Archive for November, 2011

November 23, 2011

creative inner child.

My creative inner child wears flouncy skirts and is absolutely certain that spinning is always appropriate. She thinks rain is romantic and kiss-bruised lips are enough of a reason to keep breathing. Actually, my creative inner child is more like a pubescent teenage girl – with newly discovered sexuality and a desire to temp the world, just to see what she’s capable of.

November 21, 2011

a memory

My first science experiement took place crouched in my bedroom closet. I was eight. I don’t know what posessed me to start mixing chemicals together but I believe it had something to do with ants. Dad kept trying to kill the fire-ants in the yard and never had much luck. None of the stuff he got at the store would work.

I didn’t understand this, considering my mother had warned me so often about Windex. She said it would make me have pneumonia – which I alredy knew made people die. Actually, she was probably just telling me it had amonia in it but I didn’t understand the difference. I figured those ants could get pneumonia from it too.

Determined to make something that would kill anything, I sneaked all sorts of bottles out from the cabinets – lysol, peroxide, iodine, baby powder, alcohol, dish soap, and of course, windex. I used the little dixie cups from the dispenser in the bathroom and created all sorts of concoctions.

At the annual Railroad Festival, Dad had bought me a wooden, screened in bug house and a butterfly net. I used it to trap all sorts of crawly critters to torture with my poisons. It’s really a wonder I didn’t poison myself, but I was careful not to breathe any of it in so I didn’t get pneumonia.

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November 21, 2011

My Writing Desk


I should probably buy proper curtains.

November 13, 2011

The Morning Pages

Tomorrow I’m starting the Morning Pages again – pretty powerful stuff.  I’m about the farthest you could imagine from being a morning person, so it’s going to be difficult to stick to. The last time I did this, it was more like Afternoon Pages. Still effective, but more muddled with the day’s events.

For those of you who don’t know what Morning Pages are – it is a practice suggested by Julia Cameron, featured in her book The Artists Way. The idea is to write three pages, or around 750 words, of stream of consciousness long hand. The last time I tired, it opened up a big can of emotional worms that I had no idea was buried. It was more alarming than creatively developmental. Let’s hope I get past that this time and move on to some serious flow.

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November 13, 2011

Crafty Sunday


Made another- a little better but still needs work.

November 13, 2011

Sewing 101

My first attempt at an iPhone cozy – not great.


November 13, 2011

was a beautiful day for a jog on the river


November 11, 2011

Another Death and One Month Later

Wow – life sure has taken a few turns lately. I’m having trouble keeping up with the cuckoo, much less my blog.

Soon, another photo tour is in order.