pay no attention.

tonight
i feel
sad
and quiet.

alone
and
unheard.

i don't even know
why
except
that maybe
i am not listening
to myself.

impending birthday
looming.

wondering
what have i done?
what will i do?
who have i become?
where do i go
from here,
where is
here?

i ponder
and pause
and wonder...
quiet questions
pulsing
in my head.

pay no attention,
i'm sure it will pass...
a moment,
a thing,
a phase--a cycle.

i'll wait it out
with words.

quiet friday.

a little while ago,
i was lucky enough to
get picked to receive
some cool fabric
from one of my favorite
bloggers.
it came in the mail
this week...
it was perfect timing,
because i really would like to try
making a lined bag
and i think that this would make a
fantastic color for a lining,
especially on a deep blue bag..
thanks, molly!
i loved it!
speaking of bags...
i finished knitting this one.
the pattern is from
stitch and bitch...
it is called zeeby's bag
it is not the exact same
and i made a few mess ups on it
(for one, i sewed the wrong side on the back)
but i don't think it is that noticeable,
unless you are looking for it.
i decided to go with
a pocket on the front as well
as the inside,
because when i stitched the pocket
on the inside,
i probably should not have gone
right through the bag,
cause then you could see the stitches.

live and learn.
that's what it is.

poetry thursday on time for once!

(heeheeheeheehee...this has been edited
to add that heh, today is only wednesday.
it took me an hour to realize that
TODAY IS NOT THURSDAY...
damn. i am still "not on time" but
i'm not changing it now...baha.)


i have not carried this poem
with me
on paper
but i have been carrying it
in my head
this week...
mulling over words,
pondering the choice of adjectives,
being fickle with my
use of commas.

it was written after a hot bath
while skin was still damp
and the scent of vanilla lotion
stayed elusively
in the air.

lemon lime
and powder pink
she holds a poetry reading
for one.

words inescapable...
irreplaceable
trickling down her neck
droplets of prose-
she pauses and reflects
as she poses for each phrase,
as she shuns
and selects
trying on a metaphor,
accepts or
rejects

giving in to the power of rhyme
she bows...
she genuflects
accepting her addiction to the
pursuit
of the elusive
line
seeking the rhythm, seeking the time.

saturday sunniness...

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eleven was an elf in her theatre camp play...she did a great job,
big voice, clear and concise...

the boys were so good during the play...
which made it that much more enjoyable for me
:)
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i am totally loving this show...have been watching
all of the previous episodes
in order to be caught up
for the season premiere on september 21
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i have finished this book...
and although it took me some time to get into it,
once i was in...i was in
interesting, sad, compelling, disturbing...
all that good stuff.
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started working on zeeby's bag
from stitch and bitch...
image found on primp blog...
i have one side done so far...
heh.


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and tonight,
i get to go to a bbq at one of my bestest friends house...
i have known her since grade one.

and at her house will be 2 girls we lived with during
university, one of whom i have not seen in about six
years!!!
woo-hoo
i'm so excited
:)

happy saturday!!!