Ahh yes, what nobler dish to serve your foe, than a platter of forgiveness.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-41668367657962837162010-10-16T09:37:00.000-07:002010-10-16T10:10:44.246-07:00There is a point here, I swear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOHHBYi7ZpKMeGLIhKEEPQQAcnNo8Ra9sjtMAVRqijLqn5t8rIBq-nNdM9ch5dF19KoyiR0X8z8ci0DuEZZUIS9XjE-dEpg6G331NqV9MRxC-vTY3mwW_xuJyZlChwYR_hPr7pO1kyMFH/s1600/scratchboard+winter.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOHHBYi7ZpKMeGLIhKEEPQQAcnNo8Ra9sjtMAVRqijLqn5t8rIBq-nNdM9ch5dF19KoyiR0X8z8ci0DuEZZUIS9XjE-dEpg6G331NqV9MRxC-vTY3mwW_xuJyZlChwYR_hPr7pO1kyMFH/s400/scratchboard+winter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528687590240971890" /></a>Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.<br />Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.<br /><br />Ok. See? Right there ----------> <br /><br />No? Really? Shit.<br /><br />How to make these brush strokes into words?<br /><br />Day 1 - Obsession: more than just a pervy purfume ad, it is my brian. Whoa, I said Brian, what does that mean? Do I even know a Brian? Never mind. Brain. Yes. See? It itches. <br /><br />What ABOUT that thing I said at work? Did I offend? Was I misunderstood? Do I care? Am I a bitch for not caring? Dude, who cares? Well, not me obviously. Really? Really. Why is that person interrupting my conversation? Who am I talking to?<br /><br />Day 2 - Obsession: Just shut up and paint something! Ahh, look at that color. It likes that other one, look, they're dancing. Ooh, make a line there, and here, and whoosh it around up there. Something is scratching at the door. Scritch Scratch, oh look, just a monster hiding in the weeds. Prickly brush, sprouting flowers bearing birds. Calmer, quieter, nestling in my body's center. Whoa, it's been four hours, I love this shit.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-57241841674829202392010-10-16T09:23:00.000-07:002010-10-16T09:33:48.260-07:00Thirty Days of WritingThank you to <A HREF="http://byflutter.com/">Flutter</A> for letting me copy this writing exercise. Hmm, writing assignment? Task? Project? Ooh, yes, Project. Thank you. My 30 days might be more like 30 weeks, and I'm liable to get distracted a third of the way in, but still, inspiration is scratching at my door.<br /><br />Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.<br />Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.<br />Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.<br />Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.<br />Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.<br />Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.<br />Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.<br />Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.<br />Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.<br />Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.<br />Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.<br />Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.<br />Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)<br />Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)<br />Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.<br />Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.<br />Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.<br />Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.<br />Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?<br />Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.<br />Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?<br />Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.<br />Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.<br />Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)<br />Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.<br />Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?<br />Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?<br />Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?<br />Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.<br />Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourselfPatty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-89038644693544660962010-10-02T10:58:00.000-07:002010-10-02T10:58:10.653-07:00Jerky boys: Frank Rizzo<object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/ZXWo6jXmRO8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZXWo6jXmRO8?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZXWo6jXmRO8?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />I haven't actually tried this job searching technique yet, but just maybe......Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-83591309966066171042010-10-02T10:54:00.000-07:002010-10-02T11:10:53.894-07:00No Thank You Please<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rBy2XRJiwpNVxlI4mecwe8lyUwHrGLAmbgLoIM_h-oJZx7EkJV6K-9WRA6CY_1f4aZI0xJgzbyX1WHuoGWD-2-lB-YKGPqUnhXykeOEefoW2D8HVmRV1OEiWCWdqb68KmZUFuQyliwDA/s1600/lg_tab.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rBy2XRJiwpNVxlI4mecwe8lyUwHrGLAmbgLoIM_h-oJZx7EkJV6K-9WRA6CY_1f4aZI0xJgzbyX1WHuoGWD-2-lB-YKGPqUnhXykeOEefoW2D8HVmRV1OEiWCWdqb68KmZUFuQyliwDA/s400/lg_tab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523510298956901698" /></a><br />Do you know someone tried to give me a Tab yesterday?!? Fizzy crack in its pinkest form, pop rocks for my brain. It has now been long enough in Diet Coke recovery, that I have finally lost track of days clean. So, no Yo, no diet pop for me, no aspartame brain fizz, no phenylalanine skin rubs, not even a saccharine soaked snuggy blanket. No, no, and no. I shan't. But, oh my stars, how much more delectable my coffee has become. Anyone else afflicted with an addictive personality? Mmmm, addiction, addiction, mmmm, mmm, mmm.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-34383452351989311042010-09-22T08:22:00.000-07:002010-09-22T08:28:56.455-07:00DC maker the life betterLost in translation spambot trying to derail my recovery? <br /><br />Velveteen spambot turned real by magical dc bubbles?<br /><br />I woke up to a slew, (can you have a slew of 3?), of garbled comments on my woefully outdated posts.<br /><br />Perhaps dear commenter, you have just relapsed on the DC, and are blissfully babbling to your fellow addict. I want to say "just say no!" But, really all I'm thinking is that Diet Coke must have missed me very much, and I'm glad you too have found each other. <br /><br />And thank you diet coke head for waking up my blog fingers. I will try to keep them tingly longer this time.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-9851361359377430492010-06-19T10:44:00.000-07:002010-06-19T12:31:17.434-07:00Quilty BitsVertical cross-section of my brain:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qk_da5Si2pYS-WOgEBRAlk9bYwhvxw_Yu4M22iJGTT4kqZBtku6JuYuzDWVNoVAMYcYQJIZMv9QA0C9EOhjt39qaw6S2qbjB8Y_XWD-qvPBVAPbqhDhiUm22rr_2CFJeN2SmqeFUBbGA/s1600/sniffing+cow.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qk_da5Si2pYS-WOgEBRAlk9bYwhvxw_Yu4M22iJGTT4kqZBtku6JuYuzDWVNoVAMYcYQJIZMv9QA0C9EOhjt39qaw6S2qbjB8Y_XWD-qvPBVAPbqhDhiUm22rr_2CFJeN2SmqeFUBbGA/s400/sniffing+cow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484569066258513218" /></a><br /><br />The playground of my painted brain is padded with billowing fabric and crash absorbent poly-fill. When I slip through my prickly, painted branches, I relax and trust the fall to my homemade safety net. I rest on whimsical patterns of flowers and ridiculousness while staring up at acrylic thorns. Which of those branches are actually descending talons, I can't be sure, but the quilted seams have now mingled with my veins, and I am safely camouflaged. <br /><br />..........when struggling with photo uploads, sometimes we must resort to the metaphorical illustration.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-54983892752216067622010-05-11T06:50:00.000-07:002010-05-11T06:54:47.037-07:00MorningFuzzy moist eyeballs<br />Steaming up my spectacles<br />Onward verticalPatty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-31938403471669140022010-04-17T17:27:00.000-07:002010-04-17T17:29:22.541-07:00I never asked for this soap boxI swear, I am not trying to be vegetarian, but I just opened a can of chicken broth, and it smelled like an egg fart.Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-3018877449286174142010-04-05T06:49:00.000-07:002010-04-05T07:37:36.476-07:00DC to DTThat would be diet coke to detox, for all you chemical-free, straight edge, folks. Over a month now of Aspartame free living. Done. Dirty, done done. Do you hate it when someone finally gives up something after 20 years, and then jumps on a soapbox to tell you what he or she has been ignoring all this time? Well, prepare to hate while I note note the effects of my feat.<br /><br />- First 2 weeks was passed in a rufied slumber of chemical withdrawal and flashing migraines. I almost downed an equal packet at its depth, but I did not have enough energy to tear open the packet. <br /><br />- After a 24 hour sleep at the end of the 2 weeks, I woke up feeling like I was on a new and improved clean drug. Who knew I could get high off of water!!<br /><br />- I love water! I hated it before, hated it like a dose of Nyquil. Now it is my invisible friend, who apparently is everywhere. I mean, I just open any tap, and there she is.<br /><br />-Vanity doesn't kill, ABC, it saves! Even upon obsessively magnified examination, my skin is smooth and blemish free. I always thought my face was so juicy, and now it seems that those clusters of tiny pustules were actually excess aspartame oozing from the desert-scape that became my face. <br /><br />- To expand on the subject of my face, I couldn't figure out what else had changed, except the bathroom light seemed brighter. Aha! The lightrays are not being sucked into my raccoon eyes anymore! They are gleefully bouncing off the same color, (ok, much closer to), the same color as the rest of my face, hence increasing overall illumination! <br /><br />- I wish I could expand on additional skin effects, dream differences, and food cravings, but it is time to dress and depart. The final point is simple, I have the face of a baby's ass, and I can see better!Patty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589753005894878136.post-81830882500347666012010-03-29T06:53:00.000-07:002010-03-29T07:33:03.646-07:00Good Bye DC, You'll Always be Special to MeGoodbye, Friend<br /><br />Metallic bubbles<br />Aluminum infused taste buds<br />Vibrating molars<br /><br />Crackity fizz pop<br />Keens for my clutching embrace<br />Let's talk about this<br /><br />Tab bore Diet Coke<br />Chemically infused rebound<br />Twenty year affair<br /><br />Now we walk alone<br />Broken chain of bubble love<br />Never forgottenPatty Purvisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410320231695678658noreply@blogger.com0