It’s Been Five Days
…since I washed my hair.
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…since I washed my hair.
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Second to last piece finished for Campbell River…
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Truly.
It could stop anytime now and I wouldn’t be sorry.
Really, I wouldn’t.
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Wow. Have I been remiss or what?
I’m playing the “Snow Week” card; some folk I know took the week off work because of the crazy-ass snow we’ve had piled on us.
If they can use that excuse, well so can I.
At least for one week.
Any longer than that and my internal You Are A Bad Person For Being So Neglectful gauge goes off the chart.
For the first post of the year, I’d like to share my New Year’s Revelations.
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Closed for Christmas and Boxing Day.
Seasons Greetings. See you on the 27th.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Roberts’ Creek
Not a creature was stirring, ‘cept a self-employed geek;
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Q: You’re not going to inflict another one of those dog-eared carols on us, are you?
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but if I combine these:
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I do believe I have finished a piece. Which means y’all get a reprieve from dog-warped Christmas carols.
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This one’s has many a rendition, but Elvis’ of course, is special.
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Elvis’ version of you-know-what…
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Elvis’ second carol…riffing on Away In a Manger.
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In an attempt to rectify my unseasonal seasonal mood, Elvis – my 8 year old staffy-pitty pound puppy – has rewritten some well-known Christmas carols.
Tonight’s carol is his take on Good King Wenceslas.
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Q: What’s on your Christmas Wish List?
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A F@#%ed Up Fairytale.
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I was happy to find my marbling demo pieces from last Sunday’s workshop at the Burnaby Art Gallery when I was in to teach the second and final week of the bookmaking workshop. Here’s sumpin’ pretty for y’all to look at…
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Yesterday was a long day spent away from home.
It was also Clown Parade Day!
For those of you unfortunate souls who couldn’t join us, here is what you missed…
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I am feeling feisty and furious about Christmas this year.
At any moment I fear I could snap and slap Santa silly like Sam Spade slaps Joel Cairo in The Maltese Falcon.
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What’s that you say? What IS the Clown Parade? Well aren’t you in for a treat.
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In the spirit of the holidays, I generously give tonight’s post over to anyone who would like to shamelessly promote themselves.
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Q: Hmmm…nothing in the queue. So what shall I ask myself?
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Yow. Dog toys were a bigger hit at the clutch than expected.
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Survived the marbling workshops – if I get to collect my demo’s next week, I’ll scan a few to share. There were a couple pulls that I was really pleased with.
This week, I have hour number 5 of the 24 Hour Dog Toy Sweatshop Marathon to share with you.
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A weekend of teaching…much needed, financially.
Tomorrow should be interesting. I’m stepping in as a sub for an instructor. Yours truly will be teaching pre and mid-schoolers the fine art of marbling paper.
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Sure wish I had something more exciting to do at ten o’clock on a Friday night than write a post.
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If the bike represents Paul, and Newton is the one who enables Paul to move forward, then Newton must be a wheel. I began to wonder what would happen if Paul’s metaphorical “wheel” (Newton) also disappeared?
Well, we know what that makes Jody, don’t we?
Today I took a few studio hours and just let myself play with a new piece.
This is what I got:
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Q: Your work usually has violent/morbid overtones, with nasty things always about to happen or having just happened, but it’s all self-referential…what have you got against yourself? Or is this some form of reverse voodoo? Or does somebody need a hug? (stereotype of the artist as depressive/self destructive, angst ridden loner…is this why you work in multiples? So you are not alone?)
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Mondays seem to be forming into a gastronomical thang.
Here’s something I conjured up a few days ago when I couldn’t find a recipe that I wanted for savory crepes.
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I was never one for collecting stuffed animals when I was a wee girl. Oh, sure, I had a few, but not mountains of them like some of my friends did. Now that I am a “mommy”, and have a [hairy] child of my own, I spend quite a bit of time perusing the stuffie bin at our local Salvation Army Thrift Store. Every once in a while I will find something that is just too precious to hand over to Elvis.
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