tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89317352024-03-06T20:33:43.535-08:00Kim's Suitcasedrinking tea, sewing clouds, puttering,wandering,walking and wondering...
welcome all to my opened suitcase.Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.comBlogger835125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-72336872085888274482012-12-21T07:51:00.001-08:002012-12-21T07:52:47.785-08:00Happy Birthday Mum
Today my mother is 90. An auspicious day to be born and to turn ninety. The end of the world (as we know it), and solstice the shortest day of the year. She is tiny, under four foot ten now but she is also mighty. Happy Birthday to my dear mum!Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-26873658817555166442012-12-19T10:14:00.003-08:002012-12-19T10:14:46.844-08:00Return of the...
Hi I'm back, did you miss me? I've missed you.
I have been gone a long time. Several reasons why. The first but least pertinent is my breakdown of technology computer wise around me. My lovely Mac computer Esmerelda is old and old is not so good for computers I understand. I am using my husbands wee net book. I still don't have a way to post pictures but I aim to get there.
The second very big life changing reason is School. I am in a program called Fashion Techniques and Design, mostly it is techniques. I am learning chiefly how to sew, how to pattern draft, other yummy things I am learning include stuff about textiles. It is the love of textiles that brought me to fashion school. When the knitting store I was working in closed down, and my daughter entered Junior High I decided that going back to school to learn a set skill set would be a good idea.
My art if you recall had in the past years focused on reclaiming textiles and using a sewing machine. Chiefly I was making sewn and illustrated cards, dolls, pillows, bags and jewelry.
My intention after I finish school which happens mostly in April ( I will still need a few courses as I lightened my load this year a tad) is to find employment. In exactly what I am not certain. I have always loved loved loved loved did I say loved the movies and film, and at one point in my first school experience wanted to go into that field. I like the whole experience of it. One dream possibility would to work in a wardrobe department somewhere, somehow or to be the care taker and keeper custodian librarian of clothing.
I am not sure how far fetched a dream this is. I do live in a city where films and television production and theatre happens so that is a plus. I wouldn't mind making and selling things either(or as well) like in the past I love craft and the craft community and well just anything handmade. I know I like to work with my hands.
It is good being at this place , as I do know who I am and what and what would not make me happy and productive. Life is good.
I really do enjoy school, although frequently want to quit. It is challenging. Mostly the pace in which things are required to be done. Fast. The work load is heavy as well. It However school is a brief span of time in the scope of things. without the balance that I thrive best with. So much work and so little time to do With that said I have learnt a ton. A ton I tell you! I recently figured out how to make a pattern for a dress that was fully lined with 26 pattern pieces, and then figured out how to sew it. This is something amazing considering before this I was sewing square things mostly! People are a lot differently shaped than squares, especially women people. It is only when I step back that I see where I am from where I have come and with that feel very good.
It is nice to have this winter break from school and to feel the need to reach out and write words and come back to the surface of my life to see what is what. Thanks for reading.
Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-53748224531723965142011-06-21T12:04:00.004-07:002011-06-21T12:06:25.446-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsNuz-fuRVfQ53_b9EjIVwQoe99Hmg_zMRD23X030W2hBCMD8RiN5BjCYwMHg9J7PV2CI0EKs6ueW5jgY1AgSgqaZGUdYMI1UePjKY6ODfSi_mEPny4tIWEjkrq6DU4-UvQdQKA/s1600/crafternoon+tea.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsNuz-fuRVfQ53_b9EjIVwQoe99Hmg_zMRD23X030W2hBCMD8RiN5BjCYwMHg9J7PV2CI0EKs6ueW5jgY1AgSgqaZGUdYMI1UePjKY6ODfSi_mEPny4tIWEjkrq6DU4-UvQdQKA/s400/crafternoon+tea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620751187429553794" /></a>Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-45616502794161255612011-05-25T12:12:00.003-07:002011-05-25T12:23:28.108-07:00out and aboutyesterday i meet a friend<br />and her baby who is almost one<br /><br />he is such a big and delightful chappy<br />i hope to be friends with him for many years<br /><br />we went to the gardiner museum for ceramics<br />and saw betty woodman's show, which made me remember<br /><br />art is awesome<br />and in betty's case gorgeous and colourful and simply wonderful<br />the show goes to june 5th hurry hurry hurry<br /><br />this weekend is the annual yard sale at the textile museum<br />good finds for cheap, and a bunch of other textile obsessed shoppers<br />plus a fund raiser for this toronto treasure house <br /><br />walking the owen<br />and blooms<br />and green<br />and grass<br />and rain<br />and sun<br /><br />and sidewalks<br /><br />and today<br />a big machine<br />eatting an old school<br />that will be someother something<br /><br />and as the crane tore into the flesh of bricks<br />i saw i did the ghosts of old students pore out<br />and it made me sad and the waste of this<br />what looked like a perfectly good building<br />and i recalled images of poor shacks called schools<br />in distant lands and could of weept right there<br /><br />and felt all punk rock <br />and wanted to put my bother boots on<br />and kick it<br /><br />but instead i saw the next blooms <br />of some tree<br />so pretty<br /><br />and thought<br />circle dance is better than some progress<br /><br />one step forward one back<br /><br />out and about<br /><br />that's me<br /><br />over and out<br /><br />todayKim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-34124194945661269412011-05-10T06:43:00.002-07:002011-05-10T06:47:23.752-07:00Bears and Dogs that Like to be Read to and Bunnies with Book Bags<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRB4bOep3ziK5WzaISTXHrOnZKa5nCvkV0Oi4tM86iGmcynA2xSU27X_QDNcOVRYrVf0gsUUyP9CUkEbAchYMlqA6pw3lfwwhyphenhyphens83Bl9qXZHjvvrSBjs4_uThRItAZJdnsAEICw/s1600/wayzgoose+bear%2527s+that+read.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRB4bOep3ziK5WzaISTXHrOnZKa5nCvkV0Oi4tM86iGmcynA2xSU27X_QDNcOVRYrVf0gsUUyP9CUkEbAchYMlqA6pw3lfwwhyphenhyphens83Bl9qXZHjvvrSBjs4_uThRItAZJdnsAEICw/s400/wayzgoose+bear%2527s+that+read.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605083576065548370" /></a><br /><br />Thanks so much to those that came and organized and participated and volunteered in this years Wayzgoose, and to my good friend James who drove us.<br /><br />It was lots of fun once again.<br /><br />Looking forward to next years event.Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-87359051594883630432011-04-18T07:00:00.002-07:002011-04-18T07:09:36.797-07:00I Cordially Invite You to Wayzgoose.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtH8ydiuLhPwfKgv6TajLf0aDkJvWmx855O2CT8fabOEYnDx0XKP9-a-DKGkgZgEmOuX28cqk6Ut8kgcISCoCcrFlHlhZ_4Nok8lMiiI-RwhwUb5aISkJ0Gub3xYFH9oOk9UpWuQ/s1600/wayzgoose.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtH8ydiuLhPwfKgv6TajLf0aDkJvWmx855O2CT8fabOEYnDx0XKP9-a-DKGkgZgEmOuX28cqk6Ut8kgcISCoCcrFlHlhZ_4Nok8lMiiI-RwhwUb5aISkJ0Gub3xYFH9oOk9UpWuQ/s400/wayzgoose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596925448537296242" /></a><br /><br />I will be presenting my work at the 33rd annual gathering of printers, binders engravers, paper makers and marblers and other craftspeople.<br /><br />Looking forward to seeing you there!Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-62154928311893615592011-03-08T18:49:00.000-08:002011-03-08T18:50:57.121-08:00achival<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGDUw71zs_SSwArswzlSlDgbmpldWANa7JVVmuPAyUnw-9gAXDp-BLVocMSrbx-b4xhXNNCc-n6ENVM9OgUcYbrCg8wo1QTnvSkn_oTiagltsMRZQpQDRxcPYlx9-QMVIwy6BWA/s1600/display.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGDUw71zs_SSwArswzlSlDgbmpldWANa7JVVmuPAyUnw-9gAXDp-BLVocMSrbx-b4xhXNNCc-n6ENVM9OgUcYbrCg8wo1QTnvSkn_oTiagltsMRZQpQDRxcPYlx9-QMVIwy6BWA/s400/display.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581907198892533842" /></a>Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-69989156571067053822011-03-07T07:11:00.006-08:002011-03-07T07:16:58.087-08:00Wooly Hello<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNf5VfcTiuLHmRBjSHnUPCkgC616Z4MVQ6pSfptU8Uo2-E-80Up171nzhTi1U9IHfP6i_BaFpsUorYe8_Vv5_M8Ddwza28AFERc_8cBlktqUt93ziuIqLdhZKOHgUwd09nViZAg/s1600/Wooly+friendly+face"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNf5VfcTiuLHmRBjSHnUPCkgC616Z4MVQ6pSfptU8Uo2-E-80Up171nzhTi1U9IHfP6i_BaFpsUorYe8_Vv5_M8Ddwza28AFERc_8cBlktqUt93ziuIqLdhZKOHgUwd09nViZAg/s400/Wooly+friendly+face" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581357025718064226" /></a>Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-53040071863957705272011-02-14T15:11:00.002-08:002011-02-14T15:15:33.571-08:00happy valentines to you<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFGfTXyTzQuiAo_Mpe6O7N30jlketBiYeDUQv8WAxmLK5UOY9rwE2WkaO_ti6gtg6Hb9qSWSe_vFB5_tNHE7M-bGmByGEsvAFq0h6k1lzFS1eCVlxV6-ktc4m5TesUEOkbBiSyQ/s1600/valentine+a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFGfTXyTzQuiAo_Mpe6O7N30jlketBiYeDUQv8WAxmLK5UOY9rwE2WkaO_ti6gtg6Hb9qSWSe_vFB5_tNHE7M-bGmByGEsvAFq0h6k1lzFS1eCVlxV6-ktc4m5TesUEOkbBiSyQ/s400/valentine+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573687741439199826" /></a>Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-70843996971129628882011-02-10T09:06:00.003-08:002011-02-10T09:10:00.399-08:00Charmaine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCPerYhs1LvkoVD8yhZPFvZc9so_ee683h92XLSChjS4OEwwT2JxYTF5sAE4tvj35AKP1SmAQU5NqeCe42VCpERadPPW-LMIQTnpECu9Gq7fbF02AXadeT1MfaKyuEylBKjX0YA/s1600/Charmaine+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCPerYhs1LvkoVD8yhZPFvZc9so_ee683h92XLSChjS4OEwwT2JxYTF5sAE4tvj35AKP1SmAQU5NqeCe42VCpERadPPW-LMIQTnpECu9Gq7fbF02AXadeT1MfaKyuEylBKjX0YA/s400/Charmaine+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572109025368223474" /></a><br />Have I introduced you to Charmaine?<br /><br />She is a woolie owl girl. She likes pretty dresses and the colour mauve.Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-42953686984474497702011-01-30T11:24:00.002-08:002011-01-30T11:25:50.286-08:00ticket holders<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFBmi9ccXa5qo4NYZ8_hKWVDztibK5Hflsb865jE2BuSZAj9l3ZqwIojHhjgsyfBwdqrwjYKtT53-WMOTT78_vhslASGyEIfGQYAFKHnQGr1UjRvCzFevQwv5HgSFolGWOu4nsw/s1600/ticket+holders.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFBmi9ccXa5qo4NYZ8_hKWVDztibK5Hflsb865jE2BuSZAj9l3ZqwIojHhjgsyfBwdqrwjYKtT53-WMOTT78_vhslASGyEIfGQYAFKHnQGr1UjRvCzFevQwv5HgSFolGWOu4nsw/s400/ticket+holders.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568062352511228290" /></a>Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-87189371695683916432011-01-24T13:27:00.003-08:002011-01-24T13:36:34.540-08:00Market Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nHazz_OPQJ0WQMMmGbtxDmjytVM5s8_-594DxDtomVEcGDz5Dx78efdUp2ORpNideqI5COszMBKcEYlCVykA2vIPW40oRurZkAYBvVM0pdTnf1JYvqbTixFqp09QpZsd13LuUA/s1600/market+day.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nHazz_OPQJ0WQMMmGbtxDmjytVM5s8_-594DxDtomVEcGDz5Dx78efdUp2ORpNideqI5COszMBKcEYlCVykA2vIPW40oRurZkAYBvVM0pdTnf1JYvqbTixFqp09QpZsd13LuUA/s400/market+day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565869008905801186" /></a>Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-58793260627270815522011-01-08T09:06:00.003-08:002011-01-08T09:29:44.664-08:00little legs BiG SnOw<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpxfsYddw9IqL29JXdQoqxfT7fFXsRp6Y4wWnmQvBMa5xk3WOhwbRFSoRtmqjtTiSk1eWVDhL8HZopj_at19pv6CAPOurhqB69ca_b-XNjRFEoCWUF3PWobiPloMAcGtrLZR9tkw/s1600/little+legs+big+snow"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpxfsYddw9IqL29JXdQoqxfT7fFXsRp6Y4wWnmQvBMa5xk3WOhwbRFSoRtmqjtTiSk1eWVDhL8HZopj_at19pv6CAPOurhqB69ca_b-XNjRFEoCWUF3PWobiPloMAcGtrLZR9tkw/s400/little+legs+big+snow" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559866188823477154" /></a><br /><br />we wake to day luxuriously late<br /><br />and unwrap the present of this day<br /><br />with white white wonder<br /><br />the streets are full of snow<br /><br />and i am as excited as the dogs i meet<br />snow day full of glee<br /><br />we<br />leap bounds of snow<br />shuffle along <br />tracks others have left<br /><br />owen walks behind me<br />as i create a wind barrier <br /><br />we walk <br />and we walk<br /><br />and the white colours all the other colours<br /><br />suddently the painted lillac trellis speaks to me<br />as we shuffle along<br /><br />the sky is white too<br />grey white<br /><br />the sun behind snow<br />smaller and wanting<br /><br />and we trudge along<br />one foot in front of the other<br /><br />two feet followed by two feet<br />clad in small red rubber boots<br />with woolen socks home made<br />my faithful owen follows<br /><br />diligent in the journey<br />pretending to be an old dog<br />but really a relaxed dog<br />some might call lazy<br /><br />we run into a small pack<br />playing wildly nipping<br />and barking with the general air of partying<br /><br />owen waits on the outskirt of this<br />appealing to the humans<br />wondering if any food offerings are available<br /><br />i stand back as well,<br />a little too gleeful<br />and impractical about this crazy dumping of<br />awesome, yes awesome powdery fantastical snow<br /><br />i am taken back to the times of childhood<br />but mostly embrace the profound silence that is bestowed<br />even in this frantic city<br /><br />all the dogs smile at me <br />every single one<br /><br />then owen and i head home<br />trudging back<br /><br />at this point<br />everyone is out<br />shovelling the stuff<br /><br />and there are people present outside familiar houses<br />that i have never seen before<br /><br />the city becomes smaller<br />as we are all under this white blanket<br />of wintery possibility and duty<br /><br />and coming home on my tired legs<br />inside i pick off the snow balls on owens tired little legs<br />melting them with warm hands<br />one as big as a golf ball<br /><br />and giggle at the humorous sight of my companion<br /> wearing an icy mask from breathe and cold and snow<br /><br />inside we eagerly eat our breakfasts<br />and owen deservedly napsKim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-52323816054939345602011-01-05T16:33:00.003-08:002011-01-05T16:49:23.874-08:00Method ReaderI am reading a book entitled 'The Outlander' by Gil Adamson.<br /><br />From the back cover:<br /><br />"In 1903, two vengeful brothers and a pack of bloodhounds track a mysterious young woman across the western wilderness. She is nineteen years old. Half mad. A widow by her own hand. "<br /><br />So I haven't washed in a week, other than my teeth because that can lead to tooth decay an irreversible dilema.<br />I have washed my hands and face, but haven't bathed. Getting that western wilderness unwashed feeling. I have been working solitaire at home alone, my daughter enjoys her own brand of deshelvelment and my husband has a dull sense of smell. It's deep winter so when I go outside I wear a big parka and a talk neck tube scarf and a hat, so I figure my smell is contained besides it's breezy outside and I am accompanied by my dog who I can blame for any escaped stench.<br /><br />I am enjoying the sameness each day of putting on the same clothing as the day before. Today on Fashion Television there was a feature discussing the 'uniform' of different designers, often a black tee and dark jeans. Einstein had a uniform of suits and John Cage had a uniform of denim. My uniform is khaki and olive greens and grays, my favorite neutral. It is very nice not thinking what to wear and the familiarity of the same clothing each day. I am also reminded of cartoon charactors like Nancy and Tin Tin. It is sort of a vacation, a mini sloth experiment, a fermentation. <br /><br />I do have a social occasion coming up this Friday and in honour of this I will bathe throughly and put on fresh clothing. I haven't decieded if I will launder the clothing I am wearing or come up with a new 'uniform'. Something to be said for relaxing the hygene routine. Saving resourses, water, and realizing how long it takes to get stinky. I am looking forward to the newness of getting clean and know I will really enjoy that.<br /><br />Books do not come with odour, other that that discribed. Rumbled and relaxed. Mind on other matters and an empathy for the charactors riding horses, living rough. Who says one needs to book a vacation to take one. Austerity as vacation rather than opulance. Experiences and experiments that are accessable to get into the skin of a fiction charactor to test limits and elements and to choose to stop. Social conventions challenged. Exploration in daily routines.<br /><br />Just thought I would share my enjoyable some what malodorous state.Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-1287215499939398802011-01-04T14:01:00.003-08:002011-01-04T14:10:20.195-08:00Remainders of the Lunchahh you have lost your lunch bag...<br /><br />oh well it seems they only have a shelf life of half a year<br /><br />happy the old lunch box is found<br /><br />left to fester in a warm school for the holidays<br /><br />i didn't consider this until i opened the bag<br /><br />stepped back <br />and then leaned in<br /><br />wafting out an odor i can only describe as green<br />and not in an inviting way<br /><br />lean in<br /><br />an unidentifiable element<br />almost round<br />completely green<br />and powdery <br />like a spawn<br />an alien<br />nothing earthy <br />up until now<br /><br />no stranger to fungi<br />as i did do a science fair<br />on the subject<br /><br />growing small amount of mold <br />in tiny baby food jars i keept in the fridge<br /><br />spores<br />space ships<br /><br />lean in<br />and find<br />what is this new thing<br />initially repulsive<br />not edible for certain<br /><br />a strange mutation<br />of an orange tangerine<br />i conclude<br /><br />and i am a little less repulsed<br />a little smitten with this <br />powdery disolving orbish creature<br />who i didn't give a name<br /><br />but <br />plundged a plastic fork into<br />and disposed of carefully<br />incase it was catching<br /><br />you never know<br />how things will appear<br />and the challenge of seeing past<br />your preconcieved notions<br /><br />and intense prejudice<br />of food gone bad!<br /><br />but given half a chance<br />the possiblility in that mold<br />the powder<br />the green of it<br /><br />was kinda<br /><br />well<br /><br />coolKim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-29508009628812126212011-01-03T04:58:00.003-08:002011-01-03T05:03:21.291-08:00Reset ButtonThe last of the Christmas lights<br /><br />the glitter removed from the wrapping<br /><br />and left with the contents of a sweet cardboard box<br />old and familiar <br /><br />filled with nothing but possiblility<br />and a little nostalgia in the corners<br /><br />from the prior restet button<br />that each year brings with it<br /><br />resolutions made<br />and new plans etched out<br /><br />that my dear friend was last year<br /><br />this is a new page<br />a new leaf<br /><br />an empty delicious plain brown thin cardboard box<br />to fill<br />and empty <br /><br />and watch <br /><br />and breathe life into<br /><br />happy we hope always<br /><br />happy posibility<br /><br />and sweet and savoryKim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-63372624795323709802010-12-20T08:46:00.000-08:002010-12-20T08:47:21.180-08:00Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year to You!xo<br /><br />love,<br />KimKim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-61244278707954526912010-12-16T17:41:00.000-08:002010-12-16T17:43:40.140-08:00Bella<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3TqrJgYZsb_kGhy0811ubyRum8CMhOUuJvye_uIzHzygKt4SV2-Aw6nzkKHAQJB-qTuS-lRpMw6XkAKwnAof1NFNG00Q-UTG5ysuishe4y_Lfa08FzWD7-j5TdRJHxwm8CcMypg/s1600/Bella"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3TqrJgYZsb_kGhy0811ubyRum8CMhOUuJvye_uIzHzygKt4SV2-Aw6nzkKHAQJB-qTuS-lRpMw6XkAKwnAof1NFNG00Q-UTG5ysuishe4y_Lfa08FzWD7-j5TdRJHxwm8CcMypg/s400/Bella" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551460808183759394" /></a>Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-18774361395231297872010-12-10T07:10:00.002-08:002010-12-10T07:14:15.426-08:00Tony!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLW8z_WVweB57zrnsdfdgpcFqqR5gizvOb_OpmWlZYmlLoTodiCqzVdlwpMgF8PZ1cYeP5aW5jP5tYDeB2_FDEsPNEdBGhpu2othmZo-ZTntK8Npig-grHSBWfXtW7sSI0yBFr4w/s1600/Tony"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLW8z_WVweB57zrnsdfdgpcFqqR5gizvOb_OpmWlZYmlLoTodiCqzVdlwpMgF8PZ1cYeP5aW5jP5tYDeB2_FDEsPNEdBGhpu2othmZo-ZTntK8Npig-grHSBWfXtW7sSI0yBFr4w/s400/Tony" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549072144621941202" /></a>Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-72868693132924795832010-12-08T06:19:00.002-08:002010-12-08T06:30:30.947-08:00dust<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjek2cM1iFV7AJgUqemu9dzXlY05vmrmAKbV-_l0qWvObNbw1Q0qAu3JquQa19JtzUthwdS2jfakbNtd-6jNsiGiowBcIB9ACxAmVahxFK7jBedeNc-OHBHNYnpPgBHms3c9o2zcw/s1600/dust+brown"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjek2cM1iFV7AJgUqemu9dzXlY05vmrmAKbV-_l0qWvObNbw1Q0qAu3JquQa19JtzUthwdS2jfakbNtd-6jNsiGiowBcIB9ACxAmVahxFK7jBedeNc-OHBHNYnpPgBHms3c9o2zcw/s400/dust+brown" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548318742887394690" /></a><br />this is today<br /><br />i woke very early<br />and instead of pretending to be normal<br />and getting me required eight hours<br /><br />at five<br />i rose<br /><br />and made a puppy who is blue<br />named ralf<br /><br />then i went into the mountain of laundry<br />laundry mountain<br /><br />and putting on my scaling equipement<br />started the climb<br /><br />used bleach<br />this is new<br /><br />and folded a bunch<br />and put it in large plastic bag<br />like the laundromat that takes in laundry<br />and charges 20 a pound<br /><br />fresh<br /><br />then the tub<br />called me<br />and the terrible cleaning product<br />because really it's embarassing but it is grey<br /><br />and the fumes woke my daughter<br />what the heck is this awful stuff<br />but i think it is working magic<br />on my martha stewart dreams<br /><br />then i ate old pizza and new tea<br />and bea my girl<br />told me she isn't feeling well<br />it's that time of year<br />so i called the school<br /><br />and feed the pets <br />and did more laundry<br />and took the dog out<br />first putting him into the equivilant of a snow suit<br />perpetually two<br />i put him in little rubber boots with socks to make <br />taking them off easier<br />because of the salt<br /><br />and returned the depressing but well made film<br />to the library<br /><br />and we meet up with a cute weiner dog<br />who had anger management issues<br />and yelled at my dog<br />and scared me<br />not so cute<br /><br />and then while the computer warmed up<br />she's old and finicky<br /><br />i swept under the love seat<br />and owen the dog tried to help<br />eat the dust bunnies <br />but i shoed him away<br /><br />and the hanukah is ending tonight<br />and the tree is up<br /><br />and things keep coming in the house<br />like flyers<br />and greeting cards from people who sold us something<br />like insurance<br />and stuff like presents<br />some we eat <br />others we wear<br />others linger<br /><br />and i am reminded of the heap to charity<br />that i haven't called for pick up<br /><br />and all the magazines to read<br />and books and patterns<br /><br />and the dust<br />which likes to settle down <br />and make its self at home<br /><br />it's only 9:30<br /><br />will my tub become sparkling<br />will the fumes intoxicate us<br />will we be okay<br /><br />my smile isn't super white<br />my teeth are like that<br /><br />words<br />paper<br />fabric<br />stuff<br />stuff<br />stuff<br /><br />de-clutter<br />clean<br />sort<br />put away<br /><br />make <br />create<br />breathe <br /><br />liveKim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-14895739430160664622010-11-29T09:34:00.004-08:002010-11-29T09:46:29.701-08:00Thank You!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUc7oQ1W0hUZQZcx72h9KtgwTRUFQZx-2mILaWcU6SARqGKAH5jA-1ZclBhiT_dm0tCCOBKKdDYrZ15XaqAygjtP1eCzqAWb6GkakTFfdqrWqJCDn9uTFuUJrPvA_xiCubHojbTw/s1600/IMG_1810.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUc7oQ1W0hUZQZcx72h9KtgwTRUFQZx-2mILaWcU6SARqGKAH5jA-1ZclBhiT_dm0tCCOBKKdDYrZ15XaqAygjtP1eCzqAWb6GkakTFfdqrWqJCDn9uTFuUJrPvA_xiCubHojbTw/s400/IMG_1810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545028326809225730" /></a><br /><br />Thank you to all that made the Crafternoon Tea as lovely and tasty and fun as usual.<br /><br />Thank you to all that stopped by and to those that purchased my wares. <br /><br />Lots of my wooly friends found good homes, here are a few of the stories:<br /><br />Tiny a little bear who likes big things is going to a big baby, that will surely make him happy. Huggy found a young man named Liam who is keen to introduce him to the other soft friends he lives with. Francisio a green puppy with a red polka dot leash will be a surprise for a very special four year old boy. Maximillion Stuffnsuch is boldly going to go to work at the office of a woman who enthusiastically took him home.<br /><br />Thanks to all.<br /><br />I am looking forward to opening my suitcases in the future.Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-45403293810899954252010-11-17T14:08:00.002-08:002010-11-17T14:10:26.476-08:00I will be at Crafternoon Tea! Please visit!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgED8lwpHWWhGqiwGa9p93xQJrRYQ7PD_HPw9-A25ukdeH2aWku5ZM50VRtey8fd-1ivHTwCmDEM4JNqMt4ZXffFmuQkG55uLWfOl7kMGZ-kXojYnw8cMAvLgcXenLbs4TJLcVsNw/s1600/CT6-evite.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgED8lwpHWWhGqiwGa9p93xQJrRYQ7PD_HPw9-A25ukdeH2aWku5ZM50VRtey8fd-1ivHTwCmDEM4JNqMt4ZXffFmuQkG55uLWfOl7kMGZ-kXojYnw8cMAvLgcXenLbs4TJLcVsNw/s400/CT6-evite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540644330108535906" /></a>Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-89108311033958489302010-10-13T16:04:00.003-07:002010-10-13T16:11:51.259-07:00little lemon lime knitted mary janes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDzmRjeUXtdyPQrmrkkM_v-eMHTIpVz7QayXv631zi3LAOZHzo-ijGRswf9yLGdVlFu6V9ykSLvX9etzbX0Hq794_DWy9e8ofS08igyrz6i1lktCxEB5nFH15JaIVYdrcmXhzqRw/s1600/lemon+lime+mary+jane+baby+shoes"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDzmRjeUXtdyPQrmrkkM_v-eMHTIpVz7QayXv631zi3LAOZHzo-ijGRswf9yLGdVlFu6V9ykSLvX9etzbX0Hq794_DWy9e8ofS08igyrz6i1lktCxEB5nFH15JaIVYdrcmXhzqRw/s400/lemon+lime+mary+jane+baby+shoes" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527671095339832370" /></a>Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-82733799427623286902010-10-11T07:58:00.002-07:002010-10-11T07:59:43.954-07:00Hans<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfynmnqkht7tzwyCH8jMGkRHW7_AEvDwZB2KYvjcxY06AphXRnf7W1OiCF08ir_foPVXmh-6p-T9NvyFzYy9LmHt1orvRaICfH0hdM1cDqxdNug-ocD-cbXC565Ema0fcTTObqEw/s1600/Hans+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfynmnqkht7tzwyCH8jMGkRHW7_AEvDwZB2KYvjcxY06AphXRnf7W1OiCF08ir_foPVXmh-6p-T9NvyFzYy9LmHt1orvRaICfH0hdM1cDqxdNug-ocD-cbXC565Ema0fcTTObqEw/s400/Hans+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526803288619480530" /></a><br /><br />Isn't he handsome?<br /><br />I think so!Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931735.post-46598916342665690452010-10-06T11:31:00.004-07:002010-10-06T11:41:37.653-07:00wooly wordy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWiJW0fQl1pZjlAfrKD6-rlg0SKPTX6joNCG3Ow1wnmCGS9VgcPDx5cpQuO69SPk4BM3EPNAjT8BAhKqBLbydTZTAKkmY08YMxzBFos9kir19eHVK05-_7aAOZgyX94s6QHVSRpg/s1600/Ghosht+Dogish+and+Yunkela.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWiJW0fQl1pZjlAfrKD6-rlg0SKPTX6joNCG3Ow1wnmCGS9VgcPDx5cpQuO69SPk4BM3EPNAjT8BAhKqBLbydTZTAKkmY08YMxzBFos9kir19eHVK05-_7aAOZgyX94s6QHVSRpg/s400/Ghosht+Dogish+and+Yunkela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525004909137502722" /></a><br /><br />It's all about yarn these days.<br /><br />Knitting.<br /><br />Crocheting.<br /><br />Recycling wooly sweaters.<br /><br />Working at the Yarn store.<br /><br />Posting yarny creations on etsy.<br /><br />Colours.<br /><br />Construction.<br /><br />Watching people and the knitted garments they are wearing.<br /><br />Watching films and television and the knitted garments they are wearing.<br /><br />Fashion TV.<br /><br />Hel Style blog.<br /><br />oh and the leaves on my walks with owen the dog,<br />the orange maple leaves leave me invigorated and full.<br /><br />did i mention i like wool,<br />and that autumn is my favorite season?Kim's Suitcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10605658595673130521noreply@blogger.com0