The Fabricated Goddess

Open Letter....

Dear Universe,

Thank you for making it abundantly clear this morning that despite late night revelations, my progress as a human on this planet is stunted.  I'm working on it okay?  Clearly, I have baggage.  I'm fully willing to own it.  I'm working on getting rid of it but you aren't helping.  So please, please, for the love of everything near and dear to my heart, let me off the hook for some stuff.  I've grown up a lot.  I promise.  And I can't carry my foibles in their entirety anymore.  They are too heavy.  And I don't want them.  And what's more?  I'm not that person anymore.  I haven't been for a long time.  Too bad you haven't noticed.

Regardless, this is my notice to you, so pay attention, this is important.

I'M MOVING ON.

Got it?  

Good.

Sincerely,

FG (or if you prefer: MDH, Solace or Mike - take your pick)

Traditions...

Things I like to get in my stocking, in no particular order:

• new tooth brush
• a magazing - preferably something fashion-wise that I would never usually buy
• nail polish 
• lip balm
• body wash and/or lotion
• underwear and/or socks
• emery boards
• razor
• hand cream
• kinder surprise
• (and/or) lindt chocolates
• new pens (gel ink)
• a jar of olives (what, it's a tradition from childhood and yes I realize that's odd)

Things I do not like to get in my stocking, in no particular order:

• thong underwear (because that is clearly for someone else's enjoyment)
• bikini wax kit
• facial hair bleach
• anything that could be categorized as an 'ointment' for an 'ailment' 
• crossword puzzle book
• ball point pens

Your turn!

High Praise....

Face painting today for Christmas Light Up.  

Many many kids patiently waited for me to paint puppies and butterflies and snowmen on their expectant faces. Some chattered happily.  Some cringed at the tickley paint brush on their sweet cheeks.  Many said 'please'. Many said 'thank you'.  Some wondered 'is it MY turn NOW?'.  Some got so impatient that they tried to cut in line.  

But one just simply said 'wow'.

And it really doesn't get any better than that.

Long Lost Friends....

Dear Sun, Please come back. I am pale and weak without you. I need you to shine every morning and wake me up. I need you to set every evening - did you hear that? not 4.45pm, not 3.30pm - really anytime after 6 and I'm good. My internal clock is getting all wonky. The other day I napped for half an hour at 7pm. THIS IS NOT NORMAL! And I'm getting cranky being cold all the darn time. 

Just come back, already.

Okay? We're good, right?

See you soon,

FG

Annnnd, One Step Back....

Sorry gang, no real post tonight.  Difficult evening with the big E.  All sorted now.  Par for the course.  

Tomorrow we are back to our regularly schedule....oh who am I kidding, there's no schedule.

See you then.

My Interview!

I had the absolute privilege of being interviewed by the lovely and astoundingly dedicated JP/Deb over at Jane Poet.  People, she read through an enormous amount of my archives and came up with some excellent questions.  Things like, Did Finn become a serial flasher? and When did I start saying 'oy vey'?   I can't even begin to tell you how much I laughed rereading the posts she referenced.  It was a great walk down memory lane.  

In fact, I recommend you head on over to Jane's blog and read my interview right now.  And while you are there, drop a comment and show Jane some love.  She's earned it, afterall.  

A Visit....

Yesterday I had a lovely visit with the Susanne, winner of the purse!  We had such a great, if too quick, visit and a fab cup of coffee.  

 

:: The sun was streaming through her front window. ::

:: Her children delighted and entertained. :: 

And although she got a new purse, I'm pretty sure I was the lucky one.  

Okay, Seriously...

I swear, last pair of sexy shoes and I'll move on.

I like to sum these up with one word: lingerie.   Because, number one, they are seriously the most.uncomfortable.shoes.ever.  Good only for provocative lounging.  Can not be worn anywhere, ever.  I can't really walk in them, and people, as my good friend Shram will attest, I can walk in ANY heels.  So it's saying a lot bad about them that I can't wear them.  

Oh and number two.  Well, do I REALLY have to explain the second reason I call these lingerie?  

Yeah.  I didn't think so.

Things I'm Loving Right Now.....

1. mashed potatoes

2. sweaters

3. real wood fires

4. red lipstick (still) (and not because of Mad Men) (I've always loved it) (my current favourite colour is Revlon's Mulled Wine)

5. my hot water bottle

6. martinis (gin not vodka) (stirred or shaken) (olive or lemon twist) (okay that one is totally because of Mad Men)

7. my Hamlet rehearsals

8. blogging again

9. eggs for breakfast

10. using this every day

Collecting...

So, um, right. I have a couple of obsessive collections going on around here.  One being vintage kitchen stuff and the other being shoes.  I have a lot of both.  Embarrassing amounts actually.  I can pass up a lot of things, vice wise, but it almost physically pains me to walk away from a great find.  And I can't even tell you what qualifies as a good find.  Just sometimes, a pair of shoes or an old casserole dish resonates with something deep in side me. 

I have issues, people, clearly.  Of this much I am aware.

So in lieu of therapy, I thought I'd share some of my favourites with you here.  It may be a recurring theme, since, well the collections are rather large.  

 

I have two of these Johnson Bros 'Daisies Won't Tell' platters hanging in my kitchen.  I love the simplicity of the colour scheme and the clean shape of them.  I love that the pattern is called 'Daisies Won't Tell'.  I mean come on, how fabulous is that?  And of course, the mark of any truly treasured piece in my collection - this pair has grown on me.  I love them more now than I did when I first got them.

And these are just fun.  Totally kill my feet to wear for anything but lounging at a cocktail party, which, granted, never happens, but worth it.  Orange leopard print open toed sling backs by Go Fresh.  Love.