Moving day.
Time to meet the new house.
9.30.2010
9.27.2010
the dark side of handmade
Meet Train Boy and Flower Girl. They are handmade.
Handmade is these dolls, sewn frantically during the time when I was supposed to be packing up my sewing things to move in just a few days, while my two year old boy sat on my lap attempting to 'help' by sticking straight pins into the fabric as I raced it through the machine, causing my arm to jiggle every 1.5 seconds so that every seam appears to have been sewn by someone suffering whole body tics.
(Handmade is a run on sentence, trying to capture every since nuance of a situation, telling a whole story, even if you have to pause for breath three times while saying it.)
Handmade is using what is available, which here means a dozen squares pulled from the neatly piled stacks, cut and organized, for quilts that I am never going to make. My regular fabric was already packed and since both children frequently like to go through the patchwork squares to pick out their favorite fabrics it was easy to justify the raid. But still, despite their earlier pawings, when it came time to decide what colour the body should be, there is a half an hour pause for angst ridden decision making, finally ending when I agree to do a two fabric body, to allow for a skirt that matches Smootch's tiered green one that she still wears three and a half years past it's construction (yes, it's getting pretty short).
The faces are drawn in with Sharpie, an aesthetically revolting concept, but insisted upon by Birdie who couldn't wait for a stitched face to be done in that mystical time I call 'later' (he's old enough now to not fall for that one anymore). Faceless dolls are highly disturbing to Birdie. So we do what we can right now.
Handmade is following through, even when we know it's not perfect. As a result of my frenzied pace, and the fact that instead of enlarging the lovely pattern provided by Emily Martin of The Black Apple as it was intended but Smootch insisting her doll be exactly the size it was on the paper when it printed, these dolls, are badly constructed. Really terrible. When I actually had a moment to truly look at what I was sewing, note that the leg on Train Boy didn't make it all the way into the body seam, the oddly textured head from my poor hand sewn ladder stitches to close the top, the over stuffed arms and under stuffed body, my only thought was, 'Crap! And I'm supposed to be a professional!'
Handmade is realizing that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It is recognizing the substance in the object. My kids love these dolls. Birdie doesn't care that Train Boy's arms are upside down (omg, bad, right?!), because he likes that the hair is orange, just like he chose to match his own (don't try to figure out toddler logic). And there are trains on the body, a fabric brought to us by a dear friend, who picked it up at a garage sale because she knows how much Birdie adores them. Plus the legs are of the same fabric as his idolized sister's doll, a small connection to his hero, but real enough to make him feel close to her all the same. And he sat on mama's lap during it's creation, choosing fabrics, helping with his own two hands (pinning - ouch!), and giving the doll life by insisting it have eyes, mouth, and, donotforgetmama, nose.
For Smootch, who loves dolls and has been asking for a pioneer-esque rag doll for a month and a half now, well, turns out she was right about the smallish size of the dolls. They are exactly the right size to haul around by their legs or heads. They make great companions, big enough for play, small enough to fit in a pocket (if you don't mind eyes peeking out to see the world). Thank you, mama, for finally making me a doll!
Handmade is love materialized. Smootch has the articulation and acumen to tell me straight out that if she had to draw a picture of 'love' that she would have to draw a picture of an imperfectly sewn doll, made from patchwork squares intended for a quilt that will never be made, on a Sunday morning when there were other things we were supposed to be doing.
Handmade says we are here, now, and we love each other.
Today, as I finally packed up the sewing machine, I fought my urge to redeem myself with another go to make a properly sewn doll. Maybe one where the arms point the right way. But, knowing that my children are as happy with the badly sewn ones, it wasn't too hard to put my redemption on pause while I tend to other things. Next week or next month, maybe I'll get another shot at these Black Apple dolls. Or maybe we will be on to something new that I will get a chance to screw up with my clumsy hands while Birdie sticks pins into them.
I can only hope.
Handmade is these dolls, sewn frantically during the time when I was supposed to be packing up my sewing things to move in just a few days, while my two year old boy sat on my lap attempting to 'help' by sticking straight pins into the fabric as I raced it through the machine, causing my arm to jiggle every 1.5 seconds so that every seam appears to have been sewn by someone suffering whole body tics.
(Handmade is a run on sentence, trying to capture every since nuance of a situation, telling a whole story, even if you have to pause for breath three times while saying it.)
Handmade is using what is available, which here means a dozen squares pulled from the neatly piled stacks, cut and organized, for quilts that I am never going to make. My regular fabric was already packed and since both children frequently like to go through the patchwork squares to pick out their favorite fabrics it was easy to justify the raid. But still, despite their earlier pawings, when it came time to decide what colour the body should be, there is a half an hour pause for angst ridden decision making, finally ending when I agree to do a two fabric body, to allow for a skirt that matches Smootch's tiered green one that she still wears three and a half years past it's construction (yes, it's getting pretty short).
The faces are drawn in with Sharpie, an aesthetically revolting concept, but insisted upon by Birdie who couldn't wait for a stitched face to be done in that mystical time I call 'later' (he's old enough now to not fall for that one anymore). Faceless dolls are highly disturbing to Birdie. So we do what we can right now.
Handmade is following through, even when we know it's not perfect. As a result of my frenzied pace, and the fact that instead of enlarging the lovely pattern provided by Emily Martin of The Black Apple as it was intended but Smootch insisting her doll be exactly the size it was on the paper when it printed, these dolls, are badly constructed. Really terrible. When I actually had a moment to truly look at what I was sewing, note that the leg on Train Boy didn't make it all the way into the body seam, the oddly textured head from my poor hand sewn ladder stitches to close the top, the over stuffed arms and under stuffed body, my only thought was, 'Crap! And I'm supposed to be a professional!'
Handmade is realizing that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It is recognizing the substance in the object. My kids love these dolls. Birdie doesn't care that Train Boy's arms are upside down (omg, bad, right?!), because he likes that the hair is orange, just like he chose to match his own (don't try to figure out toddler logic). And there are trains on the body, a fabric brought to us by a dear friend, who picked it up at a garage sale because she knows how much Birdie adores them. Plus the legs are of the same fabric as his idolized sister's doll, a small connection to his hero, but real enough to make him feel close to her all the same. And he sat on mama's lap during it's creation, choosing fabrics, helping with his own two hands (pinning - ouch!), and giving the doll life by insisting it have eyes, mouth, and, donotforgetmama, nose.
For Smootch, who loves dolls and has been asking for a pioneer-esque rag doll for a month and a half now, well, turns out she was right about the smallish size of the dolls. They are exactly the right size to haul around by their legs or heads. They make great companions, big enough for play, small enough to fit in a pocket (if you don't mind eyes peeking out to see the world). Thank you, mama, for finally making me a doll!
Handmade is love materialized. Smootch has the articulation and acumen to tell me straight out that if she had to draw a picture of 'love' that she would have to draw a picture of an imperfectly sewn doll, made from patchwork squares intended for a quilt that will never be made, on a Sunday morning when there were other things we were supposed to be doing.
Handmade says we are here, now, and we love each other.
Today, as I finally packed up the sewing machine, I fought my urge to redeem myself with another go to make a properly sewn doll. Maybe one where the arms point the right way. But, knowing that my children are as happy with the badly sewn ones, it wasn't too hard to put my redemption on pause while I tend to other things. Next week or next month, maybe I'll get another shot at these Black Apple dolls. Or maybe we will be on to something new that I will get a chance to screw up with my clumsy hands while Birdie sticks pins into them.
I can only hope.
9.26.2010
Allow me to introduce myself... again.
I was just putting together some information for the upcoming sponsorship opportunities here on Indietutes and I had to look up how long I've been doing this blog. Because I didn't know. It seems to me like I've always been doing this. So, going way, way back to May of 2007, when Smootch was only three and Birdie wasn't even, I re-read my the first post I wrote for this blog. As I read it, I was surprised to realize that I still feel exactly the same way now as I did back then. I expected to have changed more since then. Either I'm really boring or I meant what I said, and that is why I keep doing it. So, I thought I'd share it again with you, in case you were one of the current fifteen hundred daily visitors who missed it the first time around.
Here it is:
Much has changed for me since then, yet so much the same. Happy Fall, y'all! Talk soon. xoxo
ps, I still really hate Walmart, but I don't judge you if you shop there. Because I've shopped there too. How else would I know I hate it?
Here it is:
Welcome!
I want to share with you my patterns and ideas because I like to share and many have asked how I do what I do.
And because you don't need to buy a ten dollar pattern to make your kid a dress when you have more than need right in your closets.
And because my brain is bursting with ideas and hurts if I don't tell others what I think about.
And because there is so much perfectly good fabric being thrown out each year.
And because I hate Walmart and cookie cutter stuff. (But I do like cookie cutters. A lot.)
And because I'm worried that if people continue to have all their needs serviced by factories on the other side of the world and never learn to make things themselves, when the alien lizard monkey beast invade and we are forced to live in small scavenging bands and only Mad Max has any gasoline to run a dune buggy and steadfastly refuses to make a quick run to Mexico for some cheap underwear, that we will be forced to cover ourselves with fused together refuse.
And because I like you.
Much has changed for me since then, yet so much the same. Happy Fall, y'all! Talk soon. xoxo
ps, I still really hate Walmart, but I don't judge you if you shop there. Because I've shopped there too. How else would I know I hate it?
9.23.2010
mutli-use play canvas
One thing about having moved around a lot over the past year is that our toys collection is fairly slim. Our playthings are a constantly changing collection of fairly small of items, figurines and rubber animals gleaned from free boxes and thrift stores along our travels. Much of my childrens' play is centered around temporary worlds created with what ever household items they find about and the recycle bin.
Perhaps this is a bit of deprivation. When my kids visit their friend's homes, they obviously take great pleasure in playing with the toys there, though, I know children always like to play with novel items and grow bored of their own stock soon enough. Still, to sort of freshen their experience, I like to get involved every once in awhile and make up something with a bit more sparkle then the old scarves and toilet paper tubes.
Of course, in a home with as much glitter in the craft cupboard as we have, 'sparkle' is always a literal description.
To support their transient playthings and small scale toys, I thought this play board might inspire some tiny realm play. Truth be told, I'm hoping it will serve as a base for a number of sophisticated magical worlds, like the DIY land of OZ featured on Filth Wizardry. So far, my munchkins have failed to channel the realm where old movies you've yet to discover live and spontaneous produce a miniature emerald city, but Smootch and Birdie have still managed hours of play, creating and deconstructing entire lands of fantasy.
The play board is, of course, merely cardboard, cut from a box, flattened and painted with acrylic.
After getting a nice thick layer of paint on, I sprinkled a generous amount of glitter and made some swirly designs and whatnot to seal in the sparkle. So far, no glitter has left the board to land on the carpet or faces, so this is officially our neatest glitter project ever.
The "blocks" Birdie likes to play with right now are cut from a tree branch, sanded smooth on the cut sides. They make a oddly satisfying 'click' when you stack them together. If you decide to do the same, make sure your wood is nicely dry before you cut, otherwise they may form little cracks over time. For anyone pruning back their trees before winter (or summer on the other side), this is a good time to set aside a few branches to cut up for holiday presents.
You can see our toys are getting down to the basics. The thread spool, the lego, the string. Anybody feel sorry for him yet?
The other thing reason for this play board is to have a canvas for geometric drawings. After a particularly paper heavy craft, I took the scraps and cut them into basic shapes, rectangles, triangles and squares. Then, I let the kids at them.
This is the beginning of introducing collages to Smootch beyond the random placing of objects on a page and gluing them down. With Smootch, Miss Perfectionist, a temporary canvas (movable features, a Magna Doodle or chalkboard) often encourages her to be more daring and inventive, knowing that she can quickly erase her mistakes or unwanted effects.
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A few housekeeping details before I close for the day:
1. My emails are working again. You can contact me at vegbee@littleprintdesigns.com or info@littleprintdesigns if you like and I will most certainly get back to you.
2. I am almost finished sulking about my impending move. We have found a place in our new town, right on the lake in a holiday cottage (at off season prices). It has a backyard (Smootch's only request) and a dishwasher (The Man's main criteria), and we will be settling in on the first of October.
3. I would like to do two new things with this blog and advice or input is welcome. One is the offering up of the opportunity for those of us with a home based, handmade business to get a bit of exposure by offering up sponsorship spots on Indietutes. I will be bringing more information out with time, but if you are interested now, please contact me directly. The spots will be limited and formatted such as you see on the right side of the page. More details to come.
4. If you cast your eyes left and scroll down a bit you will note a new tutorial section called 'What To Do With'. Our family is taking up a personal mission to eliminate our garbage. Nothing thrown out, only reused or recycled. This will be an ongoing evolution for us, done in stages, but the first part is to try to figure out what to do with the little ends and bits that I would normally send out to the bins. Soon I will post what I've been doing with the plastic thread spools I have so many of. Other than that, if you have some clever ideas or are wondering what to do with the odd things we normally toss away, please email me with your brilliance and questions, and we can talk about it to figure out together how to reduce the load on our landfills. Stay tuned for more of this also.
5. Have a lovely day and find some time to play with your recycle ;)
Perhaps this is a bit of deprivation. When my kids visit their friend's homes, they obviously take great pleasure in playing with the toys there, though, I know children always like to play with novel items and grow bored of their own stock soon enough. Still, to sort of freshen their experience, I like to get involved every once in awhile and make up something with a bit more sparkle then the old scarves and toilet paper tubes.
Of course, in a home with as much glitter in the craft cupboard as we have, 'sparkle' is always a literal description.
To support their transient playthings and small scale toys, I thought this play board might inspire some tiny realm play. Truth be told, I'm hoping it will serve as a base for a number of sophisticated magical worlds, like the DIY land of OZ featured on Filth Wizardry. So far, my munchkins have failed to channel the realm where old movies you've yet to discover live and spontaneous produce a miniature emerald city, but Smootch and Birdie have still managed hours of play, creating and deconstructing entire lands of fantasy.
The play board is, of course, merely cardboard, cut from a box, flattened and painted with acrylic.
After getting a nice thick layer of paint on, I sprinkled a generous amount of glitter and made some swirly designs and whatnot to seal in the sparkle. So far, no glitter has left the board to land on the carpet or faces, so this is officially our neatest glitter project ever.
The "blocks" Birdie likes to play with right now are cut from a tree branch, sanded smooth on the cut sides. They make a oddly satisfying 'click' when you stack them together. If you decide to do the same, make sure your wood is nicely dry before you cut, otherwise they may form little cracks over time. For anyone pruning back their trees before winter (or summer on the other side), this is a good time to set aside a few branches to cut up for holiday presents.
You can see our toys are getting down to the basics. The thread spool, the lego, the string. Anybody feel sorry for him yet?
The other thing reason for this play board is to have a canvas for geometric drawings. After a particularly paper heavy craft, I took the scraps and cut them into basic shapes, rectangles, triangles and squares. Then, I let the kids at them.
This is the beginning of introducing collages to Smootch beyond the random placing of objects on a page and gluing them down. With Smootch, Miss Perfectionist, a temporary canvas (movable features, a Magna Doodle or chalkboard) often encourages her to be more daring and inventive, knowing that she can quickly erase her mistakes or unwanted effects.
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A few housekeeping details before I close for the day:
1. My emails are working again. You can contact me at vegbee@littleprintdesigns.com or info@littleprintdesigns if you like and I will most certainly get back to you.
2. I am almost finished sulking about my impending move. We have found a place in our new town, right on the lake in a holiday cottage (at off season prices). It has a backyard (Smootch's only request) and a dishwasher (The Man's main criteria), and we will be settling in on the first of October.
3. I would like to do two new things with this blog and advice or input is welcome. One is the offering up of the opportunity for those of us with a home based, handmade business to get a bit of exposure by offering up sponsorship spots on Indietutes. I will be bringing more information out with time, but if you are interested now, please contact me directly. The spots will be limited and formatted such as you see on the right side of the page. More details to come.
4. If you cast your eyes left and scroll down a bit you will note a new tutorial section called 'What To Do With'. Our family is taking up a personal mission to eliminate our garbage. Nothing thrown out, only reused or recycled. This will be an ongoing evolution for us, done in stages, but the first part is to try to figure out what to do with the little ends and bits that I would normally send out to the bins. Soon I will post what I've been doing with the plastic thread spools I have so many of. Other than that, if you have some clever ideas or are wondering what to do with the odd things we normally toss away, please email me with your brilliance and questions, and we can talk about it to figure out together how to reduce the load on our landfills. Stay tuned for more of this also.
5. Have a lovely day and find some time to play with your recycle ;)
9.20.2010
need a lift?
Yesterday, as I stood amid my stacks of dirty dishes and neglected clothes pile, in the middle of a very busy weekend, I got a call asking if we could please show our rental suit to a prospective renter in just a couple of hours. Seeing as the cake for my mom's birthday party was still cooling I couldn't frost it quite yet and I had just drank an entire pot of coffee to counteract the effects of sleep deprivation caused by a late night helping out my roller derby league, the Oil City Derby Girls (who did win the Wild Rose Cup from Calgary's Hellion Rebellion because we are awesome), I figured, what the heck, I can whip this place into show shape quick quick no problemo.
And I did. Somewhere over the next two hours I lost my can-do attitude and feelings of being hard done by surfaced, but when the kids and I scooted out the door so a lovely little family could come in and imagine what it would be like to live in my home, it was ready.
Apparently they liked it because I now have two weeks to find myself a new home. A new home in a not so new town. Another move to coordinate, utilities to shut off, turn on, another phone number, another driver's license address change, credit card companies, the bank, insurance to notify my change of address, and a whole new set of rollergirls to hit and be hit by. Another library card to add to the collection. Everything new and yet the same.
I know I asked for this and, despite what it seems, I believe there is a method to my madness. Good things are coming, but right now all I feel is loss. I love this house I live in, I love this town. Though we will be only a few hours away, with monthly visits back for falafel at the farmer's market and to help take care of my slowly slowing grandparents and their farm, my one true home, I know that I will miss the daily reassurance of living with the familiar and comfortable. My heart beats steadier when I look out at well known fields and the skies of my childhood. Here is where I began and to know that I have not yet come full circle is reassuring but also sad.
But here I am, on the road again, on a vehicle of my own design.
9.17.2010
technical difficulties
Hello all,
It has just come to my attention that my littleprintdesign emails are not working. I am looking into what is happening (and doing a lot of cursing while at it) and I will get them going as soon as possible.
I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience. If you need to get a hold of me now, you can leave a comment here or convo me at my shop at etsy.
Hope you have a lovely weekend.
It has just come to my attention that my littleprintdesign emails are not working. I am looking into what is happening (and doing a lot of cursing while at it) and I will get them going as soon as possible.
I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience. If you need to get a hold of me now, you can leave a comment here or convo me at my shop at etsy.
Hope you have a lovely weekend.
9.16.2010
colours
I loathe to put it this way, but around here we have been 'doing colours'.
A few weeks ago we read this book
for breakfast. (Yes, we read books for breakfast.) It was a lovely, clear presentation for young children some of the interesting things about colour. More of the story about colours in toddler-sized bites. 
I liked this book because it went beyond the basic primary and secondary colours. Most books for younger children explore colour mixing and then stop. Gives the impression that once you figure out that blue and red make purple there is nothing more to think about.
With this book as a launching pad, we looked at contrasting colours. How different colours make us feel.
How colour can be applied or voided to create a mood or an environment. How we can control colour and how it controls us. We thought about black and white and how they are just not colours at the same time as defining of colours.
We also learned about complimentary colours and analogous colours, and how observations of nature and rainbows have led us to develop systems by which to understand colour as wavelengths that our eyes can see. How we can not find out for sure if my red looks the same as your red.
But, still, that is just the beginning. The odd thing about breaking down and categorizing to a step one step two is that is creates an artificial barrier between what is known and what is experienced.
'Colour theory' is something that someone tells us, a compartment of knowledge we digest and store within us, able to recall and use it when we have a particular task before us.
It's like colour can exist in it's own seprate place away from the rest of the world.
Obviously, that bull hooey. Books are great. And it's good to look up from them every once in awhile and live what they are talking about. Colour is not just a concept to be read about and understood mixing food colouring in jars. Colour is our elemental experience. It's all around us. It's in us.
In the world, there is no colour isolated, primary or otherwise. There is shades, hues, pale and dark and black and white vision at night, except for red, the only colour a three week old human sees. There is a sparkle of sunlight on an a pupil and how hot it is sitting on a dark brown deck in the sun. There is why I never wear white clothes but Snowball the cat always looks clean. There is how my kitchen looks when it's sunny out and how it looks when the first snow of the year is falling, like it is now. There is happy colours, sad colours, queer colours, colours we don't like unless they are on our favorite socks with the picture of the pop star on them. There is variations and subtleties and indescribables and, when your eyes are closed while you face the bluest sky the summer can bring, the colour that is no colour that you've ever seen before. There is the deep appreciation of the knowledge that colour equals light, and without light we are goners. How deeply, deeply amazing our ability to experience of colour is.
It's better there is a dialogue between brain and body. So that we can take what we read to the world and bring the world back with us when we read. It's the beginning of critical thinking. Of seeing what is not visible to the naked eye when we experience the world. The nets of culture and belief that both connect and divide us.
So instead of saying that we are 'doing colours', I'd rather say that we are just living, keeping mindful and thoughtful about the colour all around us. But that always makes me sound bit... suspicious. So we are doing colours right now. And we know, for sure, that blue and red makes purple.
9.14.2010
Dustless chalk painting
In anticipation of the coming snow, I've started to put away some of our outdoor summer activities. Coming across the obligatory bucket-o-chalk and looking at their sad, tired condition from an entire summer's worth of duty, I debated whether I should bother to store them or just toss them. While considering either option, I started to get a bit sentimental about all the temporary art for both the children and I they have facilitated. Certainly they can still be used in some capacity? I began looking for a way to neatly incorporate our chalk with our indoor art projects.
While leaving through A Handbook of Arts and Crafts by Wankelman and Wigg I came across a method to make a residue free chalk. (I adore this book, being filled with techniques rather than projects. I've borrowed it three separate times from the library, it may be necessary to look for a second hand copy from our local college book store.) Check it out:
Dustless Chalk Painting
Select your chalk and place in a shallow container.
Scoop 6 to 8 Tbsps of sugar in a glass.
Add water and dissolve sugar.
Pour sugar water into shallow container with chalk.
Soak chalk for 15 minutes.
Gather up artists and paper. The best paper to use is a heavier weight with a bit of texture. A rough all purpose or watercolour paper works well.
Let 'er rip.
The chalk can be used still soaking from the container or allowed to dry to damp. The chalk goes on sort of like a hard oil pastel.
Warning: the sugar does make this activity quite sticky. My kids are particular about messy hands and had to stop to rinse them off periodically.
The finished pictures turned quite pale, consistent with the original colour of the chalk. For bolder hued drawings, a brilliantly coloured chalk will be necessary.
An interesting effect of using the chalk still soaping wet from the sugar water is the sugar residue left on the painting. Smootch was quite pleased with her shimmery flower.
Chalk dried to merely damp was more textured and painted like.
And no chalk dust on the finished pieces! Good stuff :)
9.11.2010
laid back friday
The oddest thing happened yesterday.
We had nothing planned. No obligations. No agenda. Nothing to do.
So, we did lots.
How amazing is it to have some time to follow our passing inspirations. To finally get at that so simple yet so hard to find time for project.
To be able to take the time to follow through, finish up, and move on naturally without an eye on the clock.
How magical it is to be able to observe my children in the backyard close up, without having a screen between us while I make supper and get done the fifty thousand things to do that day.
How blessed I am that they still want me in their world, close up, nose to nose. They want me right there with them, watching, cheering and commiserating. I know sometime in the future they will still need me, but our closeness will become more complicated, with growing areas of their lives I will not longer be welcome to observe closely. For now, often, it is enough to bask in their naked desire to connect with me.
Yesterday I did not get anything done on my list. But, I didn't add anything either. A good enough reason for a celebration.
(Swordplay thanks to the brilliant Lindsey Boardman of Filth Wizardry.)
We had nothing planned. No obligations. No agenda. Nothing to do.
So, we did lots.
How amazing is it to have some time to follow our passing inspirations. To finally get at that so simple yet so hard to find time for project.
To be able to take the time to follow through, finish up, and move on naturally without an eye on the clock.
How magical it is to be able to observe my children in the backyard close up, without having a screen between us while I make supper and get done the fifty thousand things to do that day.
How blessed I am that they still want me in their world, close up, nose to nose. They want me right there with them, watching, cheering and commiserating. I know sometime in the future they will still need me, but our closeness will become more complicated, with growing areas of their lives I will not longer be welcome to observe closely. For now, often, it is enough to bask in their naked desire to connect with me.
Yesterday I did not get anything done on my list. But, I didn't add anything either. A good enough reason for a celebration.
(Swordplay thanks to the brilliant Lindsey Boardman of Filth Wizardry.)
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