There’s nothing like a little webby back patting, and recently the Blog of Adorability known as Simple Finds discovered the ol’ Curiology Labs and took a liking to our customized heart tattoo shirts.

Prompting Wardly blushing in deep shades of red, the Simple Finds scribe called my work “inspiring” (oh hush!) and also noted that the customized tattoo tees are a great way to lay claim to a man so that no other ambitious trollups can fix their mitts on him.

Simple Finds, that’s a golden idea. In fact, I hereby propose that Curiology custom tattoo tees be purchased in anticipation of every first date. Why not set the bar high with a little romantic dibb-calling? Let’s look in the Curiological crystal ball:

Sheila: Oh hi! You must be Kevin!

Kevin: Hey! Sheila, right?

Sheila: (Giggles) Yes. I wore my polka dot shirt like I said so you could find me!

Kevin: I know, people never look like their profile pictures, right?

Sheila: Actually, speaking of shirts, Kevin, I had this made for you. So the whole world could know that you are mine.

Kevin: That’s highly territorial, but also pretty romantic, Sheila.

So as the holiday party season begins and Aunt Regina sets you up with her neighbor’s son, or you finally meet that stud you’ve been stalking eyeing on Facebook, just give Curiology a holler. That’s what we’re here for.

With warmest fuzzy regards,

Miss Alie Ward

Chief Curiologist

Halloh my lovely comrades!

Pardon the bloggerffic absence on my part, but I’ve been sporadically out of town, and have been enjoying three dimensional exploits more so than two dimensional screen-bound electronic ones. But my nose is firmly back to the grindstone with many new Curiological developments for fall. I’ll list them in bullet points, so as not to overwhelm you:

1. More new paintings

2. Prints of those paintings

3. More blogging

4. My neighbor has a rooster

I guess I padded things with that last one. As long as I have broached the topic of my neighbor’s rooster, please allow me some catharsis; let me tell you about my neighbor’s rooster. Oh my lord. For those of you who remember the Nancy Kerrigan footage of tire-iron knee-crackery, do your best to recall the “Why-why-why?” wails of larynx-shredding agony that erupted from the young figure skater when Tanya Harding’s thugs assaulted her with a bar of metal. That is how my soul feels every morning when my neighbor’s rooster attacks my ears, my dreams and my psyche with his malevolent cockadoodledooery.

What’s the rooster got going on so early in the morning? A conference call to China? Sleep in. Take a load off, buddy. You’re a chicken.

I don’t know why my neighbor suddenly owns this rooster. I would like him to not own a rooster.

This has been a recent development, and I hope to God that my neighbor is a viciously carnivorous man, hungry for coq au vin or chicken caccitore, and that my neighbor can no longer bear the constant salivations and stomach churning hunger that afflicts him every time he feeds this rooster. That, or I hope some nice lady who lives in the country–not my gang-addled ghetto– comes to adopt this loud, horrible bird and ends the daily dawn-squawking that robs me of rest.

In other news, all else at Curiology HQ is dandy. I’m happy, I love painting, and with the upcoming holidays, we’re expecting a big season for tattoo shirts. We’re all well stocked after the summer shortage, and are turning them around faster than ever.

Much adoration to each of you, and check in for more updates.

Also, if anyone knows of any lovely, spacious apartments in the Silverlake or Beachwood Canyon area of Los Angeles, do send word or leave me a comment.

With unbridled affection,

Miss Alie Ward

Chief Curiologist

curiology.com

Note: the above painting, “Wishbone vs.” is 7 inches square and available. Shoot me a note if you’d like to add it to your collection.