Tegan and Sara collage

One day about two years ago or so I was flipping the millions of channels we are collectively bombarded with when I stumbled upon a little known channel (I can't remember what it was, but it was kind of artsy.) that was playing this weird documentary thing where these girls were talking an this phone in a fake forest. They were also creating this amazing music and letting you get a peek into there process. Well I could not stop watching and listening. I needed a pen so I could write down who these people were. I wrote down Tegan and Sara. then I went and purchased the album "The Con" and have been enthralled and inspired by Tegan and Sara ever sense. So Thank You Tegan and Sara!



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Wishing you an art filled day.

Little black book

One day when I was in paradise, I mean at the library I came across the coolest book of colors I have ever seen.
The book is called "The black book of colors" and it is written by Menena Cottin.
 The book's illustrations are black on black raised pictures. The narrator explains the colors through the senses excluding the sense of sight. I love this book. Go check it out!

Treehouse

I was a tree climber as a child. My best friend and I would virtually live up in this great climbing tree in her front yard. Dreaming for a tree house was a natural succession to this altitudinous way of life. As an adult I have not lost this desire. Evidence proves I'm not alone.

Fairy floss

I here they call it fairy floss in New Zealand.









































If only there were cotton candy clouds.













Pictures are from flickr & photobucket.



Wishing you a lilac heart day!

1950's

Wishing you a lilac heart day!

The lost post

I noticed one of my first posts was missing so let me share what it was about.

The missing post was about one of my all time favorite children books. (adults appreciate it as much if not more than kids)  "Red Book" by Barbara Lehman
The story is a picture book(no writing) about the book you are reading. I love how the story blurs the line of fantasy and reality.
It's a real treasure!









Sweet dreams:~}

"schooled"

"schooled" is a book for the tween & teen set about not sticking to the status quo or letting your peers box you in. Of course this I probably easier for the main character Capricorn (Cap for short). Cap is a homeschooled kid living on a hippie commune that consists of him and his grandmother. When his grandmother is injured he is forced to attend public school while she recovers.
I loved the concept of this and it was a nice story, but it wasn't a page turner and I found the ending a bit anticlimactic.

Writing prompt

The last time I saw my mother was fifteen years ago.


The last time I saw my mother was fifteen years ago. I was five years old and I was wearing a beautiful yellow sundress. The dress was supposed to be for church and special occasions and there were no exceptions. There were no exceptions to a lot of rules at my house. This never stopped me from asking.
That morning I asked my mother if I could wear the beautiful dress. I liked to wear it and pretend I was the sun and could make the flowers in the garden grow. She had agreed without a glance.
If I hadn't been so overjoyed I might have noticed this was a sign that something was very wrong.
She made my breakfast of oatmeal with walnuts and brown sugar in a hurry and shushed me whenever I spoke. Then she locked herself in her bedroom.
I spent the day daydreaming and entertaining myself. I used her absence as an excuse to eat cookies and other treats that I may have been discouraged from eating had my mother been present. I only started to miss her when dusk started to settle. Being five and having an active imagination darkness was not always a welcome visitor.
I was about to investigate what had kept her busy all day when I heard a knock at the door.
It was the police. They said they had received an anonymous phone call telling them that I was here alone and to please take care of me. I told them they were wrong. That my mother was in the bedroom, but as I said it I knew it wasn't true. that was the worst day of my life. That was fifteen years ago today.
This morning she was standing at my door.

Farcical Friday

Today I arrived at work on time. My hopes were for a normal eventless day. The day before I had an adventure in jury duty. ( but that is another story.)
When I walked in I noticed all the children had turned into robots.




While this was a suprise it was not necessarly unplesant. I mean arn't robots supposed to be pretty self suffient.
The day with my robot class started off right. We managed circle time and writing workshop in much the same manner as when they were human but things made a change for the worst when freetime rolled around.
You see the robots were programmed to be four year olds. Four year old humans arn't big on sharing. Turned out either are four year old robots. They started fighting over toys right away and when I tried to break them up they turned on me.





One robot even erupted his body from top to bottom and then meshed back together again.
At this time I new I was in trouble and better think of something fast. They were closing in on me when I remembered we had a special snack today. We had cupcakes!






I threw the cupcakes at the robots. They caught the cupcakes in the air and started to eat them Immediately. As they were eating their functions became slower. Eventually I started to hear a beeping sound and then in a robotic voice I heard powering down. As soon as they were all sleeping or powered down. (I'm not really sure what to call it.) I informed the powers that be that I had come down with a sudden illness and had to leave Immediately.
For the sake of whoever ends up in my class today I hope we have enough cupcakes for afternoon snack.

The moral of this story is "when in doubt cupcakes will work it out.

Pictures from photobucket.

My inspiration today.

I am always inspired by the color purple. I think if souls are colors mine is purple







I also am inspired by books. Probably to an unhealthy degree. I believe there is a term for this "bibliomania" but this is a self diagnosis not a clinical one.






Be inspired!