So I fell out of habit of posting, got lazy, lost the routine and now I hope to jump back on. The reasons are many, most of them certainly justified the lack of posts from me. Should I rattle them off? Probably not, however, let's just say that having your DH replace his computer system and needing to have yours is not conducive to posting. I can't blog without Photoshop, something I just got back now.
About the average number of people passing by during the show (except the opening night which was packed with a large crowd. It was wonderful to see so many people that I know.
The kitchen before (this is the last week of May)
A couple of days later... Richard had removed the bulkhead (I've always felt that a small kitchen can use any space for storage available). This of course meant that we would have to do some serious patching on the walls and ceiling. We found an old squirrel nest up there as well and a hole that lead outside. Not a new one though, but there where a bunch of nuts and even marbles (poor critters must have thought they where magic nuts).
After the paint job... oh, so much brighter....
I also met with my friend Mary of Mmmh! Catering to plan the food for our wedding...
I'm still here, just recuperating from the show (pictures and report to follow in a later post), cleaning up the studio (I was back there for the first time since the show), redoing the kitchen (just couldn't stand it anymore!!) and getting Huxley back to school after a double bout of stomach flu (poor little one).
After fretting at the studio over the show that I will participate in, and for which set-up is on Thursday am, I realized that somewhere deep within me there is even after all these years and experience, still the little me that is frightened. So this little me is going to give herself a break from pressure and will officially state that yes, there is stage fright!
Why is it, that I thought that I could pull off a show with no stress?
Although March in Toronto could bring us another large amount of snow, yesterday we did the sensible thing. We walked through our neighbourhood to see if there are any earth children getting ready to peek outside yet.
I wish the box that Pam sent me could tell me about it's wild travels across the ocean. It came the way by land and sea. The old-fashioned way, the way of the original immigrants of this continent. I like that. Slow, a way that many things in life are made better.
At the beginning of the year I had a very nice rhythm going with getting up, putting the pictures from the camera onto the 'puter, writing a blog entry and still leaving the house in time to get to the studio early. These past few weeks, the rhythm has been more like an anti-rhythm. Wishful thinking. Fantasy. Just not happening.
Early last summer Huxley had a rough day at school, a day where his teacher suggested that he should have extra exercise to work off some of his energy. As if I had sensed that, I had already on the way to pick him up from school decided to start a large project for him, something involving wood, made by using power tools by me and lots of sanding by him. So, the idea of his animal house was manifesting.