time....

Know when all you want is for time to hurry up.. and then the next moment you just need it to stop?

I'm having a weekend like that.

Thursday nearly killed me, it took THAT long for the day to pass. Then Thursday night? oh, took about 12 seconds. I had dinner with a group of some of the most lovely people I know, then we took in a concert of the ever dreamy Justin Rutledge. so good. But the night passed so quickly, even though we stretched it out till 2:30.  

AM

The rest of the weekend.. was... fantastic. 

and though I may never catch up on the sleep, it was time well spent.

(How's that for a cop-out on capturing a weekend in words?)

-Yule Sing (two shows- awesome)

-Living room song circles

-three days of soup and cheese

-parades

-elf man

-thrift shops

-felt

-flowers

-art

-smiles

-felted sweater heads

-photos

-rehearsal

-"you're a dick"

-boxing santas

-clementines

-le sigh (I'll never remember it all)

laughing and crying

Ruth wrote yet another great entry this week about GTI.
I was crying by the end....

and as much fun as I'm having with the play... I'm really annoyed that I'm missing dinners now. That wasn't in the plan.... at all. In fact, I'm pretty sure the thing I said was "there's no rehersals on Wednesdays right?".

ho ho ho

Did I mention the Santa Clause parade?
Well, there's another one this weekend, Port of Hope has theirs on Saturday... watch for me there... crap. I just realized I forgot my costume at the firehall.


also. the last parade was lovely.
quite
lovely

plans for next year's new year's resolution is already in the works.
scale back on my main love language.

Monday Bunday

Since I got the door knob fixed, poor Pontouff has had to hang out with me... he can't just push the door open and hide in the bedroom (read:: sleep in the suitcase under my bed).

You're doomed.

Don't lay on the floor.

fix it

Another thought for the collage party, I need a new tool box.

Yes, those two thoughts are related.

My current tool box is lovely, lovely but broken. I podged it about 10 years ago with pictures of tools and sparkly things... because, you know... I wouldn't want it to look too manly or anything. Anyway, it wasn't till I typed the previous sentence that I realized how old the tool box was. And I was feeling bad that the tray was broken in it and that my tools were sort of breaking it from being too heavy and whatever.... but just realized 10 years is a long time to NOT break something like that... and I don't feel bad at all.

So, for the collage party, I may be collage-ing on a new tool box! Maybe a strong metal one. I was pricing them tonight when I was at Canadian Tire (that would be the hardware store for you non-Canadians).

Driving home, I decided to pull out the tool box. My door knob has been broken for some time now- to the point that I couldn't close my door, as I couldn't open it from the outside.. and could barely open it from the inside... I got locked out a few times, but I was able to break in from the sun porch.

I don't know how door knobs work. So I took it apart. That didn't help, but I was able to put it back together... and for some reason... it now works.

I'm very happy to have a door that closes.

And one that opens.

So I don't die in a fire.

paper

I'm going to a collage party (not college party).. and I'm very excited. 

I'm sure I've ranted on and on about my fascination with paper... but being as I can't get the blogger search bar to work, I'm not going to give you links to old boring stories... stories about my "pretty paper" hoarding problem.. or how the perfect paper makes for perfect journaling... 

So, a joint idea came about the other night while talking about ideas for a collage.. I think I'm going to try to put together some of my favourite facebook status lines into something... I do like the status lines...

all grown up

I splurged.

I've been intending to make this purchase for the past few years, and each year I put it off till it's too late, and they are all sold out..

I am a grown up, with matching Christmas decorations, accented by family favourites and childhood silliness. 

Just when I was thinking I'd like to get rid of all my "stuff"... I find some stuff makes me happy.

how do you do? Part 2

I know I've posted this link before, but really, it fascinates me... I reload it as often as I can...

How do the interwebs feel today?

light

it's amazing how a little light can change everything.

I'm not talking in metaphors here... though, feel free to use it if you must.

(idea thieves)

Old roomie has moved out... she'll now be called... um... Doula... cause that makes sense... and current roomie shall inherit the name "roomie". Clear? good.

Roomie bought two lamps awhile back at the Blue Box (Beyond the Blue Box is the best store ever- a second hand shop that rivals all others).  She had a vision... spray paint them, give them new shades... give them new life.... 

I have no vision. 

I see two old lamps, and write it off as crazy talk.

Our house has a very harsh front sitting room. It's tiny, the ceiling high, the furniture is ugly (I really need to find slip covers or something!), and the window is just feet from the street. 

Roomie has transformed the room!

with just one little light standing in the corner, the room is a place where you WANT to sit now... a welcome addition to the cozy basement corner. 

Our home is growing up!

stuffs

We have SNOW.

Because it was the first snowfall of the season, most surfaces aren't already coated in a frosting of salt. Instead, there's quite a bit of ice around. 

And it's COLD.

I'd warmed up my car in the morning a little by driving from job 1 to home, then off to job 2. But I'd trudged thru the snow, and my shoes were wet. They've got pretty deep grooves in them, so they hold a lot of moisture. 

I got out of my car, and was standing beside a vehicle waiting for the person to get out, when I noticed... my shoes were frozen to the ground!!!!

Not frozen like "I'm stuck here till spring" but more like "my shoes are in bubble gum".

I hate cold.