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taking time…
to breathe.
look at the whole picture.
cry. and laugh.
taking time, to…
surround myself with good friends.
and find the friend-that is myself.
taking time to…
doodle. for five minutes.
to listen to music so loud i can’t hear my thoughts…
to try new foods, and get sick from them.
but most of all,
taking time to be gentle to myself.
what are you taking time to do?
yesterday, i started to try to do one or two of the ‘50 drawing ideas for kids‘
but like someone who no longer has the pure amazing endless imagination of a child, i over analysed EVERYTHING that i did. none of it was good enough, erase. start over again. look up ideas online.
i need some kids around me.
you want to send me yours? send them with some snacks too, please. for me.
so anyway.. i’m going to try to loosen up-shake all those thoughts from my head, and just… do it. draw like i’m 7 years old.
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drawing another idea from the vessel.
‘list ten things that you’d like to do everyday.’
i love.. love love kids imaginations. i love drawing with kids, listening to them tell stories.
i love their art…
i have so many dreams about my (future) kids drawings, ideas of what i want to do with them.
but like anyone, sometimes you just need a push in the right direction to get things started. so, i created a downloadable-printable list of ideas. print it, cut it out, and pick randomly. get started! have fun! you can do this yourself, or bring some kids in for the good fun. they always spice things up.
you can download the ideas here!
no bread for toast?
no milk for cereal?
no…. cereal?
no fruit for a quick, easy, and…healthy start?
tortillas left over from monday night’s soft tacos? check.
two tortillas, butter lightly.
cinnamon. sugar. mix mix sprinkle.
oven. melty. bubbly. cinnamon wafting through the house…
roll it up. cut it up. serve with a hot cuppa.
when i used to stay at a friends house–any time we were craving something sweet, or… really, just wanted something to eat. she introduced me her to trick… –tortillas, cut in fours-pop in the toaster. smear on some peanut butter while they are hot. sprinkle with sugar. ha! how delightfully disgusting. don’t knock it till you try it.
back to my ‘cinnamon rolls’ -they’re nothing like papa makes.. but eh. they work.
good morning! : )
yesterday and today.
i got my hair done today and it is loooovely. had it trimmed and deep conditioned because it was starting to scream at me. it was really bad. and now i cant keep my hands out of it…
here’s another picture… ooooh do you see the silky and shiny and smooooth?
yes you do.
when the weather is nice–men like to talk to each other, with a fence, gate, or hedge between them.
and i’m not just saying that because of the photo. i didn’t even take the photo because it was the first time-no. i took the photo because EVERYWHERE that i went…. men talking to men–leaning around. looking important. talking to each other with a fence, gate, or hedge separating them. so then of course i HAD to take a picture because…. because it’s weird. silly.
and because it’s better than showing you what women look like when the clouds hide for the day.
i’d have to go censor every photo.
and that would take too much time.
there would be too much blinding skin to hide. it wouldn’t be pretty.
you wouldn’t enjoy your dinner.
but i did. even though i forgot crucial ingredients. hmph!
i eat the broccoli first. because its delicious. and i can’t get enough broccoli.
and then the noodles.
and then i leave the disgusting meat chunks to the boy.
meat chunks…..
does that gross you out?
it does me.
so do tomatoes.
YEWWQCH.
that was a real noise.
wondering why they are pooled in a giant puddle of greasy stuff?
because i was trying to make them taste better… trying to be cute and make a little mini ‘pizza’ with cheese, and bread. and tomatoes.
and…
it was.
disgusting.
le sigh. i tried though! i really really did. and i try tomatoes around once a year to see if i like them yet.
x-nay. or is it ex-nay? either way. it’s no way.
and that brings us right back to this.
you might think that is a picture of me.
but it’s not.
it’s a picture of my baby camera.
awww. look at it. isn’t she so cute.. so tiny. so… so tiny.
when is she going to grow up?
maybe soon… maybe soon.
hellooo lovelies!
pulling a piece of paper from the vessel.
‘what are your dreams?’ –they can be as big as the sky, and as little as…well, something little.
put together a little something, in your journal, on a piece of paper, digital. whatever. sharing what your dreams are.
here’s mine… (and please, do share yours-either here in the comments, or give us a link to your blogpost sharing!)
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1. Mama, 2. mama., 3. belly paint., 4. Mama Love, 5. the note, 6. 78/365 “Do yoga, mama?!”, 7. Mother & Babe, 8. mama love, 9. message
to be a mama. i’d like to have a few babies, i’m thinking three or four ;-p, but i’ll take whatever i can get!
1. Better Homes and Gardens, 2. feet, 3. House to Home, 4. home, 5. Traditional Home Magazine, 6. Nest 2, 7. Dream Home, 8. 18|52, 9. wishing for more afternoon naps
to always have a place to call home, that feels like home. safe.. warm.
1. Londoners, 2. Christmas at Home, 3. this is a creature on fire with love, 4. puppy love, 5. dip kiss, 6. just love each other | film, 7. Soldier’s goodbye & Bobbie the cat, ca. 1939-ca. 1945 / by Sam Hood, 8. a family that shines, 9. Love
to only kiss one man in my life…
1. yes, another one., 2. <0, 3. WEEEEEEE!!, 4. 39/365: u r beautiful…, 5. You Color my World., 6. lazy sunday morn, 7. Wait! Is it too late to show my support?, 8. my favorite thing!, 9. She still wears lipstick……..
to have a lemon tree in my backyard. raise chickens… own a 5d mark II camera (haha, that IS in my dreams.)
to help young women realise their beauty, and to live their lives out loud.
continue to grow as an artist. help people realise that their dreams can come true… inspire others.
travel. explore. take risks. believe in myself.
to live until i’m old and grey and have amazing memories and stories to tell.
go on… tell me your dreams.
sometimes i get butterflies in the way he looks at me… in the way he kisses me. in the way he says ‘i love you.’ in watching him laugh…in knowing that my head rests in the perfect spot on his chest-like it was made for me…
and i breathe him in, the scent heavy on his neck…in his clothes, on the palms of his hands. i breathe him in so i’ll always remember…and never forget.
remember the first time we realised we were in love…the first time i heard his voice. the first time his hand fumbled for mine. the first night we spent together-laughing and laughing until the sun came up. soaking each other up. the first electric shocks of his lips on mine.
and i still get those shocks.
they travel all down my spine, to the tips of my toes…make me dizzy and drunk. intoxicated in him.
but then he probably goes and farts and ruins the entire mood.
but i still love him.
and besides, that’s what kept us up all night laughing that first night.
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sometimes i can’t help but think, because our love is so deep and right…and how perfect and old it feels. that we were lovers in another life time-and somehow we managed to find each other again, and pick up where we left off…
and no matter how ancient…to the beginning of earth and to the end-our love feels, it’s always tinged with giddy puppy love.
as i’m walking down the street… the sun has come out for the season, and with it-bellies and newborn babies. it IS the season for new life, springing legs of baby lambs, and little pink bundles wrapped up in blankets.
oh how i crave to be a part of it, but i DO know that my day will come. : )
how perfect and sweet that this weekend is Mother’s Day. (we already had mothers day on this side of the world, but since i’m not really a euro girl, i’ll celebrate mother’s day for my momma.)
i have some of the most beautiful memories with my mama. i only wish that i could have had a personal photographer to follow us around all the time to capture all of it. maybe we should go back and re-enact everything just so i can get pictures! ;-p actually, i’m just wishing right now that i had some of the pictures that we already do have-because i would love to share.
my memories with mom are always just the two of us. special days. time carved out to drive long distances to anywhere and nowhere… walk on beaches, collect whole sand dollars. stop to pet horses that wait at fences on the side of the road. music in the car…dancing and singing. sharing good food, laughing at silly things. taking the scenic route and stopping often to explore.
ahem… our… table ‘art’ mine and…. hers.
hahaha
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what i dream about giving for mother’s day. (sometime, okay mama?) is to rent a sweet camper VW bus, pack some picnic food, a map, some good tunes…and drive all over-stopping at rest stops with good bathrooms and even better gift selections. eating breakfasts at little diners. i think we’d drive to the coast, and get there early in the morning before the sun rises. after we’d spend a morning at the beach, we’d go find some little cheap hotel-where you can smell the sea and hear the boats at night.
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my mom is home.
and it doesn’t matter how old i get, she still makes me climb in her lap to rock back and forth…
i love you mama. Happy Mother’s Day!
i made her mama to three, and mama to a girl.
some of my favourite pictures of her ever…
this just makes me cry… all the people that made her mama…
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happy mother’s day… i hope that you have fun at the concert!
sorry we couldn’t make it to be with you, but gwen and i have some plans that cannot be changed! next time.
okay, so i am really starting to dislike the post woman. but JUST because she rings the doorbell at o’dark thirty. (hahaha just kidding… she calls in at around 9:30am…)
BUT she brings me packages of joy.
which means that I CAN SEND YOUUUU packages of joy.
some more things in le shop check check check it out.
i’ve been wanting to do this for a long time now. the idea has been stirring in my mind-and well… it’s rather boring, who REALLY wants to know this or follow along with it? but i feel great-i actually finished something that i started-or that i wanted to start. heh.
i’ve wanted to take photographs from the moment i wake-to the moment i sleep. and well, it didn’t go quite like that–i simply wanted to document a day in my life, as boring and mundane as it is.
i wake up to find out if i got any post. if i did.. well then. i take it into the living room and rip into it. start packaging up any orders i have from my shop, and set them at the front door to bring to the post office…
go put the kettle on, and pop the toast in the toaster twice…
take some shots of the paintings i did the night before… normally i still have sleep in my eyes-so its all blurry to me. get on the pc to start editing them. drinking my tea… eating my toast.
check out some of my favourite sites… catch up on my blogroll… i entered a contest yesterday.
did you guess?
…i didn’t win.
oh goodness.. the time goes by so fast on the computer when you’re editing photos. made a bit of lunch… there was only a loaf of bread to eat-have you noticed?
make sure a package is arriving to it’s new home… pack up my stuff to head to the post office.
begin going over the grocery list for the next week… thinking about what i will make for dinner each night… (make a mental note to scrub out the fridge. gross!)
wash some clothes… i don’t do it often. i HATE washing clothes. i used to never mind it–when i actually had a drier. but now. ugh. so i throw some in… and put the dry ones from the line on the couch. i couldnt be bothered to fold them. some things never change.. haha. my mom would be soooo proud of me. baby girl’s all grown up… still leaving her clothes in piles on the floor or bed.
start making dinner… i normally save all of the easy dinners for the end of the week. no vegetables to chop. nothing to marinate. easy peasy.
make the neighbours uncomfortable by taking photos through the window… step back and realise how absolutely beautiful the simple things can be…
snap out of it! dinner’s ready. make a small pile to photograph and show the internet… add a bit more on top…
realise that i didn’t need to add the extra on top-because i never eat it anyway…
while cleaning up the kitchen, finding all the stuff that could be taken out with the trash-i picked this up–the onion net. one onion left in it….
i was PLANNING on throwing away the net, and you know… keeping the onion?
i didn’t realise that i did just the opposite until after the trash was out.
start working on my own ’101 ideas and stuff’. damn.. i should have thought about that name a little bit longer before i published it. oops!
i don’t have a printer–so i just tore up some pieces of paper and am writing the words down on them. putting them into an old jar that i used for water when i paint.
i won’t be pouring water into it any time soon…
started craving something sweet… walked to the grocery store and found some fresh strawberries….
and chocolate chip cookies.
stuck on a movie. and kicked back. i’ve worked hard today…. ;-p
watch the moon glide across my living room window as the sun starts to go to sleep…
still watching the movie.
climb on the roof and howl at the moon.
it’s normally now, when the moon comes out and it’s dark in the house… when i have to turn on a lamp for some light, and music for some noise-that i crack open the case of paints and bring out the paper…
i paint until i’ve got it all out of me. sometimes it’s only until 2-3 in the morning, sometimes it doesn’t stop until the sun wakes up…
i hop into bed and talk to steven about the world and we solve every problem. every single one of them. we should rule the world, it would be a much better place.
and then it happens all over again.
