Ivey Lane: the inner voice of a not-so-average woman

Yes, "Ivey" is a play on words, so to speak. I.V. Inner Voice. So Ivey Lane is a state of (my) mind. It's also a figurative place. Average Americana. The behind the blinds peak into what could be any home, anywhere, with it's inhabitants secrets, desires, and dreams. If you ever saw me, you might think "That's a pretty average woman." But if you knew me, you'd know that's not the case. I am much more -- and often much less -- than I appear. Welcome to Ivey Lane.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

12-365 Sleepy puppy

As a "showbiz" gal, it's no surprise that my friend Kate's memorial service is becoming and "event" or that I'm the producer. It's going to be quite a humdinger. Anyway, we got together last night for what was essentially a pre-production meeting at the same place where we met last time.

Recognize this little girl? Yep, this is Cassie and after all the excitement of having people over, playing with toys, wrestling with her other puppy-playmates, and fighting over the chew toy she finally just needed a soft spot to land and chose my lap. What a sweet baby.