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today is f****** hot. May 31, 2013

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it makes my girls into whiny, crazy demon things.

i am going to stencil those two arches. you know the ones, right? everybody? in the entrance to the living room and then at the top of the hallway. I loved them when I first saw them, on our first little tour of the apartment. i have been staring at them a lot recently, wondering how i can dress them up a bit and draw attention to them.the arches are one of my favourite things about this place.

now i’ve got it.


new project.



photo journal May 26, 2013

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shes trying to feed him something. probably cheesy pasta. he looks thrilled, doesn’t he?


taking a ‘photo’ of mats in his favourite haunt with her pretend camera. mats likes to sleep in our neighbours recycling bin because they put a cardboard box in it.




going to nanas house.



the butt-ugly cake. that smeary thing is a heart, sideways, because i was too lazy to make picasa right-side-it-up.


its really hard to wait for your presents. maybe if she stares at them long enough….


an accidental photo that turned out pretty cool. isn’t it great when that happens?


May 23, 2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — springtwist @ 10:03 pm

its not on the windowsill.

thinking back – i put my ring on the windowsill to shower a couple days ago. i can’t shower with it because it catches on my dreads and tears hair and its a pain to have to keep untangling it. usually the windowsill is a good spot, i grab it again in the towel dry stages. the other day i didn’t put it back on. i spotted it on the windowsill a couple days ago, and thought nothing of it. I’ll grab it later.

suddenly i want to find it. its been off my finger for too long, theres this weird space. i don’t match jim’s hand anymore.

its not on the windowsill.

maybe on the shelf,. maybe in the medicine cabinet. maybe i grabbed it and put it somewhere else without remembering. its just a little thing of silver with a tiny opal, its objectively meaningless. but im amazed at how much not being able to locate it sends me into a panic. I think of the worst scenario – i don’t find it, it got vacuumed up, a kitten put it under a book case, it fell in the garbage and went out on the truck yesterday morning. i could ask Rachel to make another. still, it wouldn’t be the same.

usually i am not so attached to these sorts of things. this one, apparently, is more significant than i realized. its something reaching in me deeper than i thought.

i check the windowsill again. then the shelves again. then the medicine cabinet, then places where i know it would not, has not ever, been. in the bedside table drawers. on the spice rack. wtf? its not going to ever be here. but its not on the windowsill and please i need to find it. in my head, please universe let me find it i promise i wont take it off again. this is the second time i have thought i have lost it. (the first time it turned out to be in cordelias pants)

for as much as i like to think I’m not attached to a thing like this.

blaze loves to brush her teeth. theres a collection of toothbrushes and the pinkie pie my little pony toothpaste on the windowsill, where she can reach it. she likes to brush her teeth with all toothbrushes, usually two at a time, double-fisting it. i go back to where i am pretty sure i left my ring last. if blaze was messing around with the windowsill, it would have been swept off and hit the floor. its not on the floor. its not under the radiator. its not behind the toilet, where the wax candle drippings of the previous tenants still are. white and pink and covered in dust.

the diaper garbage. when did i last take that out? please say it wasn’t in the last three days. i grab a plastic bag, dig through the diapers. some of them on the bottom, for those of you who have never owned babies before, are starting to liquefy. they stink beyond what a normal nose should be subjected to.

buried in there next to some old pee and poo and surrounded by sweating, slimy diapers is a silver ring so tarnished with ammonia that its black. lucky break this time. now i know better than to trust the windowsill with something surprisingly so meaningful and precious.

now i cant get the smell off my hands.


May 19, 2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — springtwist @ 1:57 pm

painted the fridge with chalkboard paint. (the girls were drawing on it anyway…)
took the girls out to play outside, and planted some seed bombs that I found on their bookshelf from a wedding we went to when blaze was 6 weeks old.
cleaned off the computer desk. it was quite a task.
made jim deal with all his shit that was piled high on the computer desk
did some general clean up, organized dinner with barb
and even managed to remember to feed my kids something for lunch. AND it was even a vegetable. (don’t tell coco)
ate waaay too many gingersnaps.

get a frame for the poster
put up the other pictureclean fucking everything
put away laundry


i like the chalkboard fridge because i can write lists of chores on it, and park the girls there for a while. The paint isn’t sticking too well and you can scratch it off with a fingernail, but whatever. if it becomes a big problem I’ll have to prime it first and do it over.

our new project is to grow mushrooms. don’t you love the internet/ a few minutes of research and cross-referencing, and a few youtbue videos (i LOVE youtube) and i have a mushroom nursery under the kitchen island, where it is cool and dark. theres some dirty old baskets down the side of the house that were left there by some other resident a long time ago that i looked at and thought ‘i’m going to use those. for…. mushrooms…?” and so it started. shitakes and oyster mushrooms.

you don’t have to actually order the little plugs online. if you have mushrooms in your fridge that are from a good place that you trust (ie farmer zach) and they have been in the fridge for so long that they are covered in that soft white fuzz, that’s mushroom “runners” basically, like a raspberry bush. that’s the mycelium trying to move on to other areas of the forest. so you trim those fuzzy surfaces off and sandwich them between corrugated layers of wet cardboard in a plastic takeout container, some some sort of weird mushroom cardboard lasagna. then you wait like two weeks, then plant them outside in a basket of really damp sawdust and cardboard and hardwood tree chips. then you wait like a month, and when the mushrooms decide its time to get all sexy (what, you didn’t know that’s the parts you were eating?) you pick them!


dora provides a lovely calm quiet. May 17, 2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — springtwist @ 6:23 pm

i don’t know how those mothers who ban tv can make it. you need that zone-out time. or, rather, you need your kids to have that zone-out time.


i have been on a serious henna kick recently – any spare time, i hit up pinterest or flickr. these days its bridal henna. watching you tube videos, trying to learn through observation how to work out those tiny, lace-like lines. i move too quick on things to actually becoem good at anything. no time to practice, i just pick up and move onto the next thing that catches my attention. lotuses, mandalas, moroccan, bridal.

me and the girls (who are so very, very sick – blaze is leaking vibrant green mucous from some sort of bottomless pit of snot somewhere in her head) made gilding paste this morning before school. its called “body art quality gilding paste/gel” and that makes it sound super fancy. like when, while working at springmasters, we told people that we used a “silica-based material” to fill in the cracks and crags on their driveway. name one silica-based material you know. yeah. sand.

so what is ‘body art quality gilding gel?” its vitamin e gel (aka ‘after sun’) and eyeshadow.

and its a great friday morning toddler project. use a knife to scrape out the eyeshadow cake into a plastic baggie, add a generous scoop of gel, seal the bag and hand to the toddler. squish squish squish. ta-da! expensive-sounding, fancy body art quality gilding gel. cut the corner off the bag, fill a cone. tape up that hole, start all over with a new colour.

i jsut got acall from BC from a woman writing an article for a magazine, and she wants to put the photos from my website in it with a link back to me. Sounds great, except I don’t doula in BC. She can have the photo anyway.


ready for spring

Filed under: Uncategorized — springtwist @ 11:32 am


oh yes we did.

Cordelia watched my mom paint her nails the other day and thought it utterly fascinating. shes been talking to me about it and telling me that she can paint her nails when shes all grown up i told her actually, coco, we could do it now.

so we all went to the store on an adventure and the girls picked themselves a colour. cordelia couldnt keep it together, she was so excited. she sang and shouted the whole way there, making up a song with no rhyme whatsoever about green nail polish that included quite a lot of nonsense words of her own creation. luckily, they had the green she had in mind. its even metallic.

blaze went straight for the fire truck red, which looks so weird on her, like shes a 50-something old lady with a tiny mangy dog and she should be aged too fast by being a chain smoker and clutching a terrible purse. that what fire truck red says to me, anyway. hopefully nail polish colour isn’t a dictator of your future destiny.

and i also decided to see what all the fuss was about. I’m not sure i get it yet. maybe i will henna these feet all up, that will take the attention off the crazy brilliant white.


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