10.29.2009

caught


Oct. 28, 2009 | 8:27 p.m. | Margarita (or was it condensation from the margarita glass?) | El Burrito Loco

It's so small I didn't classify it as a spill, but those around me said that was cheating.

no balance


Oct. 24, 2009 | 11:25 a.m. | The grease from leftover spinach artichoke dip | My bedroom

10.28.2009

give me some sugar


Oct. 22, 2009 | 11:22 p.m. | Powdered sugar | My kitchen

No electronics were harmed in the making of this photo.

holy guacamole


Oct. 19, 2009 | 2:50 p.m. | Mexican leftovers | Gardunos

Ah, yes, the accumulated meal spill. This is a favorite of mine. I promise I'm actually 25, not 5.

fancy


Oct. 17, 2009 | 6:35 p.m. | Caramel sauce from a divine dessert | Niche

it's all in the timing


Oct. 14, 2009 | 11:10 p.m. | Abuelita | My bed

The worst part about this spill? I washed my white down comforter the night before...

caffeine overload


Oct. 11, 2009 | 8:09 a.m. | Coffee | My brother's house in Columbia, Mo.

just a drop...or two


Oct. 8, 2009 | 10:55 p.m. | Some mixed beer drink | Growler's Pub

how I knew it was time


Oct. 16, 2009 | 10:25 p.m. | Apple cider | My house

I'm not the world's biggest klutz. Occasionally, I'm even coordinated. That said, it's always our friends who keep us honest, and recently my friend John pointed out my specialty: spills. We do bar reviews once a week and after spilling pork juice, beer and other greasy substances, he suggested I document my accidents. As a photographer, I document a lot of the world around me. I rarely document myself.

When John first suggested I start a spill blog, I laughed. Then I decided to document my spills for a few weeks, just to see if I actually spilled enough to make an interesting blog from the incidents. It was ultimately my dog Baley who let me know, yes, I spill enough to start a blog. I was hosting a small gathering and had just put a cup of hot cider to my lips when Bales sprinted passed me (quite triumphantly, might I add) and spilled my cider all over the couch and me. Yep, that was the moment. I had modeled spilling enough that now even my dog was doing it with style. And so we begin...