morning has broken.

*eats her crunchy corn bran*
Alright. It is a bright sunny day and I am off to work. Shall I wear black today? The bright color went over well yesterday. Now I should aim for somber but kicky. (the black dress with butterflies and sequins)

I do believe we also need to go grocery shopping.

I hope the weather stays half-way decent this weekend. Mr. Jenner received his new lawn mower in the post yesterday and I am sure he is itching to try it out.

Who is excited about the up-coming conclave?

Today I owned work. I made things pretty, I fixed things, I accomplished much. I did this all while the painkillers were slowly wearing off.
I somehow tried to twist myself like a pretzel while I was sleeping and woke up to back spasms and with all of my muscles tight. I can't exactly turn my head either. Yet I remain cheerful.
I am making myself finish at least one damn story this weekend. It is gnawing at me. sarahparah provided a bit of inspiration for this one. If I finish it soon enough I promise to show it here.

I figured I earned a treat after a long painful day. I bought myself some blush (Revlon make-up is half off at the drug store right now. Weeee!) and then I bought myself some gelato. I had the riso and the raspberry. It was delicious. I needed it. I am going to sleep in tomorrow.

Sleeping in and finishing a story is all I have for the weekend. Maybe I will make cake as well.

I have been watching the Pope's funeral on the television and when the camera panned on the crowd I had to laugh a bit because there are moments that make me think of Fellini films. Specifically Nights of Cabiria. The camera at the funeral showed images of slightly casual looking Italians wearing very chic sun-glasses. Some were dressed in beautiful suits and dresses. Very somber and appropriate for the occasion. Most were dressed in Jeans and fairly relaxed tops and sweaters. (everyone's hair looked fab I might add) In "Nights of Cabiria" there is a scene that involves a religious festival and a good number of the crowd is dressed kind of casual (if not a bit ragged) and wearing sunglasses through-out all of it.
Proving the long-held Gibson family theory that everything in life is Fellini-esque. He captured a rather interesting side of Italian culture when it came to the small/common folk and even today it is still holds true.
It was a rather nice funeral mass.