
title post- Troop Beverly Hills 1989 (P.S. and where the hell is Shelly Long nowadays?)
Breaking News: The CPSIA Mandatory Testing & Certification Proposed 1 Year Suspension
Long Live Little Alouette!
xo Happy Weekend
This stinks.
First Domino magazine folds and today I hear that Wondertime is bust.
The particularly crappy part to the latter is my article won't run in 2009 now.
I was pretty excited about being in Wondertime- remember?
What a bummer for me.
What a bummer for all of us as it was a gorgeous and lush mag.
Sad heart today.
Will I ever be a writer?
title post- great Expectations 1998
Follow the Bliss...
I embarrass myself at how nostalgic I am. I shrink in horror at the way most anything can elicit wistful feelings in me. I think I was just born this way. I like sappy as much as I like cool. I like that feeling that washes over me when I turn the corner in my mind and go back. And lately going back has made it ever so important to go forward. I have been writing in my mind for weeks, stringing sentences together for my novel right there behind my eyes.
It is time to touch the drain and kick some ass.
Another woefully sentimental movie that I love (na na na boo boo I don't care if it makes me a sap) is "Stealing Home". Jodi Foster and the main character dive into a pool to touch the drain. It is kinda scary to touch the drain in a pool. At least for me. But it is really a good way to wakeyrself up. A good way to prove to yrself that everything is right there really...if you only reach yr hand out a bit more and go those few seconds past yr comfort zone.
Because really, is there anything better than breaking the surface of the water?
Do you have a drain to touch today?
title post-title post- Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure 1989
Wow! A request to write about inspiration from someone that inspires us!
We love Amy, & her hubby at 'little alouette'. So much so that they inspired my husband to stab his hand with a box cutter. Pah! Hahahahaha…
I think the first time Amy & I met was over at flickr.
We had both entered a contest about motherhood. She commented on my entry & we've been following each other around pretty much ever since.
(Her photo was awesome by the way. The pirate one I think. Ya know?)
Anyhoo "Inspiration"...
Phew! That's a BIG question isn't it? What inspires us?
We were asked this question in year 10 design, (OH SO many years ago!) & back then, for me it was a matter of anything that was bleak, ornate, dark & macabre.
Approximately 20ish years on, the reverse is true.
I find myself attracted to the pretty, the "plain", the simple.
I think 10 years in Japan has contributed to this enormously, a chance to scratch the surface of life's 'wa'.
The girls of course are a huge part of this need for simplicity, we still want to be surrounded by beautiful things, but now I find the small & seemingly insignificant details can make the simple come alive…& quickly.
I suppose it's all about cutting back, sorting out & slowing down.
OK, that said, let's get on with the good stuff.
If you look at my link & 'blogs I follow' lists you'll come across the people that inspire me everyday.
The first blog I ever read was 'Soule Mama' about 4 years ago when I was pregnant with Pops.
I was googling info about water births & there she was in all her Mama glory.
It's amazing to go right back to the beginning of her posts, see the blurry pictures & read the hesitation & uncertainty in her "voice".
She would be my pick for the "Mumma In The Xtreme" awards…
Fashion wise I droooool over 'uniform studio'.
Martha's designs are just bliss & have me swinging from "could I make that?" to "Nup, what's the exchange rate like this week?" Lurrrrrrrve her!
Environmentally? 'Going Crunchy' without a doubt.
Shan has taken the dormant activist that lay quietly inside me & brought her to the fore front of my daily life.
My great friend Lachy can lay claim to that as well. Our lives are a lot greener thanks to them.
People that get me, like my friend Bea. Totally teasing me about my obsession with linen, sticks & string.
Always showing up at my place with a bag of crafty goodies for the girls.
All colour & movement that one. Brilliant.
Play for girls is usually based in the Waldorf/Steiner philosophy & everything about Steiner's view on the world interests me.
Gawd.
Have I waffled on enough? Just go check out the blog. It's all there in the sidebar & the posts.
In the end though, it comes down to family.
They are the reason I get up everyday & the reason behind everything I do.
Two pretty little girls & a tall drink-o-water, hand stabbin' hubby.
Inspirational bliss…XXxx
Finn freaks me out. So I know a lot of children find pleasure in creating small shrines of junk in their rooms. I know collecting is king and all, but yesterday I was mortified to discover that Finn is collecting the "belly button" fluff of his father in a small vessel on his dresser.
Finn and Joe hang out for man's hour in the bathroom each night. They smoke pipes and chat. No, seriously- Joe draws a hot bath and relaxes and Finnian sits on this old wooden stool and they talk. It is sweet really. I can hear the mumbled slices of their communication in the kitchen downstairs as I tidy up dinner. I always hear laughter. When I want to be nosy I linger near the staircase and hear the barrage of questions Finn poses. When will my voice be deep? What is plastic? What is this door knob made out of? What is electricity? When will Blaise be big? Can old granny take her teeth out? and so on. I hear Joe so patient in the tub, he deserves an award. He is soaking his body that hurts from physical work but he won't zone out and fully relax- he will always stay above the surface- right there for Finn.
So back to the gross. Joe has told Finn the belly button fluff (as he calls it) is powerful. Finn has fallen right in. So each night if Joe has any belly button lint he will give it to Finn. There is no hope. Second generation odd is here.
title post- Magnolia 1999
The Yearly Click:
1. Choose a prop that the child can grow into or outgrow for drama.
(like a dress or a shirt of an adult in child's life or a piece of jewelry or something fun like a clown nose even!)
2. Commit to keeping the prop in a safe place and taking a yearly shot on the child's birthday or birthday time frame.
3. Write the age and date on back of print! yes PRINT it out! My mother and grandmother told me to write the dates on everything and I laughed! Now I am screwed with several photos and it has only been 4.5 years with Finn! Seriously we do not remember all that we think we always will.
6 months old and 8 months old look the fricking same to me now!
4. Display them! (staircase/wall/nursery)
5. Have fun and guess what? Yr creating amazing memories for the future! Yr an archiver of lovely.
I had no idea until last year that you could "gift" songs to others via itunes.
How fancy.
My friend John sent me Flashlight by Parliament when I had trouble remembering what song he was talking about.
Duh. My ass is still shaking.
I sent him one back (my 2008 song)
and today I am thinking if I have few spare bucks this month
there are a few people I would love to send tracks to.
It is a 99 cent thrill.
It is affordable in the nightmare of today.
title post-Almost Famous 2000
I am looking for a tuxedo shirt like this one.
I have a tux style shirt and I wear it out, but I want like a man's old school vintage one to rock.
Like Tony Clifton would wear.
I want a flower on it like in the picture and I want to wear it open and show a little skin.
It is my hunt. I think the thrift shop is where I will start. I would like it in a ridiculous color too. I thought it would be simple to find photos of sexy ladies sporting these old vintage shirts for dress up nights. You know for inspiration...
I searched flickr and really didn't find too much.
I shall start the trend. Just like I started the trend of cutting off my Chuck Taylor's before they even made low styles. Yeah and I did.
In Logan, Ohio.
title post- The Devil Wears Prada 2006
Follow the Bliss...
Things to Think
Think in ways you've never thought before
If the phone rings, think of it as carrying a message
Larger than anything you've ever heard,
Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats.
Think that someone may bring a bear to your door,
Maybe wounded and deranged; or think that a moose
Has risen out of the lake, and he's carrying in his antlers
A child of your own whom you've never seen.
When someone knocks on the door, think that he's about
To give you something large: tell you you're forgiven,
Or that it's not necessary to work all the time, or that it's
Been decided that if you lie down no one will die.
-Robert Bly
title post- Cocktail 1988