February 21, 2011


Saturday was a fantastic day. Let me count the ways*...

1. Beautiful weather. In Houston, that is a big deal.
2. Fantastic morning yoga class. Plus, some fantastic yoga news**.

A few of my favorite yoginis.

3. Snagging the last cranberry orange muffin.
4. Perfectly sweet iced latte.

New works on display at Hello-Lucky

5. Afternoon arting.
6. Evening art opening. Thanks to every single person who came out!

On display at Hello-Lucky through March 26

7. Chocolate coins.

I really, really love my kaleidoscope.

8. Friends who happy.
9. Thai food. Family style. There is no other way.

Houston posse.

10. And capping it all off with CHOCOLATE MOUSSE CAKE! RAWR!***

*I rhyme sublime. Perhaps, in time. I'll...eat a lime and...learn to mime?
**Little known Lisa fact: I moonlight as a yoga instructor aaaand I am officially teaching a regular class again!
***Rawring is the only way to eat cake.

February 16, 2011

Bunny Slopes

Five day hiatus in the mountains. A little sun...a little ski...a little snow...

And a blueberry muffin top!!!

Ahhhhh. Back to work.

February 9, 2011

You Suck, Glen Coco

Love songs fill the radio waves. Storefronts and classrooms are washed in shades of pink and red. Jewelers increase their markups. Chocolate sales go through the roof. Florists make a killing.

Ah, sweet love, it's Valentine's Day.

FrenetiCore's Anti-Love Party: where I will have 4 love themed pieces up for auction

Valentine stems all the way back to elementary classroom parties where the rule was you either bring a Valentine card for everyone or no one at all. And because you didn't want to be a killjoy and because your parents didn't want the "uninvolved" label, everyone always gave everyone something. At the end of the day, your tiny backpack overflowed with candies and cards and you felt like the most loved kid in the entire school district.

Little did you know, soon, the "all or none" rule disappears. And until you grow up and find yourself a spouse/partner who hopefully isn't one of those "holidays suck" type, for a brief moment in time, you are left at the mercy of one giant popularity contest.

Shot Me Down

High school. It was the bane of my adolescent existence.

Cupid's a Bitch

Like any teenage girl, I loved Valentine's Day. It was a day of dressing up in a special outfit. It was a day to dole out little gifts to your girl friends. It was a day of anticipation to see how many carnations were secretly sent to you. It was a day to see which cute boy would finally profess his love for you. It was a day to walk around school with your arms full of stuffed animals, flowers and balloons. It was a day to feel like the most special, pretty, loved girl in the entire school district.

Except. Year after year, I got bupkis.

Cold Outside

I wasn't the popular girl. I wasn't the cute girl. I wasn't even the ok friend of the cute girl.

I was the girl you compared notes with. I was the girl you accidentally ran into because you didn't notice her*. I was the girl you asked to watch your stuff. History project? I was the girl you wanted in your group.

Sweet Talk

So, here is my Valentine's Day PSA:

If you are in highschool and you're a cool kid, enjoy it while it lasts. Popularity never extends beyond the 12th grade.

And if you are a loser, just be patient. You have a lifetime of resentment and bitterness ahead of you.

*Or, if you're really lucky...one of those boys will notice you. He'll notice you just long enough to grab you by the backpack and use you as a battering ram to navigate his way through the congested school hallways. Not that I would know...

February 6, 2011


Despite The Great Houston Icemageddon of 2011, I traversed* slushy roads alongside Super Bowl bound revelers, to arrive in Dallas for the Strangely Sweet show at We Are 1976.

My chauffeur.

Even though I knew from stalking their website that We Are 1976 is an amazing store...I didn't know just how amazing until I finally made my way there. What kidrobot is in New York...Domy Books is in Houston...We Are 1976 is in Dallas.

My DFW posse. Thank you, guys!!!

And I was so incredibly honored to have been art showing alongside established Dallas artist, Jason Cohen.

Jason really knows how to put on a show.

After all the wine had been drunk, shrimp chips eaten and Love Letter cookies snatched one by one by an unnamed artist who may or may not have then hidden in a corner to gobble them up, it was time for this weary traveler to call it a night.

And how does any self respecting artist end an exhilarating night of artistdom...artisthood...artistwhoring?

It's a glamorous life.

In her hotel room...by 11pm...still fully dressed...with an Oreo** McFlurry. Mmm mmm art.

*Ok, husband traversed the slick roads while I mouth breathe slept.
**Butterfinger would've been better.