Touch, feel, freak out from amazement

Texture. I freaking luv textures. Hang out with me long enough and you will watch me fondle plants, wine bottles, napkins,
dogs shaggy coats, felting....

There is nothing like the feeling of your feet on a cool marble floor, or the way it feels when you first push your hands into your angora gloves, and It is killer the way it feels when you slip into a warm bath and never mind how awesome it is to slide between as set of cool 400+ thread count sheets and a fluffy duvet at the end of a long day. I am longing for the cold, cold weather so that I can wear my wool coat, angora gloves, plush scarves, warm cashmere tights/leggings and enjoy the assorted feeling of the multi textures. I bought a great big felt purse with huge grommets which while they look awesome together are complete sensory opposites. That is why I purchased it. I love the hard, cold metal grommets against the soft but non-yielding felting.


Today I headed down to Granville Island to try on some boots that were ordered in for me. While there I noticed all the amazing textures of the buildings and took a few quick snaps with my iphone as my camera was nowhere to be found. I must have looks like a complete nutter "caressing" the sides /skins of all the buildings. But I was in pure heaven. I recalled a photo essay I did years and years ago when I was at Emily Carr... Granville island is a great place, one of smells, tastes, touches and amazing colours. Hard to resist photos.

I am off - going out, but first I will pull on a warm woolly skirt.

xo

Seattle dog on the move.

I am if nothing else, a bit of a self confessed sucker for dogs. I have a dog. I love my dog. I love my dog so damn much I just want to squish her into a million tiny pieces.... enough said.

Other dogs, well I just want to scoop them up, take them home because obviously they need to be with me and are terribly unhappy in their regular lives.

Forget crazy cat lady.... I am going to be the dog woman. hahahahha. right. not. I had better stick with just one for now - for now anyhow.

xo

sauvages

This is the mean time of year. Think about it.
Trees are dying, shades of crimson, orange, yellow. The days are getting shorter. Clothing is getting woollier
and thought of sitting on a couch with a roaring fire are dominating my mind more and more these days.
Last night I heard coyotes through the late night fog - such a haunting and beautiful sound.

The sun has retreated south, and no longer shines through my large bedroom windows, but sets in the tiny window on the far south west wall. I strain to watch it from my vantage point set over the southern tip of Vancouver Island and dip down below the jagged peaks of the Olympic peninsula.

I am feeling rather ravenous - steak, wine and company would be good medicine.

Red Room

Very productive weekend thus far. 3 new babies/families visited, hugs, kisses and wine. Last minute dinners out
with friends that have spanned the decades. All this and I have been paining my townhouse.

Dining room is red. Vermilion Red. Gorgeous red.

And amongst all this abundance and fun this weekend, when I lay my head on my pillow, all i can think is that I want to throw faux firs on the hardwoods and feed you vodka and oysters in my new red room while a snowstorm rages outside.
How completely bolshevik of me.


xoxo

Hey you!

Dear idiot in who kept honking @ me to turn left into pedestrians:
You, driving your car made out of what looks like 2 different pre 90's moldy oldsmobiles, eating your Mc crappy lunch and honking/yelling at me (with food flying out of your horrible mouth no less)
Me; I drive a bmw. I had steak for lunch, and oh, my life is no where near as shitty as yours - hope the honking and yelling for no reason made your shitty self feel better.
PS - no matter how much you honk and yell, sorry, but I won't run over a pedestrian so you can get back to your trailer park faster. Oh and chew with your mouth closed.