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Life on St Martin's Hill - Winter 2010
8 March 2010
I've Got Those Feelings Again
There's something about a dog that dives into a plethora of pillows that are noticeably reserved for First Class.
And then he just sits there. Innocent of any charges.
Sometimes, I just can't stand it.
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3 March 2010
Lifting
I heard the song of a bird this morning.
After living the season cloaked in darkness,
and cold,
it is such a welcome sound.
Though the snowbanks are still higher than our shoulders,
the days begin to stretch.
The horizon yawns each morning, bringing forth rosy clouds,
and puffs of meringue over the bay.
Like frozen breath.
And as water drips from the eaves, I keep waiting for the tell-tale, no-fail sign of spring.
A massive, metal, deadly-heavy antique cash register sits out in the garden somewhere.
Buried under the ice.
And I.
I wait for it to emerge in the thaw.
It is coming.
It surely is.
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19 February 2010
Things I've Made
Altered Wedding Album
Altered Tea Tin
Altered I*don't*know*what.
With a bird.
Altered shadow box.
Altered wedding card.
And stuff.
Altered tin.
Altered shadowbox.
And stuff.
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13 February 2010
The Day Before
For what seems like weeks, Aimee has been tinkering away in various corners of the house. Masses of what sometimes look like junk are suddenly transformed with a little help from vintage ribbon, die cuts and a glue gun.
Aimee has made it a personal mission to make sure that everyone (yes, everyone) that we've ever met or opened a door for here in town receive a Valentine's goodie from us.
A sweet gesture to be sure, however....
such a venture requires an assistant. I scarcely recall there being a line squeezed in our wedding vows about this assignment. Let's see...'in sickness and in health...for better or worse...and to assist and look like a total goof delivering huge red and pink heart-shaped buckets and the like, to everyone in town that you have ever met.'
How could I have forgotton that line so easily?
So there we were the three of us, (yes, the White Dog, aka the Slobber King, went too), walking about town in the face of a brutal wind coming in from the bay with only the most feminine of weaponry to shield us.
For most Valentine's Day represents a day to share and rekindle affections with a loved one. For me it is a brutal hike in humiliation and self awareness. For it wasn't until yesterday that I realized many things about myself.
You see, I made several hideous mistakes during 'Operation Quipid' yesterday and now realize the errors of my ways. Let this serve as my confession. It was wrong of me to attempt to park in that parking space before checking with Aimee first, and that it suited her fancy. How could I have failed to properly account for the car keys that Aimee took from me upon arrival at the post office (even though I was driving)?
My small mind was unable to grasp that certain people should get goodie boxes which contained heart-shaped lip gloss while others would get better use of chocolates or a Valentine's banner.
My squishy brain struggled to make sense of this strange new currancy. My face grew as red as our deliveries, in part due to the relentless wind but mostly due to my embarassment in trying to solve this strange Valentine's Day equation. 'How many chocolates equal a banner? Or is it that lip gloss equals a banner and everyone gets chocolates...or does everyone get a banner?'
I suppose I should be grateful to have 364 more days to figure it out.
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9 February 2010
New News
New beads! Would you believe it?
Sometimes the studio falls into a slump.
Bored with the same-oh, same-oh,
and therefore,
Nothing attempted.
Though there are loads of sketches scattered haphazardly along the bench,
threatening to make a fire unless we practice some safety.
But if you aren't making anything, there's no threat of fire.
See?
Eventually the slump comes to an end, and armed with the 'Can-do' attitude, the torches are roaring once again.
New beads! Top two photos are of a new series,
AnthroMorphics.
The third & fourth photos are of a new series,
Escargot et Shells.
And here to make her very own debut is:
Miss Marie Antoinette.
All can be found in our Etsy shoppe!
An easy link, over there, to the left!
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7 February 2010
Dedicated to Miss Andrea
What a lovely soul, she is.
Why, I had no idea!
None whatsoever.
Her my partner.
For a Sparkling Winter White Swap.
And wow!
I was amazed.
Fantastic ephemera.
Mother of pearl, too.
And history not forgotten.
Nor lost.
The thoughtfulness was humbling.
Each item having its own special place.
Immediately.
Items that waxed nostalgia.
And awoke sleeping memories of my own past.
Grandmother.
And a friend named Timmy.
Such a dear, sweet soul she is.
Thank you Miss Andrea.
Thank you.
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