Merry Xmas to all and to all a good night.

I never thought I’d say this but I actually think I’m sick of drinking.  There – I said it, pass the thermometer.  I may have passed over without noticing it but I think it’s true.  Maybe it’s the cheap lick-envelopes I bought to post my xmas cards.  Maybe it’s just genuine liver-at-capacity.  Not that I haven’t been enjoying getting to this point.

In a year that has seen my brother Tex and sister Suzanne erased from this earth in the same spectacular moment, I have discovered many things, including an iron will to continue.  Not that the event hasn’t left a meteor-sized crater on my landscape – It’s just that I’ve stared in the face of the unthinkable and am still here.  I watched them drive down the driveway and their tail lights disappear down the country road, thinking to myself that five family members in one piece of metal was a lot.  And it was.  As I drove frantically through the countryside an hour later trying to find the missing three, I used the law of probability as my comfort.  Unfortunately what I learned from this is that shit happens.  To all of us.  Deserved or not.

So to the memory of Tex and Suzanne, and my father before them, I raise a glass to a life lived as I want it.  Why not?

I came across this video the other day on Sarah Wilson’s website and was struck with the irony of sliding doors – near misses and direct hits.  I admit I watched with some bitterness that my family’s car wasn’t one of the near misses.  C’est la vie.

I wish you all much merriment and joy and a fabulous 2010.  Personally I think it’s going to be a good one.

Thank you to all my insanely fabulous friends – you know who you are, and how much i have to thank you for.

Tagged as: Death, Fashion Illustration, Sliding doors, Xmas