ticket holders

Market Day

little legs BiG SnOw

we wake to day luxuriously late

and unwrap the present of this day

with white white wonder

the streets are full of snow

and i am as excited as the dogs i meet
snow day full of glee

we
leap bounds of snow
shuffle along
tracks others have left

owen walks behind me
as i create a wind barrier

we walk
and we walk

and the white colours all the other colours

suddently the painted lillac trellis speaks to me
as we shuffle along

the sky is white too
grey white

the sun behind snow
smaller and wanting

and we trudge along
one foot in front of the other

two feet followed by two feet
clad in small red rubber boots
with woolen socks home made
my faithful owen follows

diligent in the journey
pretending to be an old dog
but really a relaxed dog
some might call lazy

we run into a small pack
playing wildly nipping
and barking with the general air of partying

owen waits on the outskirt of this
appealing to the humans
wondering if any food offerings are available

i stand back as well,
a little too gleeful
and impractical about this crazy dumping of
awesome, yes awesome powdery fantastical snow

i am taken back to the times of childhood
but mostly embrace the profound silence that is bestowed
even in this frantic city

all the dogs smile at me
every single one

then owen and i head home
trudging back

at this point
everyone is out
shovelling the stuff

and there are people present outside familiar houses
that i have never seen before

the city becomes smaller
as we are all under this white blanket
of wintery possibility and duty

and coming home on my tired legs
inside i pick off the snow balls on owens tired little legs
melting them with warm hands
one as big as a golf ball

and giggle at the humorous sight of my companion
wearing an icy mask from breathe and cold and snow

inside we eagerly eat our breakfasts
and owen deservedly naps

Method Reader

I am reading a book entitled 'The Outlander' by Gil Adamson.

From the back cover:

"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. "

So I haven't washed in a week, other than my teeth because that can lead to tooth decay an irreversible dilema.
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.

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.

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.

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.

Just thought I would share my enjoyable some what malodorous state.

Remainders of the Lunch

ahh you have lost your lunch bag...

oh well it seems they only have a shelf life of half a year

happy the old lunch box is found

left to fester in a warm school for the holidays

i didn't consider this until i opened the bag

stepped back
and then leaned in

wafting out an odor i can only describe as green
and not in an inviting way

lean in

an unidentifiable element
almost round
completely green
and powdery
like a spawn
an alien
nothing earthy
up until now

no stranger to fungi
as i did do a science fair
on the subject

growing small amount of mold
in tiny baby food jars i keept in the fridge

spores
space ships

lean in
and find
what is this new thing
initially repulsive
not edible for certain

a strange mutation
of an orange tangerine
i conclude

and i am a little less repulsed
a little smitten with this
powdery disolving orbish creature
who i didn't give a name

but
plundged a plastic fork into
and disposed of carefully
incase it was catching

you never know
how things will appear
and the challenge of seeing past
your preconcieved notions

and intense prejudice
of food gone bad!

but given half a chance
the possiblility in that mold
the powder
the green of it

was kinda

well

cool

Reset Button

The last of the Christmas lights

the glitter removed from the wrapping

and left with the contents of a sweet cardboard box
old and familiar

filled with nothing but possiblility
and a little nostalgia in the corners

from the prior restet button
that each year brings with it

resolutions made
and new plans etched out

that my dear friend was last year

this is a new page
a new leaf

an empty delicious plain brown thin cardboard box
to fill
and empty

and watch

and breathe life into

happy we hope always

happy posibility

and sweet and savory

Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year to You!

xo

love,
Kim

Bella

Tony!

dust

this is today

i woke very early
and instead of pretending to be normal
and getting me required eight hours

at five
i rose

and made a puppy who is blue
named ralf

then i went into the mountain of laundry
laundry mountain

and putting on my scaling equipement
started the climb

used bleach
this is new

and folded a bunch
and put it in large plastic bag
like the laundromat that takes in laundry
and charges 20 a pound

fresh

then the tub
called me
and the terrible cleaning product
because really it's embarassing but it is grey

and the fumes woke my daughter
what the heck is this awful stuff
but i think it is working magic
on my martha stewart dreams

then i ate old pizza and new tea
and bea my girl
told me she isn't feeling well
it's that time of year
so i called the school

and feed the pets
and did more laundry
and took the dog out
first putting him into the equivilant of a snow suit
perpetually two
i put him in little rubber boots with socks to make
taking them off easier
because of the salt

and returned the depressing but well made film
to the library

and we meet up with a cute weiner dog
who had anger management issues
and yelled at my dog
and scared me
not so cute

and then while the computer warmed up
she's old and finicky

i swept under the love seat
and owen the dog tried to help
eat the dust bunnies
but i shoed him away

and the hanukah is ending tonight
and the tree is up

and things keep coming in the house
like flyers
and greeting cards from people who sold us something
like insurance
and stuff like presents
some we eat
others we wear
others linger

and i am reminded of the heap to charity
that i haven't called for pick up

and all the magazines to read
and books and patterns

and the dust
which likes to settle down
and make its self at home

it's only 9:30

will my tub become sparkling
will the fumes intoxicate us
will we be okay

my smile isn't super white
my teeth are like that

words
paper
fabric
stuff
stuff
stuff

de-clutter
clean
sort
put away

make
create
breathe

live

Thank You!

Thank you to all that made the Crafternoon Tea as lovely and tasty and fun as usual.

Thank you to all that stopped by and to those that purchased my wares.

Lots of my wooly friends found good homes, here are a few of the stories:

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.

Thanks to all.

I am looking forward to opening my suitcases in the future.

I will be at Crafternoon Tea! Please visit!

little lemon lime knitted mary janes

Hans

Isn't he handsome?

I think so!

wooly wordy

It's all about yarn these days.

Knitting.

Crocheting.

Recycling wooly sweaters.

Working at the Yarn store.

Posting yarny creations on etsy.

Colours.

Construction.

Watching people and the knitted garments they are wearing.

Watching films and television and the knitted garments they are wearing.

Fashion TV.

Hel Style blog.

oh and the leaves on my walks with owen the dog,
the orange maple leaves leave me invigorated and full.

did i mention i like wool,
and that autumn is my favorite season?

Thank You!

Thanks to everyone who came and paid me a visit at Word on the Street, as usual it was a wonderful way to meet up.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Word on the Street

The last Sunday of September offers us Word on the Street.

Sunday September 26th in the lovely Queen's Park in Toronto, many words and pages will be in this extraordinary literary event!

I too will be there in mind, spirt ,body and stuff. I will be exhibiting some of my work for sale under the banner 2 X 4 to the forehead, in the Fringe Beat section of the festival. I will be sharing a space with my witty friend James Spyker who is a fine, word smith and book binder.

In addition to being involved with my own table full of mirth. I have done some illustrations for The Story Walk produced by the MTML (Metro Toronto Movement for Literacy) Very exciting indeed. Please check out the Word on the Street website for more information about this and further details on the event.

Looking forward to seeing you under the trees!

dog with loopy knit ears

How to Begin...

included in summery

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4c58d35f92148eef474479e9/a-childs-summer-never-ends

my inclusion as part of a summery etsy collection. take a look at these summery finds!