arthipstory

When someone tells me to face my problems.

Or do my chores.

Or just turn around.

No.
No.
No.

TFW some drama’s about to go down…

Suit up, ladies, this is gon’ be a show.

Mary Cassatt’s not doing me any favors by presenting the most woeful woman in the world.

Wednesday, really? More like, Monday Day 3.

I feel a similar fixation on my computer screen when my manager seeks out suckers for last-minute tasks before the weekend.

Head down and work, head down and work.

Yale’s Art Gallery hosts a delicious summary of Winslow Homer’s A Game of Croquet. It calls the game “vindictive” and “flirtatious,” which hello, yes.

I LOVE the idea of these women being all pissy about each other’s balls going the wrong way they end up making out in a bathroom. Kidding, how could you even get one hoop skirt in a stall, let alone two?!

I love everything about Hopper’s Rooms for Tourists.

The awnings, the bright light, the soothing light of the front parlor…

I need a bed and breakfast stay like this STAT.

TFW you realize you left read receipt on, but wanted to be coy.

When given the chance to go out and be cultured, like:
– visit a museum,
– go to a foreign film,
– or read a book at a restaurant alone,
– tour a park with friends,

OR

stay inside and fan myself from the comfort of my own home…

…I choose the latter.

Each and every time, the latter.

Sara looks like she’s three beers in on a dog-friendly patio.

/ my life in a painting, for sure.

Mood all day.