hey baby' i want you too.

Ahhhaaahahahaa.

i'm wallin' this one.

;)

i find lately you don't come without a war

new favourite waste of time:

photo transferring.



using gel medium and a photocopy of a doodle-collage,
the doodle-collage was transferred onto a 6x6 canvas.

i am quite enjoying the outcome.
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This is how i've been wasting my free time...
crocheting a case for my pipe.

my mother collapsed into hysterical laughter when she asked what i was making.
i still haven't quite figured out why...

also..
crocheted beauties?


i'm liking these, the ladies at work laugh at me as i crochet through lunch break.

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anddd..because it would be almost heresy to not post this...and still makes my heart and stomach and other inner organs throb with joy...

http://creativeallies.com/contests/314-Design-an-Album-Cover-for-Counting-Crows?utm_source=Counting%2BCrows&utm_medium=Launch%2Blink&utm_campaign=Counting%2BCrows%2Balbum%2Bcover%2Bcontest

YUS!

a bluff without calling it love

well,
i'm looking for,
a soft place to land

the forest floor
the palms of your hands


http://www.kathleenedwards.com/voyageur/

i think i'm likin' this.

today there are no songs in my head

i need help choosing colors, guys.
it's for my bed-room. it is quite small, but has a large window which fills the room with a lovely warm light in the mornings. it has white trim. i have a lot of bookshelves, a heavy dark wooden desk, a small sized bed, and a large collection of bottles and stones.


too many beautiful colors.

the scanner slightly skews them, but they are still quite similar...

and i am canadian, i just like the word 'colors' without the 'u'.
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today i saved the seeds from my apple.
i'm gonna grow a tree.

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i also applied to college!
Sheridan for fabric & cosmetics, Humber and George brown for chef-training.
now if get to check for offers, i'm excited!
:)

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or music in your eyes

then i'll dig a tunnel

today's developments:

things i like about working at the greenhouse:

the sound of rain thundering down on the plastic roof and the outside world. the greenhouse plastic magnifies the sound by about Xfive. a gentle rain shower sounds like a magnificent thunderstorm.


things i don't like about working at the greenhouse:

driving there and back again. i swear if i could apparate it would be well worth the occasional splinching to avoid traffic-- and the frequent possibility of being crushed by transport trucks.

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i formed a few new ideas today as well.
...one is to volunteer at the bibles for mission store for the almost purely selfish reason of being able to unpack boxes and call first dibs.

second, is to paint my room...something i'd almost settled on before...but this time with the idea of sanding and painting my bookshelves and wardrobe as well. i think i shall paint them in the purest white.

third, is to acquire or borrow a camera or a photographer (lisa?) or a photographer's camera to come and photograph my room in its current red glory, before all the history in its walls is lost.

fourth, is to leave a little note in dan muis's mailbox at church: thanking him for helping me escape almost being robbed of truth by two evil villains. (oh the profoundness of the dream worlds.)

anyways, i must help the lovely mother clean up, prepare for pre-confession, maybe browse through some paint colors...endless joy.

oh, and also if you are interested, here are my little plant ink-iness from yesterday. there seem to be some endless possibilities about to be uncovered.





i wrapped another large handful of little plants in a paper towel and snuck them home in my purse.

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from my window to yours.

this could be something beautiful

today i completed my first day of working.

it was lovely; i savoured all the small forgotten pleasures.

the layer of dirt in the bottom of your coffee mug at break, conversations about the dryness of dirt, the thinness of plants, the plastic chairs, the gritty orange scented soap, being warm in the middle of the winter, brown boogers, brown bellybuttons, brown fingernails, brown scalps...and the brainless work that allows my brain to actually work.

there is something about being able to think freely for long amounts of time.

sometimes torturous, if ones mind is running in circular thought processes,

sometimes most freeing.

we planted all day today. which consists of

step one. take a plug flat filled with hundreds of little green plants.

step two. pop the plants, using the plant popper machine, loosening the plants from their plugs.

step three. walk over to your cart, set a 1204 of dirt in front of you.

step four. transplant, as quickly and efficiently as possible, the tiny green plants into there new larger home.

step five. label, with 6 labels.

step six. place in designated area on ground.

repeat steps, for majority of a day.

i love it. you can observe your progress, challenge yourself to plant faster, lose yourself in thought.

it's utterly brainless.

my only regrets are having to wake up in the morning and the short hours of the day that remain when you return home. Oh, and lunch-making, i despise lunch-making.

i believe my high time is about 1:30 in the afternoon. maybe it's just my lunchtime coffee acting up but i swear there were light bulbs exploding with light --and thus ideas-- in my brain.

POW, POW, POW.

fantastic idea, after another.

drawing inspirations, print ideas, future ideas, possible money making endeavour ideas.

...another pleasure of the greenhouse: being surrounded by plants. i like plants and i like drawing plants. i took a few of today's little green stringy plants home (only the useless rootless ones), storing them carefully in my notebook and agenda.

i plan on doing some ink doodles. if they turn into anything lovely...perhaps i'll share.

anyways...

i should go get the lunch-making process over and face the rest of my evening.

maybe productively, though something in me still wants to spend it curled up in-front of the television.

night loveys.

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but times are tough, i know

and the pull of what we can't give up

takes hold....

and now my dreams...

Hi all,

there is snow on the ground, and i've been craving and eating chocolate all day(toblerone, brownies, linden chocolates...), just thought i might as well end the day with a little chocolate as well.

i've got my heart set on cocoa. Hot cocoa and a bath, and maybe a little of Mansfield Park.

(I'm on a Jane Austen kick, I just finished Emma. It was quite wonderful. Occasionally most stressful, having to sit helplessly and mourn the messes she is always getting her self into, but in all most highly recommended)

but anyways...hot cocoa. I went digging through Marc Bittman's, How to Cook Everything, for the recipe... searchin' under 'hot chocolate' 'cocoa' 'cacao' and 'hot cocoa', only to find he had unwisely removed its existence from his most recent edition of the cookbook. So, I dug out the remaining loose and crinkled pages of his elder edition and was contented to find the recipe there.

I'm gonna share the recipe, 'cause it's as simple and lovely one, even though i know the majority of my dear readers do not share my admiration of chocolate and cocoa powder, and some do not even enjoy warmed chocolate beverages in the least (ahem, lisa).

This cocoa, is not really like powdered hot chocolate in a can. I will not claim it is utterly different, but it does have it's unique characteristics. It's somewhat thinner, less sweet (thus more bitter), and you can alter it to your heart's desire. I encourage you to give it a try. It's truly somewhat lovely. I remember large thermos(es) of it, lovingly created by my mother, upholding us through many nights of skiing back in the Sault.

Okay, here you go:

Hot Cocoa for Two:

[best enjoyed on cold snowy nights, with home knitted blankets, and perhaps someone warm to cosy up too ]

2 cups milk

1/8 cup cocoa powder

1/8 cup sugar (or to your own preference)

pinch salt

in a small sauce pan, heat 1/2 cup of the milk with the dry ingredients (cocoa, sugar, salt);

whisk on low heat, until combined and smooth.

add the rest of the milk, and turn stove to medium heat.

continue whisking occasionally until desired toastiness reached. you want to be careful not to heat to quickly or neglect whisking, as this will cause a skin to form on the top of the cocoa, (which will then boarder on the unenjoyable side)

pour into mugs, savour and enjoy.

there are unlimited additives that you can, ahem, add to your hot cocoa:

mint extract, candy cane pieces, cinnamon, vanilla, marshmallows, whipping cream

i like to substitute some of the milk, (only a few tablespoons or so) with thick cream, if i'm feeling decadent.

if your also feeling a little decadent, try pouring a splash of rum, in the bottom of your mug before adding the toasty cocoa on top. have i got you now? ;)

anyways,

i'm off to take my bath, and savour relaxation for these last few days before i head back to work.

(monday's the day!)

i'll be seeein' you all.

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are nothing like they were meant to be...

and i'm breaking down..

i think i'm breaking down...

potential

stand in the puddles

we are for eachother: then

laugh leaning back in my arms

for life's not a paragraph

and death i think is no parenthesis

remembering in order to

rejoice.

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today i went out with ethan.

it was lovely actually, we went shopping for Jacob's birthday, got him a snazzy razor, some sweaters, and then we both bought a pipe.

ethan's is more masculine, it has a larger bowl.

it also has beautiful wood grain running all through it, and a lovely little knot.

i wanted that one, for the beautiful wood grain, but George with the mustache at Fortino's said that this other one was lighter, more delicate and somewhat more feminine. he seemed to know what he was talking about, so i trusted him.

it was a day filled with much good company, food and conversation.

today, dexter also came home.

he is beautiful

but i am tired now.

so i shall go to bed.

i am not feeling words today, i am unsure how to phrase and what to say. hopefully words return soon...but

abstraction seems to be all that is necessary to capture feeling. more necessary then formulated words.

bright hope

because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed.

happy new years baby

january first twothousandandtwelve

I have bought a new agenda, and copied in all of the friends' birthdays.

I guess that means the new year really is here.

I think I am ready for it.

Yesssir. I am.

Last night we set off a Chinese lantern. As we watched it float up and away from our happy group in the dark graveyard, my dear friend Rachael poetically noted: "See it's like we take all our problems and troubles from last year, light them up and set them free."

Beautiful Rachael.

:)

...Then we toasted our friendship and made a love pile on the ground.

New Years Eve last night, hardly seemed over-rated. Maybe it's the combination of Jaw's marathons, never ending pool games, music and good friends For some reason this year, it does feel of new beginnings, resolution, clarity and hope. I'm not sure why. I feel that this year really might be (in the words of Adam Duritz) "better then the last". (I love you Adam!)

I think I learned something of love last night, something of its limitless quality.

I am excited to go back to work, looking forward to the possibility of school in the fall and maybe my own apartment.

I'm kind of excited to live.

Let's see what time brings.

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I have made, and I will bear;

I will carry and will save.

Isaiah 46:4