Famous (To Me)

I return from getting my cat her monthly stash of cat food this afternoon to a large box of wonder on my front porch.

When I was poor, living in Kansas City and fresh out of art school, friends and I used to joke that I’d pen a cook book and memoir called Famous (To Me). In it, I would have all the casserole dishes I would make at the Chequers Apartments mixed in with trashy stories of various things I’ve done in my life. Hence the title of today’s blog posting.

Somebody on Tumblr contacted me a couple weeks ago, stating they wanted to send me a care package. While the recruitment patches and buttons are surely a sign from the Velvet Mafia that I’ve fallen way behind on my quota for the last two years, it’s the framed art that has grabbed my heart strings!

I suppose that I’ve now reached John Waters-like status if I’m being showered with goodies like these, right?

In any case, this dear boy is getting something in return. The jug marked “Toe Jam” is going into my toy case in my bedroom. Not this one, but the glass one. If you’ll excuse me I have to go dab my tears of joy.

Thank you so much!