I am a delicate, feminine flower.

Hokay, playing catch up. This is post 13/30 for my blogalongathingy.

I. I wish there were a better way to generate monthly income than Patreon. I love my patrons, but I don’t love the interface etc.
I’m pondering on this.

II. This was lunch today. I know how to love my belly, don’t I?

III. I took delivery on a 52 piece sketching set so I can get into my beginner’s drawing course and I am very stoked about it.

IV. This is what today has looked like so far.

Refreshing my purple! P.S. I’m not naked. I’m wearing a tube dress.

V. Also this.

Art Philosophy by Prima Metallic Accent Watercolors on black gesso because YUM.

VI. Lee is coming over for a late BSG sesh and I am looking forward to it. I will kick him out around 1 a.m. because I am already starting to feel month-end bearing down on me like a motherfucker.

VII. I have pear and elderflower flavoured Absolut vodka chilling because I am in the mood for a grown-up cocktail. I will add a dash of bitters and a splash of soda water and sip it elegantly like the delicate feminine purple-haired flower that I am.

I will do that while wearing pink and black leopard print pajamas because I ooze class!

VIII. Tomorrow, I’m having drinks with friends. Friday, I’m going to reserve for a micro-dosed viewing of Merlin: The Apprentice & Merlin: The Return. This mini-series featuring Sam O’Neill is *charming* and makes me happy. I might also bring my sketchbook to the divan so I can doodle and mark make while I watch.

IX. I have an early celebration of my birth on September 18th, since that’s the only day my friends can make it happen. There will be a hot tub and other shenanigans. I am very excite!

X. GET IN ON THE FREE TASTER FOR LIFE BOOK! I’m doing a Journal Jam + a palette play page and you do not want to miss it!

Click to see these images full-sized and also so you can boop Sybil (featured 2nd row, 1st photo and also in her expressionistic form in the  last two photos) on the nose.

I Think I’m Out Of The Woods

I. I skipped posting yesterday because I was eyeballs deep in finishing up a thing that was due for the Life Book 2022 Taster Sessions. It’s all done now and I can take today to breathe and recenter before diving into everything else that needs to be done between now and the end of September.

Y’all, I had so much fun creating this even though I was feeling the time crunch. The first spread was done during a Journal Jam demonstration. The second spread was done on the “palette page” that got created during the Jam. I am so pleased with both.

II. It was a fun Saturday night. Lee messaged at around 2 to ask “What are you doing tonight?” to which I replied “WATCHING BSG WITH YOU!”

He headed straight over with subs for us for dinner and though we were both full of the tireds and the yawns, we sat up ’till just after midnight watching the last few episodes in Season Two of Battlestar Gallactica. SO GOOD.

These dogs just absolutely love him. At one point he had all three of the furbabes *on his person*. Whenever he comes over, that’s it. I don’t exist anymore. It’s all about Lee.

III. I got up this morning and while I was making coffee, I somehow knocked a wine glass off the counter directly onto my foot. It broke as it landed and nicked me, so the day started out with broken glass, blood, and bandaids. Nooooooooooo! BEFORE COFFEE EVEN!

Oh well. It’s all cleaned up now. Onward.

IV. I have to clean my kitchen today, but other than that, I’m taking the day off to putter and parallel play with friends over Zoom. I’m hoping to have something to show for it so I can get one more post in for today. I also want to pop in on my bloggers and see what they’re up to at some point as well!

V. It’s muggy. I hate muggy.

VI. GG and I had coffee this morning and I’m happy to report that he’s doing really well. He finished training yesterday and starts in his official capacity today and he’s grateful and in good spirits, which means I’m also grateful and in good spirits.

VII. OH OH OH!!! I start pottery classes tomorrow. YES! I am so excited!!! It’s a four-week beginner’s workshop in throwing on the wheel, which has been on my bucket list since I was in junior high! I hope I don’t suck at it!

The studio I’m taking the classes in has COVID protocols in place, so I’m feeling safe-ish. If I like this four-week experience, I’ll sign up for the intermediate workshop and so on. This could lead to studio membership and a hobby that *isn’t work-related* and that thought just *thrills* me.

Wish me luck?! I’ll keep you posted.

VIII. I have political burnout. I watched the debates. I don’t trust anyone. I’m annoyed that an election was called – resentful about it. And I’m trying to muster up some fucks to give, but lo, my field of fucks is fallow.

Still. I’ll vote NDP because if you don’t vote, you can’t whine and I like whining.

IX. I still think about him every day. Maybe I always will. I dunno. But I’m not letting that stop me from doing everything I can to enjoy this one wild, precious life I’ve got. If I learned anything from him, it is that waiting around for the things you really want is no way to live. Spending your life wishing things were different is a crushing waste of time. If you want things to be different, make them different. Ovary up. Grab life by the balls. Do the things.

So I’m doing the things. It isn’t easy, but it feels healthy and I’m ready.

X. I didn’t know if I’d make it through this one. I really didn’t, but we’re a year out now and it appears I have found my way out of the woods. *Fingers crossed*. I’ll keep you posted.

Deflated vs. Empowered

I. I had a craving for KD (Gotta Be KD!) for lunch, so I had that and then immediately crawled into the blanket fort for a nap because CARB COMA. Does anyone else experience this? I slept so deeply that I had a wee case of sleep paralysis, which I find uber unsettling, but I shook it off, finally, got up, had a much later than usual for me cup of coffee, and here I am. Carbs *exhaust* me. I wonder what that’s about??

II. I thought it was Friday all morning so I did the usual Friday things (Journal52, a newsletter, etc) before realizing that it was actually Thursday. What the hell?

III. Finished up these two spreads today before the coma took me down:

I am so chuffed with both of them.

IV. I’m having some feelings about some classes I signed up for that claimed “NO DRAWING SKILLS REQUIRED”.

I was really excited about them, but then when I started to watch and the instructor was doing these beautiful initial sketches that *obviously require drawing skills*, I felt really disappointed.

These kinds of classes make me feel deflated AND ALSO they remind me that I want the people who take my classes to feel empowered. I want them to be amazed at what they’re capable of. I want them to feel really good about what they created.

Which was a really good reminder because every year around this time I start to struggle with comparey monsters about what I’m capable of producing vs. what other people are capable of producing and that’s just fucking nonsense.

I can teach a beginner. I can do it without leaving them feeling deflated. When I say “no drawing skills required” I really mean it. When I say “If I can do it, you can do it”, I proceed to prove it.

So, enough of the “not good enough” crap that this time of year tends to stir up in me, thank you very much.

V. The breeze coming in my window is absolutely autumnal and I am here for it.

VI. Headaches over the last few days, though. I think it’s weather related. I’m not here for that.

VII. Only one post behind in the blog-along now. Phew! I am alarmed by how fast this month is going, though. I really gotta get on the whole slaying of the list thing, but these headaches + today’s food coma are putting a dent in my motivation.

VIII. I’ll get all done. I always do.

IX. I got dishes done today and did a general tidy and there’s something about putting my place to rights that is incredibly soothing. I appreciate the self that knows that and drags me kicking and screaming into action. I bought one of those over the sink dish drainers and it has completely changed my life. Before, when I had a countertop drainer, my kitchen always felt cluttered unless I dried and put everything away. Now I can do them and drain them over the sink and the counters are clear. I love it.

I am “I love my dish drainer” years old, apparently. *laughs*

X. This thing is meant to be a makeup palette holder but I have repurposed it into a watercolor palette holder. These are my Prima palettes. I have eight of them, and no, I’m not an affiliate, but maybe I should be. *laughs*

The last palette in the holder is a tiny QoR travel palette. It’s swoon worthy, too.

And that’s today. I hope you’re well, my darling humans. I hope you find spaces that make you feel inspired and empowered.

I’m blogging every day (ish) in September and you’re welcome to join me. 

How Not To Take A Few Days Off

I. Evening one of my tiny little break from *waves at all of this* began with many hours of feeling totally at loose ends while watching true crime documentaries on YouTube. I made myself stay up late like I might if I was on vacation. Rolled myself into my blankets at around 2 a.m. but still woke up at 8 a.m.


II. Got up with every intention of doing nothing but ended up adding the edited instructional videos to the Journal Jam Weekend Workshop because I couldn’t figure out what else to do with myself.

It’s okay, though. I rather enjoyed it.

III. I just need to take some pictures of the completed new Journal Jam deck and the workshop is ready to be released into the world as as teacher supported self-guided experience. I’m so glad to have proven to myself that these weekend workshops are worth doing, both for my students and for myself.

IV. I had a nap and it was glorious. I even got REM sleep and remember a part of my dream where a friend tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead. Unbearable sweetness. Apparently some part of my subconscious loves me.

V. I’m planning another weekend workshop for the end of September called “Out Of The Shadows”. I want to work with the stuff that’s lurking in our murky bits, and make art as medicine for that stuff using silhouettes as traceables/masks to create rich mixed media art pieces.

Like this:

I’ll be announcing registration soon. If you’re into it, subscribe to my newsletter to get notified. 

VI. This made me laugh out loud:

Image of Baby Yoda that reads: When someone tells me they do their laundry and put it away in the same day. WITCHCRAFT.

VII. I have lost my house elf to full time employment, but I am handling everything okay myself. I am proud of that, but I’m not going to lie. I miss having the help. I may hire a new one as soon as I figure out what we’re doing with GG (a la moving him to London so I don’t have to hop in an Uber in the middle of the night with zero notice when he’s in crisis). He’s down with this plan, by the way, and loves the idea of Sunday dinners with mom resuming once more as well as access to the fur babes, who he thinks of as his pack. Rents for what he needs aren’t that bad here, but it is still something I’m going to have to crack open the bank of mom for, so I’ll hold off on the house elf until all of that is sorted out.

VIII. How in the sweet purple fuck am I almost 53? Where does the time go? What is even happening?

IX. I have wine and appetizers on a patio planned with a new (girl) friend tomorrow and I’m pretty excited about it. Who am I anymore?

X. I am going to try and do nothing for the rest of the day. Wish me luck!

I’m blogging every day (ish) in September and you’re welcome to join me. 


Scrambling A Little

I. Saturday was super fun. I went to a backyard BBQ, hosted by friends, with Kimi in tow, and we had a blast. There was a hot tub. There was a fire. There was music. There was food. Everyone was vaxxed. I came home at pumpkin time happy and a little in awe of how well I socialized despite *waves at all of this* and happily succumbed to the lure of these two sirens who were very excited to have me home in time for bed.

Image of my two dogs curled up with blankets.

Salem and Sookie, ready for bed!

II. This one was just pissed that I’d left her alone with the dogs for six hours, but she forgave me eventually.

My very elegant looking black cat with green eyes sitting perched atop my laptop bag.

Sybil. Totally unimpressed with me.

III. I have amazing news for you! I’m teaching in Life Book 2022, and the Taster Sessions are open for registration! These are always a super fun way to get to know who is teaching, what their style is, and get a good feeling for what Life Book is like! Click here to register for the FREE Taster, which starts on September 27th, 2021! Stay tuned for a giveaway!

And if you’re already convinced and you know you want to join me again for this fabulous yearly e-course, use coupon code ARTJOY30 to preregister and get 30% off!!

IV. Yesterday, I woke up and did a bunch of work before joining some close friends in some parallel play over Zoom. I worked on my Journal Jam cards – getting them sealed and waxed for future use. I love them so much, and I’m looking forward to using them today. SPEAKING OF WHICH!


Join me at 2 p.m. EASTERN for a fun hour or two of flinging paint, pulling prompts, and doing what they say! It’s free, and the replay link will go up in The Wilderhood once the file finishes converting.

VI. I am now two days behind in the Blog Along, which doesn’t bother me one bit. I have done so much work + play since I got home from Kitchener, and that is exactly what has been needful. Yesterday, instead of blogging, I visited Kimi to meet her new puppy and then had Lee over for Battlestar Gallactica and Chinese food. I sent Lee off home at 10 and rolled myself up in my blankets with an audiobook.

VII. I’m feeling refreshed today. A little pressed – there are a lot of deadlines coming up and you would not believe how much a couple of days “off-schedule” do to wreck my flow, but I am getting back into it. I don’t like this scrambling to get everything done feeling but I do like how it feels when I’ve gotten caught up and I can take a nice, long, slow, deep breath.

VIII. I can’t even with the news right now, so I’m just rolling my eyes and trying to live my life in what feels like a ship that’s going down. Anyone else?

IX. That being said, the Rose of Sharon is in full bloom, some of my plants are still thriving (I’ve lost the fern – that heatwave just sucked it dry), there’s a fresh cup of coffee steaming to my right, the cat has already come for some morning head butts and purring, and I like myself. We’ll call that a win.

X. I think I’ll pop in later today with a photo of what got done in Journal Jam to make up for one of the two missing blog posts in my thirty-day challenge, so I’ll see you then!!

I’m blogging every day (ish) in September and you’re welcome to join me. 

Pink Bubble & Effrene

I. New Moon in Virgo is coming up and my research and reading led me to engage it thusly:

Yup. I stuck myself in a pink bubble.

It was probably one of the simplest art journal spreads I’ve ever done, but it was also very satisfying, and I really did feel better after I painted this lovely protective shield around my life-weary self.

II. I put myself to bed at 10 p.m. after feasting on bread with butter and honey and a little dish of balsamic vinegar and olive oil. Simple food. More carbs, but whatever. I’m doing whatever I need to do to regulate this nervous system of mine.

I also watched five episodes of Ru Paul’s Drag Race and I am loving the changes I’ve seen in the show regarding Transwomen (who, let me remind you, are women). Drag Race is bitchy goodness at its finest.

III. It is my birthday month but I’ve been keeping the “celebration” part of it down to a dull roar. I signed up for pottery classes which start on Monday, September 13th. Four weeks of beginner’s instruction on throwing pottery on the wheel. I am so excited, y’all! It is something I’ve been dreaming of for a long time. According to the website, I will finish the class with up to 15 pieces of pottery. Lee asked me to film myself throwing something at some point, and I promised I would so I’ll share that here when it happens.

IV. I took delivery on a massive package from my personal alchemist, Terrie Bobbiekins! YES! I smell like myself again! I AM SO HAPPY! I ran out of my signature scent, Effrene, last year right when she was in the middle of an overwhelming move, so her lab was closed! She also sent me some bonus goodies – some magickal soaps and a bottle of Florida Water.

What is it about the right scent that makes everything feel okay again?

Find Terrie here and if you ever want to know what I smell like, grab a bottle of Effrene. 

V. Checked in with GG who was up with the sun this morning. He’s in excellent spirits and doing all the things he needs to do to stay on track. I’m proud of him.

VI. I feel very very very behind on all the things but I know I’ll catch up because I always do. I keep saying I need a Virtual Assistant but the truth is, there’s no part of my business that I want to hand over to someone else. I want to have my hands, eyes, and heart on every part of it. I’m learning to live with that.

VII. I love writing this way because it means that I can cover all the things that are on my mind all in one fell swoop without it being a ramble. A numbered list makes everything make sense to me. Like ducks in a row.

I’m also sitting on a bunch of prompts from Renee’s Wild Musings tour, which I did not complete. I’m looking forward to digging into those because she is an absolute genius at wringing the truth out of me.

VIII. I removed someone out of my entire network last weekend after they forgot to mute their microphone during a live gathering. They were snide and judgemental in their commentary about me and were overheard by a group of about 20 people, one of whom stepped in to suggest she stfu (but not in so many words, of course).

The people who take my classes and gather in my groups deserve kindness and compassion and thoughtful care, INCLUDING ME, and no one who heard this person’s comments felt comfortable with the prospect of having them join us in future offerings, so BYE!

I had a few moments of self-doubt over it but my peoples were quick to remind me that when people tell on themselves this way, it is in my best interests to act swiftly for the good of all. There is no “working it out” with someone who comes right out of the gate with snide comments.

Does this make me and my community “sensitive”? Yes. Thankfully, we are.

IX. I’ve begun to believe that tolerating shit behaviour from people is a trauma response, so I just won’t do it anymore.

X. I have a lot to do today so I’d better get to it. I have things to edit, a mess of potato salad with artichokes to make, and a backyard BBQ to attend.

Sending love from my pink bubble.