Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
portrait of the artist...
dressed for sub zero weather.
something warming about chocolate brown clothing, perhaps my association with hot chocolate, the only part of ice skating i can do!
every sunday afternoon my mum would say
"why don't you go skating at the arena"
which was next door practically..
"okay"
in my mind i thought this was the only way to get better
the arena was packed with loud music and everybody
swiftly skating
i hugged the boards
creeping along terrified of falling down
i hated the feeling of not being able to securely stand
(for goodness sake it took me until I was 16 months to be able to walk when I was a baby, same problem fear of falling down ..i am sure)
this was after painstakingly doing up ones skates tight enough..it was totally awful, sorry to be down on the romance of ice skating...but it was..
but in the arena, there was a machine that for just coins would give you very unique tasting chicken soup and hot chocolate, inevitably i would circle around the rink clinging to the boards once, seeing people i knew, trying not to be too embarrased when the younger kids whizzed by me, wiped out and laughed. cringe
i sat in the seats watching the fun, outside, sidelined and sipped my beverage until skating was over, sometimes walking around the perifery, enjoying watching the zamboni clear the ice and the kiosk that sharpened skates...
no sunday shopping back then, no ability to leave the neighbourhood
it was good to finally discover i rode the public transit system really well, i found other urban non ice skaters
we would sit in kensington market
listening to reggae music, keeping the beat with ginger beer
summer and winter...
but that is another story...
something warming about chocolate brown clothing, perhaps my association with hot chocolate, the only part of ice skating i can do!
every sunday afternoon my mum would say
"why don't you go skating at the arena"
which was next door practically..
"okay"
in my mind i thought this was the only way to get better
the arena was packed with loud music and everybody
swiftly skating
i hugged the boards
creeping along terrified of falling down
i hated the feeling of not being able to securely stand
(for goodness sake it took me until I was 16 months to be able to walk when I was a baby, same problem fear of falling down ..i am sure)
this was after painstakingly doing up ones skates tight enough..it was totally awful, sorry to be down on the romance of ice skating...but it was..
but in the arena, there was a machine that for just coins would give you very unique tasting chicken soup and hot chocolate, inevitably i would circle around the rink clinging to the boards once, seeing people i knew, trying not to be too embarrased when the younger kids whizzed by me, wiped out and laughed. cringe
i sat in the seats watching the fun, outside, sidelined and sipped my beverage until skating was over, sometimes walking around the perifery, enjoying watching the zamboni clear the ice and the kiosk that sharpened skates...
no sunday shopping back then, no ability to leave the neighbourhood
it was good to finally discover i rode the public transit system really well, i found other urban non ice skaters
we would sit in kensington market
listening to reggae music, keeping the beat with ginger beer
summer and winter...
but that is another story...
Monday, February 05, 2007
love knot
the day is cold
i sew around paper hearts
thing of green things
fresh twigs
and rays of sun
you are in a cocophany of noise
mr. arrington, mr. arrington
and i send you psychic love notes
that the puppy hasn't yet chewed
just when you attain a good stretch
i notice the need for a further stretch occurs
i have hot chocolate in the cupboard
and a daughter in the school up the road
i have a brother,
a sister
a mother
this is my family
and my husband jay of course
to day is monday
and i am left to my own devices
playing with a box of watercolour crayons
and sewing thread, and love hearts
i turn on the television while eatting the orange sun
and hear bits of words and images of famous people
and then i turn them all off
and see that the walls talk
if you listen closely
and the paint that is peeling in the bathroom
is really a portal to another world
these are thoughts i think
when left to my own devices
with balls of string
and a kitty in her basement apartment named flora
sweet
full
underneath the cracks in the sidewalk
the icy bits and pieces of outside
the red checks that leave their mark
under ground
inside
warmth
hearts
veins
pus
and stuff that makes me stop
and
go
i sew around paper hearts
thing of green things
fresh twigs
and rays of sun
you are in a cocophany of noise
mr. arrington, mr. arrington
and i send you psychic love notes
that the puppy hasn't yet chewed
just when you attain a good stretch
i notice the need for a further stretch occurs
i have hot chocolate in the cupboard
and a daughter in the school up the road
i have a brother,
a sister
a mother
this is my family
and my husband jay of course
to day is monday
and i am left to my own devices
playing with a box of watercolour crayons
and sewing thread, and love hearts
i turn on the television while eatting the orange sun
and hear bits of words and images of famous people
and then i turn them all off
and see that the walls talk
if you listen closely
and the paint that is peeling in the bathroom
is really a portal to another world
these are thoughts i think
when left to my own devices
with balls of string
and a kitty in her basement apartment named flora
sweet
full
underneath the cracks in the sidewalk
the icy bits and pieces of outside
the red checks that leave their mark
under ground
inside
warmth
hearts
veins
pus
and stuff that makes me stop
and
go
Sunday, February 04, 2007
bookmarks
bookmark this:
February the 10th at Good Catch in Parkdale is a Sweet little craft show. Please come!!
To find out more please log onto www.goodcatch.ca
Cheerio,
Kim
February the 10th at Good Catch in Parkdale is a Sweet little craft show. Please come!!
To find out more please log onto www.goodcatch.ca
Cheerio,
Kim
Saturday, February 03, 2007
pouch tweet
i have pouch making fever. a marathon of making pouches. did you know the zipper was a canadian invention? as a child i had a drawer full of purses, whenever i needed money i dug through the drawer and came up with some...magical don't ya think? now i am making purses in hopes of selling them and making money isn't that kind of funny? i am loving making these petite collage fabric studies that are pretty (thinks i) and practical too.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
puppy poo happens
the weekend
passes
like gas let out a hot air balloon
i am kept afloat
and busy
taking dog owen out to do his business
he is currently employed in the elimination business
the weekend
bookends
a period
at the end of Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
along comes Saturday
and i release
jay to roam
free
my very wonderful husband
Bea my daughter and i tackle
homework
in which i do the math
backwards
and then reconfigure
and do it the right way round
years before i knew i had
some mis-wirering in this department
Sunday comes
and i go to the grocery store
and am caught in the wave of shoppers
with the dollar event,
ratatouille won't happen
cause i just gave birth
to a new boy dog
the labor pains where nothing
compared to the first
and happily i have yet to have trouble with post partum
our friends come,
caught up in their own Sunday land
of comfort and comforters and staying in bed
and then realize to our house will happen
out of the car piles the baby, a real live beauty
named Oscar with a capital o
a little Nordic Viking
blonde and blue eyed and solid solid
frolicking happens,
talk and chatting
bowls of soup
and round bagels
cheese and veg
napping and carrying the babies
and then the height light drama
at the end of the show
after long sentences and comas
and semi colons
and dishes that almost wash themselves
after the frolics of baby and pup
an unintended intermingling
well the carpet is patterned and brown,
easily not noticed
little blonde boy with puppy poo in this hair
each grab a task
the mammas wash Oscar with a capital ohhh
the man washes the carpet with a capital oh No!
in the basement i wash the change pad free of pup poo
and Bea the seven year old escapes to the refuge of
her room and her radio and 1930's jazz music
with her final declaration
"Creepy!"
it was a lovely weekend
bookended and bright
warm and cold
snow and twigs
tail wags and baby smiles
and friends
and tea
and family...
life can be very good
even when puppy poo happens.
passes
like gas let out a hot air balloon
i am kept afloat
and busy
taking dog owen out to do his business
he is currently employed in the elimination business
the weekend
bookends
a period
at the end of Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
along comes Saturday
and i release
jay to roam
free
my very wonderful husband
Bea my daughter and i tackle
homework
in which i do the math
backwards
and then reconfigure
and do it the right way round
years before i knew i had
some mis-wirering in this department
Sunday comes
and i go to the grocery store
and am caught in the wave of shoppers
with the dollar event,
ratatouille won't happen
cause i just gave birth
to a new boy dog
the labor pains where nothing
compared to the first
and happily i have yet to have trouble with post partum
our friends come,
caught up in their own Sunday land
of comfort and comforters and staying in bed
and then realize to our house will happen
out of the car piles the baby, a real live beauty
named Oscar with a capital o
a little Nordic Viking
blonde and blue eyed and solid solid
frolicking happens,
talk and chatting
bowls of soup
and round bagels
cheese and veg
napping and carrying the babies
and then the height light drama
at the end of the show
after long sentences and comas
and semi colons
and dishes that almost wash themselves
after the frolics of baby and pup
an unintended intermingling
well the carpet is patterned and brown,
easily not noticed
little blonde boy with puppy poo in this hair
each grab a task
the mammas wash Oscar with a capital ohhh
the man washes the carpet with a capital oh No!
in the basement i wash the change pad free of pup poo
and Bea the seven year old escapes to the refuge of
her room and her radio and 1930's jazz music
with her final declaration
"Creepy!"
it was a lovely weekend
bookended and bright
warm and cold
snow and twigs
tail wags and baby smiles
and friends
and tea
and family...
life can be very good
even when puppy poo happens.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
Friday, January 05, 2007
yabby dappy doo da zip dilly i eh
i have a pair of clean underpants on my head
they seem to contain a magical ingredient that makes me type really fast
words are just flying hitting the screen at at least 40mph,
the same speed a greyhound can run
my daughter placed them on my head giggling
doing magic spells and telling me essencial information for life
which i didn't quite hear
i am thinking swimmingly
thoughts
i thank mrs haidida my grade 7 typing teacher for this gift of swift fingers
and am sorry i teased her about joining the hare krishnas
i thank the academy for giving me this grand award
wearing a pair of underpants on your head is a good remedy for what ever ailes you
and although i have not yet heard or read about it in any advice column i would strongly advise it
if i am feeling particularly blue (now this is a secret so do not tell you know) i ask my husband to wear a sweet little hair clip in his hair...this never fails to make me laugh, even writing this i am cracking up...you have to be there
it is something like dressing up a dog and the dog still trying as hard as it might to keep it's dignity
if this aint love i don't know what is...
but please don't tell.
they seem to contain a magical ingredient that makes me type really fast
words are just flying hitting the screen at at least 40mph,
the same speed a greyhound can run
my daughter placed them on my head giggling
doing magic spells and telling me essencial information for life
which i didn't quite hear
i am thinking swimmingly
thoughts
i thank mrs haidida my grade 7 typing teacher for this gift of swift fingers
and am sorry i teased her about joining the hare krishnas
i thank the academy for giving me this grand award
wearing a pair of underpants on your head is a good remedy for what ever ailes you
and although i have not yet heard or read about it in any advice column i would strongly advise it
if i am feeling particularly blue (now this is a secret so do not tell you know) i ask my husband to wear a sweet little hair clip in his hair...this never fails to make me laugh, even writing this i am cracking up...you have to be there
it is something like dressing up a dog and the dog still trying as hard as it might to keep it's dignity
if this aint love i don't know what is...
but please don't tell.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
oh mama
the land of sleep is a place i am finding a little bit difficult to get to these days, the trip is bumpy a little jet lagged upon waking and the dreams are quite intense...
Monday, January 01, 2007
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