Oh darling Friday! I love the relief you give me of work well done for the last five days, your red wine and chocolate, your promise of pajamas and fuzzy socks, your 2-hour special on Elvis so lost and broken, your twinkle lights turned on outside, your command to stop thinking about exercise missed or opportunities lost, your promise of a completely unelevating novel waiting on the bedside table, your tantalizing come-hither murmur of all the work I can get done on Saturday or Sunday but not tonight, your time out from duty and must-dos. Sweet Friday, if only there were two of you a week.
It's not on a map. There's no zip code, area code, dress code. There's a honky tonk just down the road, the moon is always full, maybe there's a pecan tree in the backyard and an old red truck in the driveway, the houses are faded aqua and neon pink, Frida Kahlo is the patron saint, and I'd live here full-time if I could...this is my ode to inspiration.-
Founder and Publisher of Skirt! Magazine. Writer, editor, blue Kentucky girl exiled in South Carolina, country mouse longing for a penthouse, sometime recluse, sometime party girl. 
The things that inspire me to turn off tv and turn on imagination, to get off my couch and get creative, plus bits and pieces on keeping a journal, the writing craft, collagery, photography and assorted other arty alchemy.
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- Appreciate conceptual art
- Have a friend named India
- Wear a beret
- Pretend to love anime
- Appreciate Marc Jacobs ads
- Own a Prius
- Live in Marfa, Texas
- Go to Burning Man
- Live in Park Slope, Brooklyn
- Understand Dutch design
- Snag an all-access pass
- Walk in high heels without wobbling
- Stay at the San Jose Hotel in Austin, TX
- Hail a cab like a city girl
When I worked in an office, I always loved Fridays best. Anticipating the weekend was at least as good, often better, than the weekend itself.
I love this description of Friday, so true, especially fuzzy socks and red wine.