ghost blog (goe-st bu-log) noun. 1. a misty substance where once before there had been a blog, 2. a blog written by a ghost, or undead being 3. any web blog which has dried up and ceased to produce substance or posts. syn ghost town; dead blog
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So, where have I been all these months? you may be asking yourself. ((shrugs)) Right here, in front of my computer, not writing posts. When you have a blog and you don’t keep it up-to-date, because, ya know, your life is so gawdawful busy, well, that’s when you end up with a ‘ghost blog’. So in celebration of my newly found GHOST BLOG Status, I present to you Kelly McBride, a tiny dollhouse-scale miniature Ghost Bride.
So that’s what I’ve been doing Making arty things. Oh. And plus I went on vacation. Because I am infamous for my perfect timing, I flew into Palm Springs just in time for the record-setting heat wave that swept across the great western deserts.
There were plenty of palm trees. And lunch at the famous Riviera with a poolside view on the 4th of July.
The Riviera Spa and Resort was the cool spot back in the day, where Hollywood celebrities came to see each other and be seen . Your Frank Sinatras, Bop Hope, Jack Benny, your Marilyn Monroes. Speaking of whom…there is a visiting giant sculpture in downtown Palm Springs of Marilyn. Here she is, with me all ant-sized beneath her:
My second day there, my friend arranged a group mani-pedi at a local spa. The owner made the mistake of offering our group wine or champagne. We took that to mean “open bar” and had glass after glass. After glass. I stepped outside, and it was so hot my eyelashes curled up into tiny ashes and died. It was 122 degrees in the desert that day!
But one of the guys with us had a pool. So we went over there for a swim. I brought along another bottle of champagne. They also had crispy white wine., a delicate Sauvignon Blanc, as I somewhat am able to recall… Drinking and swimming when it’s 122 degrees outside? spectacular!
I left just before the fires which headed toward Palm Springs a few days later. Home. Time to get back to work. More art dolls.
So that’s it. That’s my update. My post. Proof positive that I am alive. So I’ve just de-ghosted my ghost blog!!! And now I’m off for some more allergy testing. You know the kind, where they stick a hundred needles in your arm? Yeh. that.
And what have you all been up to? do tell…