PJs and roses

Party animals that we are, the DM and I went out for music at the Salida Café last night. It was an eclectic evening featuring a fingerstyle guitarist, a celtic duo, and a honky tonk/blues pianist. Friends with separate careers, they thought it would be fun to tour together a bit, which meant we were treated to a three-concerts-in-one event. As a collection they call themselves Uncommon Bonds, but we were cautioned against trying to Google for them. (Apparently the hottest link by that name turns up an over-18 Australian fetish club. Yikes!)

A later-than-normal evening (we were still in bed by midnight, don't get any crazy ideas) meant a slightly later-than-normal morning, but I had already prepared the print setup and was ready to roll when I finally got vertical.



OOPH. There were a few struggles to overcome this morning, the greatest one being color mixing. The first print I pulled was alarmingly dark, so I stopped to tweak the color some more. And then some more. And then some more. Sheesh. So much for the "printing better in pajamas" theory.

While I was fumbling around with ink, the DM discovered a cupboard devoid of coffee. (Not a crisis for me, but for him.) Luckily we live a block and a half from the grocery store, so he trundled out for beans and came home with roses. Golly. My studio sports prints and flowers. Can't get much better than that. Ink struggles are already just a memory. Happy Valentine's Day!