Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
wednesday faves.
1. these ceramic raindrops by appeltaart make me want to sign up for pottery class.
(via jurianne matter)
2. scrabble placecards! brills.
3. gigglets.
4. presenting the world's cutest back of a wedding dress:
5. holy mother of all swear words. i love this. i know it's 18 minutes long but promise me that you'll watch 'til the very end?! you won't be disappointed.
(thanks so much for sharing, wens!)
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
casting the movie of my life.
i've been playing this game lately where i try to think of what celebrities would play my family and friends in the movie of my life, either because there's a bit of a resemblance or because they've sort of got the same energy/vibe going on. there is absolutely no point to this game except to keep me entertained when i'm bored.
in case you're wondering, here's who i've cast so far in the imaginary movie of my life.
my mom - susan sarandon
my step-dad - sam elliott
my dad - jeff bridges or alan rickman
my brother - justin vernon (of bon iver)
my best friend, dano - kristin davis
rob - hugh grant
lise - a young juliette binoche
jane - scarlett johansson
"lise" & "jane"
andy - joaquin phoenix
kristy - rachel mcadams
matt - tom cruise
"kristy" & "matt"
tasha c. - maggie gyllenhaal
lana - jessica simpson (only because no one else's hair is good enough)
shannahn - emily mortimer
audrey l. - audrey tautou
audrey PM - a young tilda swinton
my cousin, carly - cameron diaz
my cousin, cait - reese witherspoon
tanya - anne hathaway
i'm having a hard time picking who will play me. uma thurman is the only one who's got the right sort of look and who's also tall enough. she's a bit on the serious side though. maybe it's got to be more along the lines of someone like julie delpy or even drew barrymoore, kristen wiig or christina applegate.
tricky. not that it really matters but... what else am i going to think about while i do the dishes?
in case you're wondering, here's who i've cast so far in the imaginary movie of my life.
my mom - susan sarandon
my step-dad - sam elliott
susan as "my mom", my real mom & paps, sam as "my paps"
my dad - jeff bridges or alan rickman
my brother - justin vernon (of bon iver)
my best friend, dano - kristin davis
the real dano & my movie "dano"
rob - hugh grant
the real rob & hugh as "rob"
lise - a young juliette binoche
jane - scarlett johansson
"lise" & "jane"andy - joaquin phoenix
kristy - rachel mcadams
matt - tom cruise
"kristy" & "matt"tasha c. - maggie gyllenhaal
the real tasha & my movie "tasha"
lana - jessica simpson (only because no one else's hair is good enough)
shannahn - emily mortimer
audrey l. - audrey tautou
audrey PM - a young tilda swinton
"audrey" & "audrey"
my cousin, carly - cameron diaz
my cousin, cait - reese witherspoon
"carly" & "cait"
tanya - anne hathaway
the real tanya & my movie "tanya"
francine - sandra bullock
nadia - amy poehler or maya rudolph
félix - michael cera
i could go on like this forever but i won't.
nadia - amy poehler or maya rudolph
félix - michael cera
the real félix & my movie "félix"
i could go on like this forever but i won't.
i'm having a hard time picking who will play me. uma thurman is the only one who's got the right sort of look and who's also tall enough. she's a bit on the serious side though. maybe it's got to be more along the lines of someone like julie delpy or even drew barrymoore, kristen wiig or christina applegate.
tricky. not that it really matters but... what else am i going to think about while i do the dishes?
monday faves.
1. i want to turn my kitchen into an apothecary...
3. and a ladder into a clothes-hanger-drying thing:
4. this documentary was suspenseful and surprisingly touching.
5. i'm serisouly considering printing and framing this. how could you ever be sad when you look at this?
2. and a chandelier into a serving tray...
3. and a ladder into a clothes-hanger-drying thing:
4. this documentary was suspenseful and surprisingly touching.
5. i'm serisouly considering printing and framing this. how could you ever be sad when you look at this?
el camino.
some years ago, i worked in a jewellery store. it was after i worked in television, and before hairdressing, in a transition period, when i was contemplating opening my own jewellery store. in this shop, we also sold stones, not just the polished ones that are set in rings and pendants but geodes and big chunks of quartz, citrine, amethyst and the like. the kind of stones you might see at your reiki healer's, if you had a reiki healer.
the store and its stones, sometimes, attracted a pretty earthy/spiritual clientele. one of these clients was a soft-spoken, very gentle and lovely man. the kind of person you'd think was a buddhist monk but was actually a bus driver. also the kind of person who made you wonder how he managed to always stay so grounded, gentle, calm and kind. one day, he came in and we started to talk about books that changed our lives. i'm always interested, for obvious reasons, i guess, in knowing what books have changed people's lives. his was the camino by shirley maclaine.
i hadn't realized, at that point, that shirley maclaine even wrote books, let alone life-changing ones. and, for reasons that resemble something ridiculous like me thinking that i'm way cooler than shirley maclaine, i was having a hard time imagining that she could write anything that i would connect with. but, because you just never know where you'll find a crack that lets the light in, i bought myself a copy of the buddhist monk bus driver's life-changing book.
it would be an exaggertion to say that the camino completely changed my life. it didn't. i had just come out of a life-changing books period of my own, one where my whole insides had been shaken by the power of now and conversations with god. it would have been next to impossible to have shaken me any more than i'd already just been but the book certainly was well worth the read, and it sparked a serious interest in el camino de santiago.
and then, the next thing you know, years went by. as they sometimes do. and i thought about the camino less and less. i knew that i liked the book but i couldn't quite remember why anymore.
and then, all of a sudden, it's this past friday. and my boyfriend and i break up.
and then, it's this past saturday. and i work a half-day and immediately get in the car and drive 3 hours to the place where comfort and an abundance of love can always be found: my parents' house.
i like to listen to the radio on long drives. i make enough musical choices at home/work. it's nice to have a break from picking out something to listen to. on this post-break-up drive to my family haven however, in an annoying one-degree-of-separation way, every single song on the radio can be directly traced back to my boyfriend. "we belong", that mariah carey "always be my baby" song, even "love is a battlefield" for crying out loud. i'd all but had it with the radio when my "seek" button lands on the CBC's the next chapter with shelagh rogers. this week, by some very impressive alignment work from the universe, shelagh, bless her soul, dedicates the latter part of her show to the camino.
and then, for 25 straight minutes, as i listen to different authors talk about their own experiences on the camino de santiago, i do not once think about my break-up or of how much i'm going to miss him or have we made the right decision or how being an adult really sucks sometimes. instead, my mind thinks of spain. as it did when i first read about the camino, however many years ago. it thinks of what it would be like to walk, all day, every day, for a month. and of who might be the right person to go with on such an adventure. and of how i could swing not working for a month.
and that, my friends, brings us to now, and to how "walk the camino" finally finds its way to my non-existant-until-now list of things to do before i die. or maybe even before i turn 40. we'll see. i'll leave that last part up to the universe. it seems to have a way of knowing what's best.
next up on my must-read list: this.
the store and its stones, sometimes, attracted a pretty earthy/spiritual clientele. one of these clients was a soft-spoken, very gentle and lovely man. the kind of person you'd think was a buddhist monk but was actually a bus driver. also the kind of person who made you wonder how he managed to always stay so grounded, gentle, calm and kind. one day, he came in and we started to talk about books that changed our lives. i'm always interested, for obvious reasons, i guess, in knowing what books have changed people's lives. his was the camino by shirley maclaine.
it would be an exaggertion to say that the camino completely changed my life. it didn't. i had just come out of a life-changing books period of my own, one where my whole insides had been shaken by the power of now and conversations with god. it would have been next to impossible to have shaken me any more than i'd already just been but the book certainly was well worth the read, and it sparked a serious interest in el camino de santiago.
and then, the next thing you know, years went by. as they sometimes do. and i thought about the camino less and less. i knew that i liked the book but i couldn't quite remember why anymore.
and then, all of a sudden, it's this past friday. and my boyfriend and i break up.
and then, it's this past saturday. and i work a half-day and immediately get in the car and drive 3 hours to the place where comfort and an abundance of love can always be found: my parents' house.
i like to listen to the radio on long drives. i make enough musical choices at home/work. it's nice to have a break from picking out something to listen to. on this post-break-up drive to my family haven however, in an annoying one-degree-of-separation way, every single song on the radio can be directly traced back to my boyfriend. "we belong", that mariah carey "always be my baby" song, even "love is a battlefield" for crying out loud. i'd all but had it with the radio when my "seek" button lands on the CBC's the next chapter with shelagh rogers. this week, by some very impressive alignment work from the universe, shelagh, bless her soul, dedicates the latter part of her show to the camino.
and then, for 25 straight minutes, as i listen to different authors talk about their own experiences on the camino de santiago, i do not once think about my break-up or of how much i'm going to miss him or have we made the right decision or how being an adult really sucks sometimes. instead, my mind thinks of spain. as it did when i first read about the camino, however many years ago. it thinks of what it would be like to walk, all day, every day, for a month. and of who might be the right person to go with on such an adventure. and of how i could swing not working for a month.
and that, my friends, brings us to now, and to how "walk the camino" finally finds its way to my non-existant-until-now list of things to do before i die. or maybe even before i turn 40. we'll see. i'll leave that last part up to the universe. it seems to have a way of knowing what's best.
next up on my must-read list: this.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)