Ass-Over-Tea Kettle

It feels like fifty million years since I've been here, and the entire world has been turned ass-over-tea kettle.

The monologues are done, and with great success. I loved it, and was approached a few different times by directors for the local theatre, and so I am happy. The art is hung at The Rye with care, and I am satisfied.

February has already been a success.. healing and love and comfort and joy. No "blaa's" this year, thank you! I'm having an enormous amout of fun.

Alas, it's back to work ... which really, I have no complains about. It's an artists life for me!

A tarot reading tomorrow at a girlfriends house (and I will most likely be gifted with soup or material or some such treasure for my gift of a reading to her...) and I have some daycare lined up to begin in a few weeks.. life is good.

I'm excited to set up my gazebo/tent when it's finally time... I can't wait to sleep under the stars, in my yard. (There's nothing like being naked in the yard...)

But, till then, it's time to sew more diapers.... go see what's new at the etsy store!

L

Are The Holidays Over Yet?

My attempt at taking a pick, by myself, of my big hair.

I love doing great big hair-do's.

So, I feel like i"m just NOW coming down off the holiday craziness. But, really what's been happening, is I"ve been painting like a madwoman.

I have a show for the month of February, at The Rye Cafe in Midland, Ontario, and I'm very excited. But not nearly prepared as I'd like to be.

I've also been chipping away at the mess I like to call home. There are THINGS to DO here! I make GREAT messes. So, the challenge has been to clean a little something everyday, and still maintain all the cleaning I"ve done previously. I never wanted to be obsessed with the state of my house... but I sure would like to have company over without moving what ever crafting project I've got on the go, piles of books, and toys. (see the balls of yarn shoved on the couch arm, next to where I was painting? Yeah... that sort of thing...)

Yes, Virginia, I'm still sewing diapers. They are pretty popular! I've now got some pink and white gingham, blue and white gingham, as well as the rainbow bubble pattern for flannel. I've also tweaked the pattern, so it fits better with the extra layers inside.

See them at etsy!

See YOU at the Rye in February!

I'm a Grinner, I'm a Lover, I'm a Sinner....

My world ROCKS.

I TOTALLY got the part in the Vagina Monologues that I was after... and not only did I get the moans, I got the entire monologue... I am just THRILLED. The production is one day only, and it's at the beginning of February. (I have to double check the date exactly...)

Also, I'm going to do a bit of a "release" with The Purr of the Mattress in February. The subject matter (Love, The trouble a purring mattress can get you into, the joys and pain...) fit rather nicely with Valentines.

To top of my absolute happiness and excitement, I have booked an art show for February. It will run the entire month of February at The Rye Cafe on King Street. The theme, ofcourse, will revolve around love. I'm just not sure what we'll call it yet. The Lovers? (as in the Tarot card?) Lovers in a Dangerous Time? (after the Tom Cochrane song?) or "I Really Like You're Peaches?" hahahhaha. (We listened to 104.1 The Dock all day yesterday, too... I danced around the kitchen while painting and running juice to pixies.)

We painted ALL day yesterday. Stopped at 5pm, figuring we should feed the children. (they had breakie and lunch, but the kitchen was off limits to them, as I didn't want toasty fingers on pretty new canvasses.)

I'm really happy with the results I've gotten in the last few days on the canvas. I'm surprising myself! The paint is co-operating, the days are perfectly suited. I haven't gotten out much this "holiday", and I'm good with that.

So, now to ride this wave of good good good, and use all my magick to continue to make things HAPPEN.

Lovey Dovey Lovey Dovey Lovey Dovey,...

Lori.

Cloth Diapers For the Doll That Wets.

For Christmas my girls EACH got a Baby Alive that WETS. For Real.

The DISPOSABLE diapers for these cost about $8 or $9 for six diapers. Not that I would ever purchase them anyway. My daughters didn't wear them, neither will their dolls.

I don't want to deny them any play time with their new dolls, so I've sewn together some cloth diapers that will hold the water. About 14 layers of diaper flannel between the dolls and the furniture. The flannel is soft and washable (although if it's only water being soaked up,they'll only need to be air dried.)

After fartin' around with the pattern for a bit, I've got something that works. Ofcourse, I'm now making them for my etsy store. A set of 2 will let your daughters play with thier dollies and learn a good lesson about disposable diapers, money, and patience.

If you are interested in getting a few for your little ones, see my etsy store!

I Had This DREAM...

So, I'm hanging out with people I have admired, for thier quiet success. The couple who own the Rye (my fav coffee shop.) a couple who used to own their own food biz, but now manage at jobs. And, a girl who used to be a stripper, but isn't anymore and is happy.

We're all hanging out in my kitchen, laughing and teasing each other. It's all very friendly.Then, my tooth falls out, it's the lower "eye" tooth. I keep trying to put it back in, and everyone says that I shouldn't fight it and just let if fall out. The ex-stripper is spitting her own teeth out, too. I look in my mouth, and I'm missing molars, and now this tooth, and I know if I just let this one go, the rest are going to follow.

She says something like I'm hanging out with her too much. I realize that hanging out with these people for some reason is making me lose my teeth.

I wake up, and have a think. My own interpretation of losing teeth equals Losing Personality. I think of the people in the dream... and how I sometimes wish that I were doing what they were doing... but then I think about how none of what THEY are doing has anything to do with ME. And that's where the losing of my own personality comes in. Trying to be someone else, in order to make money, will kill me.

I rolled over, and there was a book I"ve been skimming through the last 24 hours. About building your crafting business. I realized, that I really haven't completely let myself be comfortable in being called "Artist." I never introduce myself as such.

And then I thought, I have always just BEEN an artist. Drawing and writing books, creating. I had a portfolio when I was 10 that I would show off all the time to relatives when they would visit. (Filled with disproportionate heads and stringy legs and copies of Archie characters, but a portfolio non-the-less!)

And so, It's really TIME. The only thing I'm conscious of, painfully, is getting imbalanced. I need to run my business as a business, and not the basement hobby it could slip into (and maybe has the last few months.)

The funny thing is, just after this realization hit me, I made a couple of sales online (who sells this close to Christmas? hehe.) So, new chapter.

I'm scared.

I'm excited.

I'm going to need help with marketing.

L

Has Trouble With Authority.

Busy!!! Too busy to write!

Busy creating, and busy dreaming, and busy THINKING of where the heck it is that I'm going!

I'm having such a blast making dolls and puppets, and all the little things that go with them... I'm quickly discovering, however, that I dont' like following patterns. (I've always had a problem with anyone telling me what to do and how to do it...) It's sort of a bizarre thing to say : "I can't wait until all this Christmas/Yule stuff is over, so I can start creating for Little Scotia again."

Really, it seems wrong, doesn't it?

Anywho, the DAY is looming closer, and I've got finishing touches to do on 3 different projects. None of which I can do while the kids are around. So, it'll be a couple of late nights for me coming up. I'm good with that. There's no school to get up for, now that they are on holidays, so I just might get to sleep in a bit.

If I leave cereal on the table, or something... hehe.

That Is All!