Something about art supply stores makes me giddy. First of all, there's something about their parking lots. Most art supply stores have, pretty much, that same kind of back-of-the-store-against-a-blank-wall little parking lot. The kind of parking lot that at first makes you question the decision to park, but then you convince yourself it's supposed to be Abstract.
Today I went to Jerry's Artarama in West Hartford. When I went there, especially with a name like Jerry's, I mean come on, I expected a cute little local place run by an old man. Touché, misleading titles.
Turns out, it's huge, mouthwatering walls of art-filled goodness. Also, it's a chain, and apparently there's one in Provvy. Blasphemy or not, I think it may be my new Utrecht.
Whatever, I got a new set of pastels. It's wonderful and I want to use them now. More importantly! Jerry's is life lessons, evidently. Guy at the register? Scrumptious McOogle-Eyes! Yes. Almost asked for his number. Didn't. Not a big deal, not even a small deal, though it seemed important at the moment.
What I realised when I got home is that it's absolutely silly that I've been getting said Googly Eyes over men as of late simply for awesome style and/or awesome beards. Does an adorable jumper or perfect amount of scruff yield a number request? Last month, I insisted upon heavy crushage simply because a guy I was workin' wif looked like he could be in the band Deer Tick. Not that he looked like anyone in the band Deer Tick. But he looked like he belonged there.
Summation: Crushes are so silly! And such a completely different world from actual Matchingness or Electricity [I refuse to use the word Chemistry, ever, because when I took that class in high school, I'm pretty sure I pity-passed]. Because I know for truesies that true love is hidden beneath Beards 'n Sweaters.
But despite the Silly, I am so excited about my new pastels! Pomegranate lemonade and prompt copy prettifying and pastels! An evening of P.
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