My Latest Project, and so much more….

I knit.  I sew.  I bake.  I cook.  I clean.  I walk to get my exhausted husband a Diet Coke when it is minus a million degrees outside.  You can just mail me my Wife Of The Year Award 😉

I love crafting and doing little projects.  There is something really satisfying about finishing a project, and that feeling is what feeds my mini-addiction.  I am working on a yellow scarf for my Artist, just a simple knit stitch.  He wants it super long, so it is taking me awhile.  But in the meantime, I wanted to switch things up.  I made this super soft and fluffy scarf in just one short sitting, with no tools- just my arms and hands!  I don’t know what to call it, maybe “arm-knitting”?  And I made it pretty long so I can wear it many ways.

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I just tucked the ends in my coat a little for an infinity scarf look. I didn’t want to attach the ends so that I can wear it both ways, also like in the pictures below.

 

 

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I am looking forward to making more of these!  They come together so quickly and easily, and if you buy yarn that is a good deal, it costs very little and are so comfy and warm to wear.  Next up?  Crochet.  I want to get a crochet hook and learn how.

I am the type of person with many interests.  I really love music, and art, and of course, crafting.  I like geography, and film, and dance, not to mention the theatre, and literature.  I enjoy learning a new language, travelling, culture, and history.  And while I am engaging in any of my interests, I am enthralled and fascinated by it.  But how can I not be?  People, and culture, and those with amazing abilities and talents are captivating and enchanting.  Life is full of so many beautiful wonders, I want to experience as many of them as I can.  So how does knitting relate?  Well, I just made a scarf with nothing but my hands, in very little time and for really cheap.  And that, is something I find fascinating.  I find that knitting and sewing and crafting in general is a lost art of sorts.  How many people do you know who can do one of these?  Two of these?  More?  I know my list is pretty short.  We humans often get caught up in technology and work and the hustle and bustle of the exhausting ways that is adult life.  I know that I have to really make a conscious effort to turn off the TV sometimes, or close the computer, and pick up a book, go outside, or start a new project.  Over time, it gets easier and easier to do so, or so I have found, as our imaginations love to work hard.  I am proud to say I do not have a cell phone and neither does the Artist.  We have in the past, and probably will in the future, but for right now it doesn’t make sense for us economically.  We also don’t have cable or any sort of TV provider, Netflix or other internet streaming subscription, no iPads or tablets, and no music playing devices like iPods or whatever the newest trend is.  We have an old cube, non-flatscreen TV, a radio, a working record player that we use often, and in addition to a regular DVD player (nothing fancy like Blu-ray), we have 2 working VCRs and a large collection of VHS tapes.  And I love it.  Our TV is starting to flicker a bit, and sometimes the top inch or two isn’t visible, but it is still working. The Artist and I were talking about getting a new one.  I told him that my TV needs include: not gigantic, not necessarily flatscreen, not mounted on a wall and not up high- at sitting eye level, not that better-then-real-life quality, and not worth more then our car.  Because really, why?  We have a flat screen that we got given to us, and a line of pixels went out after only a short time, yet the cube TV has been around and working since my childhood.  And to be honest, I prefer our older one for reasons unbeknownst to me.  It is just my taste I suppose.  And the best part?  The Artist agrees with me on the new TV buying guidelines.  And when I became a little sad that we might not find something quite like what we have now that works any better, he didn’t tell me I was crazy, to get with the times, to be more modern, or to just simply get over it- he told me that he appreciates the romanticism I associate with it.  Because of all people, my Artist can relate to the romanticism and poetry of life.  This quality in him has enriched my life so much, and has given me a perspective of the world, and of our lives together, that makes me so insanely, ridiculously, indescribably happy, right to my bones ❤

 

 

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Donuts, Poutine, Truffles, and a Homemade Scarf.

My cheat treat this week was poutine, something I had on my mind and it was long overdue for achieving satisfaction.  I did it at home, because St. Louis has no clue what poutine even is.  I couldn’t find any cheese curds, so I just used mozzarella.  For make-shift poutine at home- I did pretty darn good.  It was really yummy, and the Artist even liked it too.

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The next morning we planned on grabbing donuts at World’s Fair Donuts-ok, so I had 2 cheat treats lol-on our way to the free admission of the Botanical Gardens.  We are cursed for this.  We have to get there before noon to get the free admission on Saturdays, and something always happens.  Sometimes there is traffic or an accident and we are stuck, etc. but this time, we got lost.  The road we were supposed to take was not a through road, therefore we couldn’t turn where we were supposed to.  Obviously, we got lost and drove around for like 2 hours.  We got there just after noon, and they wouldn’t let us in unless we paid.  So we got donuts afterwards and went grocery shopping instead.  World’s Fair Donuts are amazing, and so cheap.  A buttermilk cake donut is just 56 cents.  And boy are they ever tasty.

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There are no words to describe this.  You must try it to fully grasp what I am trying to tell you.  I could eat an endless amount of these and never get sick of them.  So good.

Hopefully next time we make it to the gardens on time.  I want to go again now that it is fall because of all the beautiful fall colours and nice weather.  And by nice, I do not mean scorching hot.  And by nice, I do not mean lung burning cold.  By nice, I mean a light jacket or sweater is all that is needed because the breeze is fresh and the sun is out- and we are far enough away from it now in November that it doesn’t feel scorching.

This nice weather makes me actually want to spend time in the kitchen, and not have to slave over a hot stove and oven sweating like a maniac- like during the summer.  So I made some healthy treats that taste amazing.  These little truffle bites are made with chick peas.  The Artist says they taste “healthy” but I think they taste the same as my non-healthy ones.  I posted about the non-healthy version previously….chocolate-peanut butter-pretzel truffles (or balls, or whatever you want to call them).  These ones consist of chick peas, organic natural unsalted peanut butter, a few pieces of chopped dates, and pretzels, blended together in the food processor.  It is sort of crumbly, but you can form balls in your hands and I rolled a few in dark chocolate, a few I left as-is, and a few I rolled in crushed peanuts.  I keep them in the freezer and eat them frozen- for some reason I like to eat frozen things.  Cheesecake, brownies, chocolate bars, fruit chunks, cookies, etc. etc.  I think it started with my impatience for not wanting to wait for them to unthaw, and now I prefer them frozen.

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On another note, I recently finished up another knitting project.  I have been doing this one forever- like over a year haha.  Like I said in my last post, I don’t get addicted to projects with smaller needles and yarn- and this one is both.  I made a scarf, with alternating knitting stitch stripes and stockinette stitch stripes.  It is attached at the ends, so you put your head through the whole, versus wrapping it around.

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The Artist is so sweet, today he made the bed for me.  And the other day he “forced” me to buy a $1 pair of Christmas socks, because he knows how much I love festive items, especially socks.  And this pair, for some reason, are my absolute most favourite, and he could tell instantly that they were perfect.  He also talked with me about future plans, where to live after he is done school, goals, career moves, etc. and we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning having an amazing heart-to-heart laying in bed in the dark.  Snuggling of course.  It was a really great talk.  He knows me inside and out, and there is nothing we wouldn’t do for my happiness.  And I for him.  This morning I made hime his coffee before I left, and placed a little love note on top of the coffee make so he would see it right away.  He says when he makes coffee, and when he does, it tastes like swill.  Swill, or hot brown water.  But the funny thing is, I don’t even drink coffee.  We came to the conclusion that when something is made for you by someone else with love, it makes a difference in the taste ❤  The other day he made me smile, and warmed my heart to the core.  He is so funny, and I love discovering his antics after the fact.  I come in and sit down on the couch beside him, and told him that his shirt is on inside out.  He hadn’t realized this and had been walking around all day like that.  “Thankfully”, he said, he “didn’t go out in public”.  My heart=warmed instantly.  He was more then likely focused on his painting and other works that he didn’t realize.  He sees the world in a way that no one else does- every shadow, shape, and colour is interesting.  Flaws are not undesired, but rather, beautiful and tell a story.  From his perspective, noticing his shirt on backwards, or being bothered to switch it, wasn’t important.  The world has too much else to offer.

Sometimes, we don’t need to “do” or “say” something, all we need to do is embrace one another.  These extended hugs communicate everything between us when words don’t have the right, or enough, meaning.

Take a moment out of the day and hug your wife, husband, partner, or significant other, and pause for a moment.  Embrace with your heart.  Draw a gentle circles on his/her back with your hand, or cradle their face.  Tell your partner how much you love them, how you feel.  Give gentle, tender kisses.  Maybe whisper words in their ear so it tickles a little, maybe even causes some giggling.  Touch your noses together, in an eskimo kiss.  Take a moment from the hectic, crazy, wild adventures of the day to really be 110% present with your partner during this embrace.  You may not even need words, because your hearts will say everything.  I can’t think of a better way to recharge.  Life is precious, and the little moments can really make a difference in helping to enjoy every moment of it, and treasure it.  You will be surprised how intimate this can be, and how it can really help connect you when your brain is running a mile a minute.

Happiness is contagious.

Latest Knitting Project

When I was in high school, I learned how to knit.  I didn’t really do it much, just sort of learned how, and that was that.  When we were living in Toronto, I picked it up again.  But, this time, I did it more often.  I still knit, but it comes in phases.  I will go through a phase where I knit a lot- while watching TV, in bed, etc. and phases where I am busier and don’t make too much progress.  I was trying on winter headbands in Target, and seeing how goofy I looked.  But in the Artist’s words, I looked “good-goofy”.  But to stay on our tight budget, I decided to use the yarn I already had at home to try and make one.  I don’t have any knitting in the round needles, so I had to knit normally and attach the ends.  I chose the stockinette stitch, which is K1-P1 and repeat.  It is not totally free of mistakes, but the Artist’s says that is better, because it is wabi-sabi- the beauty in flaws and imperfections.  I always loved the “shabby-chic” style, and old furniture, and vintage things.  Always.  The best I could articulate it was that I liked things that had a story.  But, as I said in my last post, the Artist is amazing with words, in all aspects you could possibly think of.  His art involves a lot of the concepts of wabi-sabi, and when he first told me about it, it clicked- that is the perspective I take on things.  That is why I love the old, the worn, and the vintage.  I see the beauty in it, where it’s previous owner may not have.  Just one of the many ways, my life has been so enriched by the wisdom, talents, and artworks of my Artist.

Here is my headband 🙂

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I am pleased with my creation.  I think I might make more.  The key is to find good deals on yarn, so you pay significantly less then if buy it in the store.

I l ove knitting with “big” yarn and large needles.  Not for aesthetic appeal, I mean, it looks good and everything, but I use these for visceral reasons.  When I am knitting with big yarn and large needles, it is addicting.  Sometimes I can’t stop.  It just feels good, and satisfying.  Smaller yarn and needles are fine, and I have used them, but I don’t get addicted to my project and it takes forever to complete.

Some nice things the Artist has done for me: picked up all the movies that were being held for me at the library, because he knew I was anxious to watch some of them, made homemade wings and homemade pizza recently because he knows I love his cooking, and talked with me and supported me and calmed me when I got a little overwhelmed about the million dollar question I keep getting asked, “what are you guys going to do after he graduates?”.  I started looking into options, and quickly got overwhelmed.  But, he repeated our mantra.  One person says, “but, no matter what….” and the other person who is upset about whatever, say, “….we always have each other”.  Because really, no matter what happens, we will have each other and that is the most important thing.  We will figure it al out at some point.

Some nice things I have done for the Artist: made him the General Tso’s chicken he had been craving, printed several copies of his assignment because I knew he was running late and feeling rushed, and I agreed to watch a movie of his choice- because the “Artist-movies” as I like to call them, are usually strange, hard to follow, or really absurd and hard to watch, haha.  But I know he is craving something like that, some guilty pleasure time because he has been working so hard.

Doing nice things for each other, makes all the difference in life.  Every day, we are showing each other that we care and are thinking of the other.  That sparks a continuous circle of giving, thoughtfulness, and support.

Happiness, really is, contagious.

Movies, Food, and Love

The Artist and I had 4 glorious nights in a row of evening movie dates and good food at home.  He is really busy for about half the week with class and stuff, and then the weekends are filled with painting and doing other related things, and we also do our errands and shopping, and fitting in something fun together.  Evening 1 consisted of Halloween and Halloween II with candy, chips, and chocolate.  Evening 2 consisted of National Treasure and homemade chicken wings with raw veggies.  Evening 3 consisted of National Treasure 2 and homemade thin crust pizza and a side salad.  And evening 4, consisted of baked chicken and orzo with mediterranean inspired flavours, and a side salad, while watching The Office, an episode we were craving to see.  We snuggled under a big comforter on the couch and only had our side table lamp on- which gives the best soft lighting.  Perfect for together time.

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Homemade dough by the Artist, homemade sauce by me, low fat mozzarella, and oregano sprinkled on top. To keep it healthy, I have a protein shake on the side and some veggies.

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Look at those nice arms 😉

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Homemade dough by the Artist, homemade sauce by my, low fat mozzarella, grilled red peppers, slices of baked chicken breast, basil pesto dollops, and a bit of tiny diced tomatoes. Having a shake and veggies to keep it balanced! Also, we make 1 batch of dough, and the Artist cuts it in half to make these 2 pizzas, each the size of a baking sheet. It is super thin, and hard to stretch, but it works. We liked the thin and crispy crust for these dishes, and it keeps the carbs lower.

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Homemade chicken wings with a slightly spicy buffalo sauce. The main ingredient in the sauce be Frank’s hot sauce. Not breaded and baked keeps them healthier them if you went to a restaurant, and cooking them so they are nice and crispy and falling off the bone is delicious!

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My currant favourite side salad; arugula and maybe some romaine, mixed veggies, fresh lemon juice, and a bit of an olive oil-herb-vinegar dressing.

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Mediterranean style chicken with orzo.

The Artist and I were in the kitchen together making these meals, which is one of my favourite things to do together.  Seriously.  Cooking together brings out really great quality time together, great conversation, jokes, giggling; the works.  And the Artist is such an amazing cook, and we both love eating delicious food, see how it is just perfect?  We also have great heart-to-hearts when dining in at a fast food place like McDonald’s, and end up sitting there talking for an hour.  Or right before we go to sleep, while laying bed, or while we are getting ready to go somewhere.  The Artist has a really absurd sense of humour, as do I, and a lot of people don’t always get his jokes or antics.

The Artist: (after saying something crazy about having chicken bits all over his hands) See, you get my jokes.

Me: Not only do I get them…

The Artist: (excitedly interrupting) Not only do you get them, you do them too!

Me: (smiling) I know, I love it.  Not only do I get your jokes, I love them.  I yearn for them.  If we haven’t seen or talked to one another all day, especially since we don’t have cell phones, I find myself craving some Artist-style jokes, humour, gestures, and general silliness.

We get one another.  Like crazy.  I have never felt so understood by someone else before.  And it was the Artist who helped me find the words for that, he is amazing with words.  He told me that he has never be able to be himself so much until he met me, that I allow him to be him.  That we bring out the most potential in one another.  And that I bring out the best version of himself.  I had been feeling this way, but couldn’t put it into words.  He nailed it.  As always.  He is so good with words, in every sense.  He is poetic in every aspect of his life.  He can articulate things like you wouldn’t believe.  His vocabulary will blown your mind.  He loves to read poetry and finds it amusing- seeing the humour in words.  He then uses that an ammunition for his own word humour, fuelling his crazy sense of humour.  I use word humour as well, the Artist brings it out in me.  And sometimes I let little things slip when I am out or talking with someone else, forgetting that is the incorrect way of saying something and that it is not just me and the Artist being goofy at home.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I love life.

Happiness is contagious.

 

Love.

One of my oldest, long time friends Adam posted this on Facebook recently:

“I live in my parents basement. I am a nerd. I play way too many video games, read too many books at the same time, and know way too many movies off by heart. My friends in high school always used to say “you’ll never get laid when all you talk about is games.” I would always say the same thing back: “Why would I want to sleep with a girl who doesn’t like games?” It may sound silly but in essence, I meant that I wouldn’t get serious with a girl I have nothing in common with just to “get laid.” I’m not the guy with a mile long list of ‘kills’ or ‘wins’ and I see that as a good thing.

About a year ago I met a girl who, with her 2 year old daughter, lives in her parents basement, plays too many video games, reads way too many books, and has a movie collection to rival my own. Together we spend as much time together as we can, doing the things we love together, from playing games together or just reading in silence beside one another. They say no matter who you are, there is someone out there for you. I have been lucky enough to meet her.

Best part? I get to be me, in my favourite place in the world; with my two girls.”—

It touched me, because I can relate to this- big time.  Adam, I hope we will reunite one day, like how we ran into each other randomly at Georgian College, when I didn’t even go to that campus.  And we will reminisce about spending so many high school lunch hours talking about movies, and laughing at the funniest parts.

Here is my version of this….

I am a dork.  I love reading, movies, listening to classic rock on vinyl, and laughing.

Boy do I love to laugh.  Lots of people would look at me like I am crazy, being the only one laughing at something funny while watching a movie.  I would be laughing so hard there were tears flowing from eyes, and sometimes we were in a theatre.  But no one noticed the weird facial expression, or subtle line, let alone think it was funny.  If we were at home and I could rewind it, they saw it, and didn’t think it was funny at all, but did however, think I was insane for laughing so hard.

I love reading, and learning, and value the education I have.  I can write an essay at super human speed, and get a near perfect grade on it.  I can write a test and ace it, without having studied as hard as my classmates, having skipped a class, or not even buying the textbook let alone reading it.  I always joke that I am like The Matrix, I can just type a code and boom- I know all the materials.  I love what I have studied, and hope to do it again one day.

I watch movies like crazy, recite lines, and do bad impressions.  I find Nicolas Cage absolutely hilarious.

Why was Rock95 always on in my car- my high school friends wondered.  Because I don’t like country.  Haha, that’s right folks from back home, I don’t like it, and never have really.  I like the Rolling Stones, Billy Joel, Elton John, etc. and even have vinyl records of them.

I love my family.  We are super close.  We live far away and I miss them a lot.

I am a very passionate person.  I am sensitive, and loving.

I was always the strange one, or at least I always felt like it.  Getting comments on my “non-matching” outfit, because I loved plaid, weird colours, and vintage styles.  I had old taste in music.  I liked movies no one else liked.  I wasn’t in teenager-avoid-your-parents mode, I thought my parents were cool and enjoyed spending time together with them.  I love grocery shopping with my mom, even still today.

I never had dates or guys who were interested in me- ever.  My first boyfriend and guy who was even interested in me wasn’t until I was 17, and finishing high school.

But about 4 years ago I met the Artist.  He not only loved to laugh at the things most people overlooked, but he loved to make others laugh.  He does hilarious impressions, and finds Nicolas Cage just as funny as I do.  He listens to the same music, and enjoys the sound of vinyl.  He even bought me a record player for our 2nd wedding Anniversary!  He loves movies, and introduced me to even more hilarious titles.  We have the same, weird sense of humour.  He loves to read and learn even more then I do, and is so smart and intelligent, it blows my mind.  He loves weird styles, and vintage, and gets comments on his plaid shorts and striped shirt (which I think looks amazing!).  He loves his family, and now loves mine just as much as I do.  And grocery shopping with my mom- is now a trio, and full of even more laughing and giggling.  He too is a passionate person.  He is very sweet and sensitive.  He was attracted to the qualities of me that normally got commented about or that I felt different and a little insecure for.

So there is definitely someone out there for each person, no matter who you are.  I have found my someone, and am happily married to that someone.  I feel so lucky and fortunate.

My life has been so enriched, in so many ways.

Best part?  I have never been myself to such a high degree.  Being with the Artist has allowed me to be me, to the full extent possible.  And even being aware of this is all thanks to the Artist, because, he was telling me how I allow him to be him, to the full extent possible.  And I was like, hey- I feel the same way.

I love my Artist.

Happiness is contagious.

Then:

This photo was taken before the Artist and I were even dating.  It was shortly after we became roommates and instantly best friends.

This photo was taken before the Artist and I were even dating. It was shortly after we became roommates and instantly best friends.

Now:

us

Workout, Arena Fries, and Gratitude

I went to kickboxing for the first time since the spring.  The drop-in group classes I go to don’t run from mid-May until September. They are on the campus of the Artist’s school, so no one is around to make it worth running the classes I guess.  Wow.  It was intense.  But in a good way (not like that other class I posted about, haha).  Normally, if I was doing weights, I would do it right before this class.  I like to do weights with the Artist, it is just a fun thing to do together- and of course I like seeing him flex his muscles 😉  Occasionally, our schedules don’t match exactly, so I just do the weights after.

Big mistake.

I came home from kickboxing expecting to leave immediately for the gym.  The Artist wasn’t home yet, and it was a little over an hour before he came home and we left.  As you can imagine, waiting that long after intense kickboxing, was not a good idea.  I crashed.  If I used the momentum and went right away I would have been ok, but I didn’t, and was just exhausting.  I thought, “I will just take it easy”.  Ha!  Even taking it easy made me feel like I could throw up.  I have never felt so close to throwing up from exercise….ever.  Actually, I very rarely feel even a hint of it.

So we lace up our shoes and head out.  On the way there, I was thinking about parking…during weekdays meters are free after 6pm, and it was 6:30pm.  However, there are limited spaces for that.  Other parking is for permits only.  We do not have a permit.

Me: Maybe all the meter spaces will be full, and we won’t be able to park, and just have to go home.

Artist: I hope that happens.

*We pull into the campus.

Artist: The spaces must be full, look at this, it is like a zoo in here.

Me: I don’t know, maybe they will all be open, with our luck.

Artist: They can’t be, I hope they’re not.

Me: (laughing)

Sure enough, there were 2 spaces open.  We park, and go in.  First stop- bench press.  By the way, the gym is packed, hot, sticky, and loud at this hour.  Ugh.

Me: (after 1 set) Soooo….home?

Artist: (laughing) Why are we here again?

Me: (laughing) I’m only half serious.

Artist: Lets just go home, and hit the drive-thru on the way.

Me: (laughing)

Artist: I will do one more set, but I may not be able to do 12 reps.

Me: Want me to spot you a little so you can do the full 12?

Artist: No, it’s not worth it.  I just want to do this so I can go home and stuff my face.

Me: (laughing embarrassingly hard, people are staring)

We continue, and move through each exercise.  When we get home we have a protein shake, a shower, some dinner, and watch Arrested Development.

I am deliriously exhausted, so Buster is extra funny.

On the way home from the gym, the Artist was talking about how much he wants arena fries.  For all of you from Creemore and the area, you know exactly what I am talking about.  Fries from the Creemore arena are the best arena fries.  Yes, other arenas have the crispy coated ones which are amazing, but all in all, I have always thought Creemore had the best fries.  The Artist refers to arena fries as fries in the little box with the little wooden fork, with lots of ketchup from the big pump dispenser, and vinegar.  I do not like ketchup, so for me, arena fries are with salt and vinegar, and of course the little box and wooden fork….or the skinny plastic red ones.  There is also poutine.  Creemore arena poutine is one of the best poutines.  I love real cheese curds, but mozzarella is good too.  What I am most picky about is that the gravy is “fake beef gravy”.  Which means from a can or a powder, and not chicken gravy either.  And of course, eaten with the little wooden fork.  Now that I think of it, the Creemore arena has the best canteen ever.  The best chicken fingers, fries, poutine, everything, are there.  I always remember my parents working in there on Saturday mornings when I was skating, and making me a grilled cheese sandwich for breakfast- and paying for it 😉  And making it just the way I like it- white loaf of bread, plain butter, and 2 slices of Kraft singles.  This is very specific, because I try to healthify it and choose cheaper items, such as garlic butter, whole wheat bread, “real” cheese or a blend of cheeses, etc.  These options are all yummy, but sometimes, the mood just calls for the original.

So to any of my Creemore readers, if you have photos of “Creemore Arena Food”, I would love to have them to add to this post 🙂

Now onto nice things we have done for eachother……I am making us dinner tonight, and helped the Artist get all of his errands done today (he hates doing paperwork stuff, making calls, etc…..but really, who actually likes it?).  I went with him, helped him, and rubbed his back afterwards.  The Artist told me how much he loves going through our photos because it makes him happy looking back on our lives, and how much fun we have together.  We truly have had a great life together so far.  When I told him I would make dinner for when he gets home, he said he never expects a dinner to be ready, so don’t worry if I don’t get to it, because I have my own things to do.  And how he always appreciates me.  When I am able, I do as much as I can in terms of cooking, cleaning, etc. especially when the Artist is super busy or has late classes. The fact that I never feel expected to do any of this, and always get showered with gratitude and affection afterwards, makes me not mind it all.  And when I am super busy, in school, working or whatever, the Artist does the cooking and stuff.

So men, the secret to women is not to expect them to cook and clean, especially if they are home all day, because when they feel expected to do these things, it is a whole new ball game.  This is how resentment is born.  And it doesn’t matter whether or not you actually expect these things, if a woman feels expected to do certain things, then verbalize and show her that you don’t.  And being appreciative of dinner, clean clothes, etc. and verbalizing this to them, makes all the difference.  When the Artist takes 2 minutes to cuddle me from behind while I am cleaning up or doing dishes after dinner, whispers loving words and thank you’s in my ear, and we have a little 2 minute snuggle, it is so nice.  Even though I know he appreciates it, hearing it, and him showing me his thankfulness, makes a big difference.  I never feel like I am being taken for granted or expected to fulfil a certain role or duties.  And even though he has a long night ahead of him writing a big assignment due in the morning, taking those 2 minutes to hug me from behind while I am cleaning up and tickle me or kiss me or whatever and thank me, makes a huge difference.

So, ladies, what do you think on this?  I would love to hear comments 🙂

The little things in life.

Happiness is contagious ❤

Home Studio and Dining Room Swap

The Artist has been really busy making lots of art.  He is in this creative mood, that sometimes he forgets “normal” things.  But, who is to say what is normal?  For him, this is normal.  It is his normal.  Everyone has their own version.  I took a few photos as I saw some funny events around the house after the Artist left for campus.

Clearly, the best place to paint is the front entryway.

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Who needs a tool box when you have the bathroom sink?

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Gotta play the harmonica right before leaving the house and grabbing your keys- of course.

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The bookshelf serves as a better place for a coffee mug then the coffee table- obviously.

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What better place for a cup of water-colour muck?

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Our dining room used to be this room:

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No wonder he has rock hard quads….

 

Until the Artist decided the room he had for a “home studio” was too small and got too cold in the winter.  So we talked about switching the rooms.  I thought it was a great idea, because our table and chairs was so small it left the room empty and wasted space.  And the little “home studio” would be a great cozy dining room and we even put up a sheet, like so:

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Isn’t that so cozy looking?

 

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Candles and plants are a good touch.  It still needs some work.  I need to fashion something to put our record player on so we can listen to music in there.

 

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It is like a cozy little nook.  I love it.

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And even better because now the Artist has more space for art making.  We did this back at the beginning of summer, the Artist was cleaning out his old space and asked me what I thought about making this the dining room now that it was all empty.  I had been thinking about it anyways because I knew the Artist needed more painting space and our dining room looked kind of silly with such a small table in there.  It was a great decision 🙂

And now, the Artist is clearly booming with creativity.

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Look at it all.  I love seeing this sight.  And now, it seemed to have encouraged the Artist to be in this zone, his niche, much more frequently.  He never really leaves it, but this brings it out to the forefront.  I love seeing him sit in the middle of this and just explode with passion and talent, it warms my heart so much.  And I love seeing paintings all over the floor, sewing machine supplies and pieces of thread everywhere, coffee in strange places, tools spread all over the house, books everywhere you could possibly imagine, and drawings in every nook and cranny.

I love it.  Just love it.

I wouldn’t have it any other way ❤

I am having a hard time finding the words and the right way to describe why I love this so much, because I think a lot of women would find the scattered items frustrating.  I know my mother would, haha 😉  I would like to note, that he always cleans up after he is done with something, or contains it so I can vacuum or whatever 🙂  Perhaps, it is just him being him, and that’s why I love it?

Happiness is contagious.