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Haven’t been around much as my silly computron as been down with this crap stomach thing that’s been going around, I’m sure.  It has been somewhat liberating and I’m getting a lot more real world stuff done like helping friends move, cleaning the kitchen and sleeping, but I do feel like part of my soul has been ripped away.  The mister is currently working on getting my baby up and running again so we’ll see.

This week has brought us a small reprieve from the minus holy shit weather we experienced through January but came by way of upsy downiness and lots of snow then freezing, then melting and more snow then freezing again bringing us to this day which is pleasantly mild & drippy yet still wintery with an atmosphere that only comes on days like today.  It’s so very different than the catch as catch can impromptu visits and catching up of spring, summer and fall.  We’re all a little more insular in our snow globe homes.  All the business of our main drag location just seems to happen around us but we can be cosy & well kept in our little worlds which look all samey in their abundant beigy/bluey/whiteness but there are so many wonderful little bits of eye candy and signs of life in our back/front/side yards.

It’s fun that our neighbours have their own take on enjoying this weather too.  They built this lovely snow & ice sculpture in their front yard.

And then there are all of the sculptures and vignettes nature leaves our little urban landscape.

And then there’s life imitating nature in its patterning and design.

Even the chiffon is reflective of winter.

And the pièce de resistance at the moment is this handsome snowman some other neighbours-friends built in our backyard.  Isn’t he a dandy?

I’m glad to live in a neighbourhood of imagination & play.  Life is afoot.

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bug powder dust

amazing photo via Sabrina Campagna.

If a dream takes place within the same trappings but is entirely different situationally is it a recurring dream?

I ask because that is exactly what has happened in my dreamscape for the last 3 nights.  We’re all in this massive compound which I relate to as being the hospital for sick children in Toronto but it is much much bigger, there are very few sick children and we all live there in an industrious & communal society.  My family lives there together save me as I live in a barracks-like situation in order to complete some kind of special tactical training, the end goal of which I’m never really made to know and it never really makes sense because the nature of the society in which we live is very peace-oriented and democratic, though there are certain issues around drug control which are loosely governed with loosely enforced laws.

You should also know that I’m a shapeshifter in it.  I usually choose to shift into the form of a fuzzy flying bug.

I can’t remember the details of the dreams the two nights prior to last, but last night was strange, scary and funny.  So funny I woke myself up a couple of times with my chortling but quickly went back into the dream.  This compound we live in is sort of an open concept, tree-like structure with many built in features for making one’s way around while in human form which are designed to challenge the users’ physical prowess rather than for convenience.  There are things like elevators and such but they’re meant only for those who need them and the rest of us are to make our way around along narrow, open corridors, rope ladders and suspension bridges.  To put it into out of dream context, this place could be thought of in terms of a hollowed out giant sequoia, fitting it with 183 million jungle gyms as apartments enough for a colony of termites and calling it home.  If one was afraid of heights then one would have a really hard time getting around in this joint.  That’s precisely the issue the dream me had which made it funny.

I was training with a mate and he had a hip problem going on which kept getting him stuck in shifted form.  Because I was in human form and it’s frowned down upon to strut around outside the training area in one’s shifted form, he asked me to go back to the barracks and grab a bag containing some illegal pain killers he needed to shift back into his human form.  With quite a lot of trepidation I made my way back to the barracks, feeling that debilitating, vertiginous fear of heights the entire way.  It was crippling and I remember thinking to myself ‘if I could just shift into a bug and fly this would be so much easier.’  This was a crazy, irrational fear as there was really no way one could fall from any great distance between levels and one always had the ability to shift in order to save oneself.  I soon gathered enough lucidity to manipulate the bridges and ropes by pushing them up or pulling them down to the next level.  As the fear remained crippling I had to laugh at myself for being so clever and still so very, very frightened.  That was wake-up number one but I quickly fell back into the dream and continued to make my way to the barracks.

When I arrived in my mate’s quarters I found another man there looking for him and quickly found out that my mate was a drug dealer.  The man in the barracks insisted that I sell him some of the powder I’d come to pick up.  When I refused he grabbed it (it was in a little pouch in the shape of monkey Julius’ head, so you know), shifted into something which looked like little more than a puff of blue dust and flew off with his mates.  I made chase in human form, keeping my eye on the puffs of dust all the while and convincing myself that it’s better to just stay human until I’m close enough to them to figure out what their puffs were.  When I was pretty much on top of them I tried to shift into the dust form but again was too lucid to allow my dream self to do so.  Each attempt only saw me as a cute, fuzzy flying bug instead of the blue dust my dream self wanted to shift into.  At one point my dream self became so frustrated with my lucid but still dreaming self that she turned around, in her cute, fuzzy bug form and told me off.  That was wake up laugh number two.

Again, I quickly made my way back into the dream only to find that I was stuck in shifted form as I’d exhausted myself trying to shift into the dust.  As I still carried a Monkey Julius bag of my own, I contemplated taking some of the powder my mate thought would get him back to human form but was having so much fun flying I decided not to until I was back to training providing I still couldn’t do it naturally.  At that point the dog started licking knees and I woke up.

So yeah, fun dream.  Scary dream.  Thought I’d share.  Does anyone else get crazy-vivid dreams?  Are they adventurous, more processing or both?  I love hearing about other people’s dreams.  Tell me about them!


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I completely forgot that Corine tagged in her post about what was learned in Ohate.  I suck.  Yes I do.

It’s kind of an overwhelming topic at this juncture as ’08 has brought many changes in circumstances my way after having quit my job as a corporate whore in late ’07, settling in to living with the mister, a child going into his teens and developing an intimate relationship with Sick Kids Hospital as the result of an injury my daughter sustained.  I also have that annoying habit of learning from other people’s experience.  I learned a lot, but I’ll try to keep this short and sweet.

– You know that whole me being lucky with money thing that you’re all giving me the gears for?  Yeah, I learned that’s pretty much true.

– It’s really healthier for all of humanity to keep my standards non-negotiable.

– I’ve got an amazingly supportive group of friends.

– I can’t be friends with everyone.

– I relearned how to let shit go.

– Leaving a bad job is like leaving a bad relationship.  All those steps of grieving and everything.  True story.

– My kids have picked up a lot of my bad habits but some good ones too.

– I’m sensitive and I’d like to stay that way.

– Walking around with your heart on one sleeve and your vulnerabilities on the other can be exhausting but so worth it.

– My sense of reciprocity is skewed.

– I really am a quick study.

– I will never grow out of the desire to take on my children’s pain.

– Canada has been wearing blinders for far too long and we were not prepared for the shock of reintroduction to daylight.

– I finally got that damned shoe-tying thing down too.


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it’s rockabilly for your eyes

Most of my inner circle knows that I harbour secret fantasies of being a cowgirl and have a penchant for anything with a tripped out country aesthetic…it’s why I’ve had a crush on Carl McCoy for so long.  So it’s no wonder I couldn’t tear myself away from the second issue of Refueled after I came across it in some blog in my reader this morning.  I’ve been poring over it for over an hour, reading every single word of every single article, soaking up all the slick and crunchy imagery.  I’m in ‘zine lust.  It is so super sexy I just want to live in its pages amongst all of those grungy and meticulously curated things.

You can read it at issuu here.

Or you can download it (in PDF format) here.

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the value added features of an ADD mind

I’ve been racking my brain trying to come up with ways to better organise and live with the itty bitty space which is my studio.  At the moment it’s a complete disaster zone and I have to confess that it’s a complete write-off and I’ve been working from the kitchen as a result (+ because the air conditioner is still up there which makes the room unbearably cold).  I literally spend almost 4 hours/week reorganising this space which I don’t think anyone can argue is completely the anathema of efficiency.

I thought the answer to my woes was to save up for a nice, shiney, chrome baker’s rack on which to neatly organise my fabric stash and books.  As I work with fabric above and beyond everything else and I really need to have a direct view of all of the goodies available to me I feel that would be a great storage solution.  That’s still an option, however I need something fast and it occurred to me today to simply shop from home (for free!) and switch up my storage system.

Here is the at-a-glance option I currently have, storing patterns, notions, magazines, beads, yarns, dremel stuff, trims and ribbons:

Since that picture was taken I’ve pared down a lot of my yarn stash and it now fits nicely into about 3 different containers.  In the following picture you can see my current fabric stash storage: the beautiful hope chest my dad built for me years ago in the state it’s normally (and currently) in:

I know, it’s a complete disaster.  I have no shame.  But see what I mean?  It drives me in-freakin’-sane.

Tomorrow I go up there and begin the transformation.  If you don’t hear from me by Saturday, send the troops.


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nut ——–> tree

It has to be said that I’ve a lot of inspirational people in my life and not the least of them are my parents.  I didn’t turn out this way by accident and I have them to thank for it for better or for worse.  I’ve already shared with you a few of my mum’s quirks and today I would like to share with you a few of my dad’s.

My dad and his partner live in rural southern Ontario just outside the small town my mum lives in.  They have a gorgeously landscaped and rather large lot backed by farmer’s fields & wooded areas.  On this they’ve made a real home which fits both of their lifetstyles and caters to their need to make stuff.  Their basement is a veritable crafter’s paradise filled with everything from heavy woodworking machinery to fine laces and trims.  They’ve each got their area of expertise and interest but sometimes those come together and the results are generally awe-inspiring and envy-inducing…well, for my city-slicking self, anyway.

Here are a couple of their latest accomplishments:


That is the newly reconstructed chicken coop.  Necessity was the mother invention on this project as they had so many issues with weasels.  Many of the fittings are reclaimed from the previous coop, auction finds and lumber yard cast offs.


And that’s the greenhouse.  Well-used, well-loved and made almost entirely of reclaimed materials.

Side view:


Isn’t it lovely?  That’s a rabbit enclosure off the back.  I’m envious of the rhododendron in there.  Oh what I could do with a greenhouse like that.

Someday I’ll get out there and get pictures of all of the other wonderful & creative things they’ve done in their yard because it’s one of the coolest places I know, but in the meantime there’s your taste of the genetics involved in moi.  See where I’m coming from?


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ruffles are the new black

Ruffles have been inner than in for a few seasons now and I have to say I quite like that and they’re no likely to go away any time soon.  Although I do argue that ruffles can go horribly, horribly wrong, I love that they’re being applied to just about everything for a fresher, softer, more romantic look.  Everything in moderation, right?

Here are some favourite ruffly things, via etsy.  Click the pics to go to the store:

Alright, nevermind the thing I said about moderation.  This profusion of ruffles melts my heart:

…as does this one:

…and this one too:

Are you wearing ruffles?  What’s your favourite ruffly thing?

Discuss.  I’m going to go put ruffles on stuff.  Possibly even the dog.


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