Simple Pleasures

So far, I'm enjoying these vacations so much.
Got and gave pretty gifts, spent quality time sleeping and cocooning around and eating way, way too much. (But that's ok, that's why New Years' resolutions exist.)
Also rediscovered the forgotten wonders of wrestling and fighting around until you are all but passed out from exhaustion and laughter.
I still don't know how we'll spend our New Years' Eve though...waiting for an invitation I guess.

Today's first thing that made me laugh...

Click on it if you can't read. This kind of thing makes my day.

A new look!

I figured it was time to change the layout to Silly Kitchen Witch.
I still love the girl with a pearl earring, but I wanted something new. I changed a lot since I started this blog, years ago, so I wanted the blog's look to reflect that.
Hope you like it!

Pre-Holiday workout Motivation

Yes, another Britney post...but it's okay, it's her big week, birthday , new CD and all. (Yes, I did buy it.)

It's positive this time though.
The critics have been harsh with Brit-Brit for the last few years. Let alone calling her an aweful mother, junkie and all around insane, they criticised her about her body that changed after she had her kids.


I have to admit, the hair looks unkempt, but she does have a better body then the vast majority of us ever will ever have even at her worst.

But these before pictures, appart from making women around the world feel better because even Britney Spears can look like that sometimes, are even greater when you see the Afters.

This is Brit from the last few days.

I know, I know...Boobs! But also, love her coat! And she looks awesome! And this a mom's body. Which means anyone can look like that if they put some (a lot) of effort into it.

If only I could get my hands on her trainers and personal chefs, I'd be all set. But more realisticaly, more veggies, less sugar and perhaps a bit of training would do the trick. I learned from last time, that only cutting on the food with no or little excercise don't produce good results. It only gets one flabby and emaciated. Honestly, I could loose only 5 lbs, and gain a bit of muscle tone and that would be excellent.

And why....why do I talk about all that on a public blog is beyond me, this probably should have stayed in my mind.

Congrats my Love!

Last Friday night was my BF's Ritual of the Calling of an Engineer. It was the first time I attended something so...ceremonial. It was a great experience and I felt so proud of him. Hearing his name being called out and watching him go on stage...

After all those years of hard work and studies, he received the Iron Ring the engineers traditionaly wear on their right little finger.

Then his family held a huge dinner party at their house and it felt like Christmas came a few weeks sooner this year.

Bravo mon Amour! T'es le meilleur!

I might as well accept it....

Britney Spears' new album, "Circus" is coming out on december 2. It's bad enough that I know these two facts.

But I also know I'll buy it as soon as I see it in store.

It's a sad fact of life, I've been buying Britney's CDs since they started coming out, back when I was a teen.

The music, the words are empty and soul-less, money-making business...but damn it, the beats are good, catchy, and they make me want to dance.

So yeah, I'm part of the problem, part of the reason why people like her can drink beer in diamond bottles and roll around in hundred dollar bills. I admit it, I've come to accept it.

But I also adore Loreena McKennitt, and honestly, that makes me think better of myself.

Another success

No, this is not slowly becoming a cooking blog, but lately, I'm really into trying new recipes and cooking. The cold temperature does that to me.

And it's called the Silly Kitchen Witch after all, so I'll share what I'm all excited about.

This one is super healthy, easy, and a good way to eat veggies. I don't really like zucchini or carrots, but this is excellent. (Pretty too, that always help.)

Garlic-y Zucchini and Carrot ribbons

(for 2 persons)

1 big carrot

1 zucchini

1 teaspoon olive oil

1 garlic clove (minced)

salt and pepper

Using a potato peeler, slice the veggies to get long, thin "noddles".

In a pan, heat the oil and minced garlic then add the carrot and let cook for a bit.

Add the zucchini later since it's quicker to be done.

Mix well and let cook until "al dente".

Serve hot! Hmmmm.

Bon appétit!

Amazing Scones

Just a few months ago, I had no idea what Scones were. Then I read a Kate Winslet interview where she talked about them and I got curious. Now the typically British tea-companion cake seems to turn up everywhere.

So I found a recipe for Classic Scones and finally tried it yesterday. They turned out great! Even though I made a few changes and was very unsure about the results.

Classic Scones (à la Lily)

2 1/2 C. flour (needed more! Only had pastry flour left in the end...or was it self-rise??)

1/3 C. sugar

4 teaspoons baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

1/4 C. diced cold butter

1/2 C. milk

1/2 C. 35% cream (didn't have any, used vanilla yogourt instead)

1 egg yolk

1-In a big bowl, mix the flour, sugar, baking powder and salt.

2-Add butter cubes and work in with two knifes (hate to do that, wish there was an easier way.)

3-In another bowl, mix the milk, cream and egg yolk.

4-Blend with the dry ingredients.

5-Knead the paste a few times (this is where I had to add a lot more flour, it was sticky as hell.)

6-Roll it out on a floured work space (about 1/2 in. tick) and cut into wedges.

(Or make kiwi-sized balls.)

7-Place on a baking sheet, with a bit of space between each scone.

8- Bake at 400F for about 12 minutes.

The great thing is that they are so quick to bake.

I don't know if the self-rising flour made them more fluffy then they should have been, I'll see that next time, but like that, they were perfect.

The yogourt makes them less caloric wich is always a good thing.

Maybe I'll try adding almonds, raisins...or a don't know lemon peels or cherries next time. But these, I ate them plain with yogourt and it was divine.

Also, be careful, you'll be tempted to eat them all five minutes after they come out. They are THAT good. You've been warned.

My 2 Cents about Miley Cyrus

All I knew about Miley Cyrus is that she is the actress behind Hannah Montana. I know kids love her and she got hella rich from that Disney Show.

Seen a few pictures, and I thought she was a cute 15 years old...


I didn't really understand why some people found her annoying and disliked the girl.

Then I stumbled upon that video....the first time I saw Miley Cyrus in action and heard her talk....and now, I understand....

Well, I guess it's all right...teenagers are like that, right?

The Photo boot-shoot

I love photo boots.

In this era of digital photography, HD and Blueray (not at all related I think, but they seemed like the logical choice of examples of modern technology for someone such as myself, who knows nothing about it.)...(OH! I just got one of them cellphones, too!)

The simplicity of these little cabins sitting in the middle of malls the world 'round has it's charms.

Last time I did it was years ago, with my sister. But it was high time I tried again with BF this time. It was even HIS idea, just to show how much we think alike.

So we went one rainy day and there isn't much of a story really...only that I was very confused about the flash going on real fast. Not used to that. And that's why a few shots look strange or half-assed. We had picked a few poses before we put the coins in, but it ended looking very random.

Hope my Love won't mind that I posted those, we DO look silly. (Although it's mostly me that looks half-crazed and like I've seen a camera for the first time.)

But that's what Photo boots are for right? Letting the wacky out! I recommend it to anyone.

I did it!!

I finally cut all the broken parts of my hair. I did it mostly because of that...the bleach did what I expected it would do and fried it good. Even though I still like the color and I don't regret it.

But ever since I saw it around, I always wanted to try that Concave Cut that looks so stylish. Short at the back and longer around the face.

I was never game to do it when my hair was long and healthy, it was too drastic, but now was the time.

So I went and got a very cheap cut under 20$ and I love it!





But now I'm letting it grow natural for a bit. Give that poor hair a rest. So it becomes shiny again.

Also...Americans...Go vote! Make the right choice! I read ya'll can get free Starbucks and Krispy Kremes when you do. So why not.
I'm really not into politics, but something tells me that Obama would be better then the McCain guy....

McGregor to play Hot Priest!

Oh my God!

I have been a bad fangirl!

Of course, I knew that they were filming an Angels and Demons movie. Read the book a long time ago and loved it. Fascinated by all that anti-matter, Illuminati, Vatican stuff.

And I was pretty sure I'd like the movie as much as I like the DaVinci Code. (I don't care how many people tell me it was crap, I loved it. I'm a sucker for easy action sequences and mysterious plots about Jesus and Mary Magadalene.)


I didn't know much more about that new movie though, only that Tom Hanks reprises his role as Robert Langdon. But this morning, I gasped out loud when I read that EWAN MCGREGOR is in it! Not only that, he plays Carlo Ventresca! The "main priest" of that story.

The casting director of these movies sure knows how to pick his ecclesiastic male cast. First, Paul Bettany as a monk in DaVinci, and Ewan McGregor as a priest in this. I'm forever grateful.

Here's a picture I found...

Ooooh! Reminds me why I love this actor. Ever since Moulin Rouge, he's my very favorite.

Today's Avatar that made me giggle

That "Vomito de Gato" warning, seen on one of the websites I like to visit.

Because it makes me think that owning one of those would be totally useful.

And also, the picture is funny, and the fact that it's in Spanish takes it to the next level.

This is Halloween, this is Halloween!

And it's the time of the year to rewatch the timeless classic, Nightmare Before Christmas.

Boyfriend never saw it, so I'm pretty excited to watch it with him this time.

This Halloween, one of my little bros even asked me to help him paint Jack Skellington on their pumpkin. Turned out kinda cool!

Also, I've changed my mind...I think I'll go as a Zombie girl. I just need to find a dress I can tear up strategically and mess up my hair real good, a bit of makeup and voila!

Halloween partie's are about to take us by storm...

...And I'm so not prepared.
I mean yes, we all know that I will once again end up going as a black cat, a witch or a combination of both. But I still live in the fantasy where I'll magically come up with something so original and cool that I'll win every costume contest in town.

Boyfriend is thinking about being the Terminator dude....With half of his face made up as a robot of some kind. I'd do the makeup of course, after all, I'm the one who's insisting on him having a costume. And this is kind of simple, nothing else really needed. So all the pressure is on me, but I love it.

Party I'm planing to assist to is this Saturday, so I don't have much time...a Witch it will probably be...unless.....is there such a thing as a Terminator girl??? And would she have red hair? Because I just remembered that I've also got a red-head wig...hmmm.

Would we make it?

The book I'm reading these days takes place in medieval Europe. It's incredibly detailed and realistic in it's portrayal of life in these times. It's gruesome and almost scary, to read how terrible and hard life was back then.

And it made me think of an article I read not too long ago, written to make the readers think about how we would all survive if the facilities and installations we've got in place now would all collapse or disappear in the near future, without warning.

To make it simple, we would be screwed. Totally screwed.

Life without electricity, without cars or running water. No heat, no real shelter, no supermarket or stores.

Have you ever tried growing food in your backyard?? I mean, we've got excellent conditions and everything to succeed, available water, tools, little sprouts that are all ready to grow.

But we know fully well that we couldn't survive a whole year with what little vegetable grows in our gardens.

Now imagine having to start from nothing...seeds....and even then, can't buy seeds at the local gardening store. We'd have to collect water from the rain or nearest river. Our future would depend on the good will of rodents and bugs, of rain and sun.

And what about winter? Most of us don't even know how to preserve and can food.

Not even talking about meat, dairies and grains here.

We'd have some matches left to make fire, sure, maybe, but how long would they last before we would need to constantly keep watch of the precious fire to stay alive.

It makes me a little nervous an paranoid to see how we are like spoiled babies, totally dependent of what we are used to have so easily. Food is just TOO easy to have, we would be much less greedy and would eat only what we really needed if the eggs depended on our two or tree chickens and veggies were precious and rare.

If the bread we ate was made with our bare hands from the grains we've grown and flour we've grounded.

But we all live a comfortable life, at least lets appreciate it. We live like royalty, even deities.

I love that I don't have to be in survival mode all the time, and that my mind can be put to "useless" things like drawing and decorating and what movie I'd like to see next.

But there will always be that little spot at the back of my mind, when I buy bread and meat at the store, or eat and drink way too much, or lie lazily in front of the TV or go to the bathroom in the middle of a freezing winter night, that says...would I make it?

I am French afterall (and it shows)

So...starting today, in Quebec, happens the "Sommet de la Francophonie", which celebrates the French language all over the world. It's kind of a big thing, (although this morning was the first time ever I heard of this).

That, and a post from one of my french web friends made me think that perhaps, I should at least have a French version of my Blog. I would never abandon the Silly Kitchen Witch, because I know some of you speak only English...and also, I love pretending I can write in Shakespeare's words.
But I will attempt to translate my posts...so...today, I proudly present:
LA Silly Kitchen Witch-en Francais-
Merci beaucoup!
http://sillykitchenwitch-franco.blogspot.com/

Two Doll Posses in a Relationship

First--I opened my blog on my home computer yesterday and noticed that only my first Doll appeared, if that happens to anyone (Chéri??)--just click on the post's title and the whole thing will open properly.

Now, I was still thinking about the doll theory this morning, and what it would look like, if the parts of ourselves became real life, separate people, especially when they try to form a relationship with someone else...

Friendship--Is kind of easier, some of our dolls click with another girl's (sometimes boy's) dolls. They like to hang out, they just don't fall in love with each other. But it can become very strong, especially if they all like each other. They don't live together, so it eliminated many obstacles.

Failed relationships--That would be when some of the dolls fall in love with some of a guy's....ummm, I don't know....G.I.Joe posse.
Let's say, the Sexy Doll and Nature doll are head over heals for His Sexy Joe and Hippy or intellectual Joe, but the two others have to be locked in their room, and they get mad.
Or...Artist and Silly are free to come out, but they don't feel at ease with the other G.I Joes, so they prefer to stay away. And the relationship can never fully develop.
Or some doll plain just hates one of the G.I.s and it's doomed for the others.

Relationships that are made to last--
This is the hardest one to achieve, but you feel so lucky once you do know it's possible. It's hard! It's like putting ten people or so in the same room and hope for the best. Wish that everyone will get along, even better, fall in love. It doesn't happen often.
In a lasting relationship, every doll and every G.I Joe feels free to come out and socialize. They even love it. They enjoy the company of everyone else. And it's like a big party when everyone knows that they are wanted, loved and accepted.
Cohabitation is a step harder, and sometimes, some of the dolls need time to adapt to being close to so many new Joes all the time. But it can work, when no one is getting pissed or forgotten.
It does work.

Lily's Doll Posse

On her last CD, Tori Amos explained the concept that every normal human has many different facets to their personality. And that each could be taken apart and observed, and that it was a good thing to do to learn to know ourselves.

Tori did it very visually, bringing four of them to life as characters.

In order to be balanced, we must be able to recognize and accept the different personas, while being also capable of mixing them all together equally, and in harmony. I like that concept, so I decided to do the same....so here are the four girls that make up the Liliane that I am.

Lillie
(The Nature Girl)

Personality--Introvert

Hair-- Long, wavy and all-natural

Music--Loreena Mc Kennit, Enya, Claire Pelletier

Drinks/Food--Herbal and Green teas, brews, fruits and veggies

Movies-- Mists of Avalon, Practical Magic

She's the one who would happily live in a hippy commune, learning macrame and vegetarian cooking.

The one who would wear peasant skirts and beads with flowers in her hair.

She loves to walk in the woods, pick apples, gardening and cooking strange stuff. Really into incenses, candles, herbalism, cats, zen and granola stores and restaurants.

She is a hopeless romantic and love cuddling, spooning and cocooning with her love. Long kisses and sensual massages.

As a child, she played Native-American tribe with her friends and painted her face while making baskets out of leaves.

Lilian

(The Serious/Intellectual/Artistic one)

Personality--Introvert

Hair--Kept simple and smart

Music--Bjork, Tori Amos, Dido, Sarah McLachlan

Drinks/Food--Coffee, Espresso, Sushi

Movies--Amelie Poulin, Girl with a Pearl Earring, DaVinci Code

Lilian is always in charge of important decision making, and she does all the

paper work and bill paying.

She really likes when everything is balanced and in order. She believes in a husband, a house and children.

Loves to read books that make her think and music with a meaning. She paints and draws when she feels like it and is the one that has a slight curiosity for politics.

As a child, she was the teacher's pet, always did her homework and had great respect for any authority.

Lili-Ann

(The Physical/Sexy one)

Personality--Extrovert

Hair--Very straight, stylish cut, funky colors

Music--Madonna, Britney, Nelly Furtado, Justin Timberlake, Club Music

Drinks/Foods--CranberryVodka, Rum and coke, chocolate and strawberries

Movies--Moulin Rouge, Sex in the City, Original Sin

She's the naughty one, likes to buy and wear corsets, tight dresses, push-up bras and fuck-me boots. She's a big spender. Always feels sexy and is kind of a nympho.

She's up for anything, loves to go to clubs or hot nights at home...also, she enjoys porn.
Will find the sexy in all kinds of different songs and music, from Madonna's Erotica to Marylin Manson's Personal Jesus.

Would gladly dress up as a naughty (maid/nurse/schoolgirl) for Halloween.

As a child, she tried to look down women's shirts and wanted to buy cute lingerie even when she was too young for anyone else but her to see it.

L!ly

(The Silly one)

Personality--Extrovert
Hair--Super curly and wild, reddish

Music--Tricot Machine, Alanis Morissette, Oldies silly songs

Drinks/Foods--Anything sugary, fast food, candy
Movies--Napoleon Dynamite, Bridget Jones, Tim Burtons

Like to wear colorful, eccentric clothes, funny hats and plastic jewelry.

Falls in love and buys things like red shoes and patch worked pajama bottoms.

Always up for a funny movie or show, she loves to laugh until her sides hurt. Thinks characters like Simple Jack are pure comedy.

Enjoys the company of kids and immature people and feels totally alive when covered in mud or paint.

Very messy, she is the one who leaves her stuff all over the place for Lilian to pick up and clean.

Other interests: Facebooking, board-games, the Simpsons, jumping around to silly songs like "Short Dick Man".

As a child, she ate candies clandestinely.

Hmmmmm, interesting...

So I guess.... this is the sort of thing that happens when fashion designers finally run out of ideas?

Life has a funny way....

Once again, Alanis Morissette has found the right words....right now, I couldn't say it better. Many things happening to many people around me that make those words true.

"Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay
And everything's going right

And life has a funny way of helping you out
When tou think everything's gone wrong
And everything blows up in your face."

PS. Chéri, we finally KNOW what she mumbles in Ironic!
Also, life has helped me out a lot, in fact, it gave me the best gift ever when I thought everything had gone wrong and then life sent YOU to me.

Hair Udpate...the wonders of chemicals

First of all, thank you Cat, for pointing out that this isn't a "rent" blog, but really, a "rant" one. You english goddess!:P

Also, with the miserable failure of the natural hair-lightening cinnnamon experience, I asked my wonderful profesional hair-fixer of a sister to help me out. And this is the results.

The colors in the picture doesn't come out exactly as they are, but you can see that the reddish is gone, and it looks more natural, she also gave me a long concave cut, which I'll show later, when I blow-dry it straight again...because with the curls, it doesn't show as much.

What is cool about the new color is that the bottom part is much darker, like a dark chocolate brown, then there the top in a cafe of lait tone, and a few large honey blonde highlights in the fringe, sides and top. I adore it! It blends in well when I let them curl, and it's much more defined when straight.... it also creates an illusion of more volume.

Voila!

The Grouchy Kitchen Witch

This has become kind of a ranting blog huh? I'll post something more positive soon, but I need to vent again.

I think it's the same for everyone...we all have people that are very special to us, boyfriend, mother, sisters, that are so precious to us, that when they are attacked, verbally or physically, we feel the pain even worst then if it was ourself.

Sometimes, a person, for some reason....frustration or jealousy or whatever, tend to focus their negative energy, judgment and back-talking on another one, singling them out.
Every other person around can make the same mistakes and have the same bad traits, but the person will focus, and be mean about that ONE person only, and continually. They will spot every little default and blow it up to huge, disproportionate proportions. It's even sadder when the victim really likes and admire the passive-aggresor.

When this gets done to someone you love, it hurts a lot. It's always at the back of your mind, because even if said person is ever agreable and smiling and laughing when you are faced with them, and the mean things are said when the victim is not there, everything gets known one way or the other. They always will. And then it hurts.
And friends can become enemies. People that you once liked to hang out with, now revolt you. And the only thought of them makes you mad. In my case, I RAGE inside, I become like a lionness defending her cubs. It isn't pretty in my head.

And I hate being like that. It's definitly not zen and I don't feel good. What can one do in that position??
Of course, the best thing would be to completly cut off the person with the attitude, but when it's impossible to do that? When it's family or people you will see anyway sometimes?
I think what I'll need to do is just limit the contacts to bare minimum....which is sad....I'm never mad at anyone....but this, I can't take anymore.
You know...with friends like that....

Fight For Women's Right (to pay the tab)

This is a Rant.

I need to get this out of my system and that's just that, it might be even more all over the place and full of mistakes then usual.

First of all, I totally understand that some people find it gentlemanly that the guy pays on a date, dinner, movie, whatever...it looks good, maybe it makes them feel good too.

This post is not to belittle their opinion or the way they were brought up to act. It's only to express my own opinion about it.
Because it angers me so much, you wouldn't beleive it, to the point of tears, even if I should just say to myself "Fuck what other people think!".
To know that some feel free to judge amazingly good people over very personal matters like how a couple choses to deal with money.

It's clear where this way of thinking comes from...back then , ladies just didn't have money, they didn't usually work, it was only normal for a men to pay for mostly everything.
We are NOT in the 30's anymore though!
Newsflash!! A big majority of girls and women work, and have money. Mens and women's salaries are pretty much the same, sometimes the woman even has a bigger paycheck.

Why then, now that both sexes have money, does a Man paying for both himslef and his date look all good and manly and respected.
But if a Woman, who has just as much money in her bank account offers to do the same and pay for her an her Man, the guy will be seen and judged as a cheap loser??
It's just sickening, and I don't think it's fair on anyone. Where is the equality?

I'm so revolted that it makes me want to pick up every damn restaurant tab from now on, when I dinne out with BF. Just to stick it up to the world's collective face.
Why can't *I* pay for both, if *I* want to?? It's ridiculous.

I heard some men say, "But I want to pay, it's not forced on me...it makes me feel good. It shows I appreciate my woman".
Well good for you! Great! Why can't I also feel good then? Let me have the pleasure for once. Let me show I appreciate my men. And if I want to show my appreciation everytime, why the freaking hell not??
And if not, why not split it in half ? Why is that frowned upon, once again?
If that makes me feel better to pay my part...why not? Does that mean my man is cheap or bad-behaved? Am I to pity? Hell no! It's none of anyone's business anyway. As long as I'm happy, and BF is happy, why not?
For the love of God, let's all grow up and start living in the NOW. Or you know...just stay out of it. Nobody needs judgement or getting talked in their backs.
Peace and Love, people!
Everyone is happy!

Rant-over, sorry ya'll.

Laundry Fuckery

I like doing laundry. I like cleaning up. Even washing the dishes. Not because this kind of thing is FUN in itself, but because of the cool results. Who doesn't like to sit in a perfectly Zen living room or an uncluttered bedroom? Chores need to be done anyway, so I might as well have a positive outlook on them right?

So far, the only laundry I did was mine. So I never got scared I might ruin anything, they were mine anyway, and really, what could go wrong? Anyone could do it.
So I slowly became more relaxed around washing-machines and soap and everything related. Now that BF can be considered "semi-moved-in", I do his laundry with mine, and a few days ago I still wasn't too nervous, I was a Laundry-room goddess, no stain could resist.

I even got so bold that I candidly decided to put some bleach in the whites, to make them bright and all, like in those commercials. My white cami did turn out beautiful and white.
But I still don't know what went wrong....three of BF's shirts came out with pale ti-die patterns all over them. Damn it! And one of them was also my favorite shirt of his.

It's not so horrible, I'll find him new ones, but it's just frustrating, now I'll be scared of bleach...even more then I already am.

Lily's embarassing fact of the day....

My Highschool reunion is taking place tonight, a street or two away from where I live, and I just found out NOW!
Seems like I got forgotten somehow....god, it feels like Highschool all over again.

Rednecks and Passive-Aggresive notes

I live in an apartment that I think is pretty good for a first one. Four rooms, more then enough space and many windows. Everything is working pretty well too. And the rent is not overly expensive so many students and young people live around.

Sadly, there are also those who are definitly not young anymore and still live there. No judgement, because I'm sure many of them just can't afford a house, but I have a feeling that a good part also don't like to work that much, and love the semblant of a trailer park community they can get in an apartment bloc.

You know, screaming from each others balconies, constant cigarette hanging from their mouths and diaper-clad babies on the hip, women with weird hair and short-shorts who walk around barefoot and men with the same mullet they wore in 1984.

It's like our own little Redneck country, only we miss the 'possums and I have yet to spot pigs or a crazy old lady sitting on her porch in a rocking chair with a mean scowl and a shutgun.

I guess most of those people have to be kept in check, because we have many "Keep the Place clean please" and "Pick up your trash" signs around the corridors. It's alright, I'm all for helping the poor janitor, since he's a nice guy and it's only normal to pick up after yourself.

But then, for every "Nice reminder" note, there is one from the Janitorette (his wife), that is most of the time very passive-aggresive, hand-written and scotchtaped in the lobby, most probably in a moment of frustration.

Things like "If you're too poor to buy yourself some lightbulbs, just ask us, we'll buy you some. Don't steal them from the laundry room!!!" or my Boyfriend's favorite...:"To the Pigs of the bloc, put your garbage IN the bin and not AROUND!!!"

Honestly, notes like that really add a touch of class to any living area.

Visitors immeditaly know what kind of people they will have to deal with here.
I really don't think this kind of passive-aggresive note works anyway.
I mean, do they really think that the individuals that are responsible for the trashing and lightbulb-stealing will get so devastated over getting called Pigs or Poors that they will melt into tears of repentance and go clean up the whole mess, swearing to themselves to never be pigs again?? More probably, they will laugh their asses off and make it even worst next time. You don't catch bees with vinegar.

This post really goes nowhere, it's just that I really like talking about hillbillies and rednecks and trailer parks. Can't help it, I find it funny...

Sometimes I even like to Google the words, and get pictures like that, and then I'm happy.


But the real reason why I thought about all this in the first place is this site I found a few days ago, that reminded me of the Janitorette's strong worded notes.
http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/
Funny stuff that people post without the intention of being funny. You can almost feel the anger emanating from some of them, even when they are written politely or with smilies. Fun!

Happy 7 Months!

Well, Seven IS my lucky number.
There are seven days in a week, seven colors to the rainbow...even seven chackras.
But most importantly, today is the anniversary of the seven months I have officialy been with my Love.
I've never been more happy in my whole life. The last seven months have been perfect in every way, and I hope to be abble to use the same picture in seven years.
Je t'aime mon Chaaéééri!

Back from my Blogging Coma

I was planning of updating through my three weeks vacations, to talk about New York and all that, but it seems like I just didn't have time. Real life strikes again.

But I had so much fun! New York, Quebec, and many other little pleasant things. I even went blonde (with the use of bleach!) And I'll post a picture as soon as I have access to a camera that hasn't fallen on Madame Tussaud's floor.

So, after many weeks, you would have thought that I'd have plenty to blog about. Afterall, we road a speedboat and the NY Metro, got all of our bike's wheels cut open in a New Jersey Ghetto. Went to Planet Hollywood to eat the best burgers EVER. Walked in Times Square and ate red-velvet muffins from the Magnolia Bakery. (Also gained a good 5 pounds from all that crazy eating out.)

Got caught in the century's thunderstorm in Central Park, and had a hot-chocolate at Starbucks while trying to get dry (under the bathroom's hand-dryer).

Smoked from a carved out apple with Sis and Brother-in-law(and a potato...and a cucumber...), went up the Empire State Building and saw the crappy show that goes with it. BF even helped me to Zen-ise my apartment. (Read: getting rid of the accumulating crap.)

See, many entertaining subjects available....yet the ONE thing that made me worked up enough to log into my Blog...is that:

Damnit! What the Hell?? I kinda like Madonna...her music anyway, and I think it's great that she is still super in shape and pretty at 50...but ugh! Put on some pants woman!!
This picture is the one I see everywhere around the net these days. And honestly, I find it pretty revolting. (If you don't, make it a closeup)

Alright, she has every right to thrust her muscly, hip-bone-showing-panty-covered crotch in the world face, but I also have to right to say EEEeeeeeWWWwww!

I understand that she might want to show off how buff she is, and that she has most likely a 2% body fat ratio (that 2% being her breasts of course.) I certainly would. But that outfit is just so....NO!
I know she could do much better, still show what she's got and even look younger. Evidence from the same show:



A transparent skirt can do miracles....

Rihanna is freakin' disturbing!

Have you seen Rihanna's new video? Disturbia!! Freaky.
(I know I've not been very original with the title, but it's hard to think when you've still got the mental picture of white eyes and crawly spider spasming in your mind as you type.)

Hoooray for difference though. There should be more videos like this. It reminds me a bit of Christina Aguilera's video for "Stronger". Only creepier, thus more interesting. I like to scare myself.

Breaking News!

Catherine from Tricot machine has gone red!

And not the sissy kind of reddish-glow either, full-on Tori Amos orange!

Saw her on TV last night, and don't have any picture yet. (The one at the top has obviously been modified by me.ha!)

But I'm kinda shocked. Not because she looks bad, in fact, it makes her look even more like a doll with the blue eyes and all.

It's just...I had figured her to be the all-natural, no makeup, wear only homemade locally jumper-dresses kind of girl. And now her brown hair is orange. Still the same freaky cut and pony-tail, but carrot-colored.

Hmmm...maybe it's Henna....yeah, I guess Henna could do that.

Results of Cinnamon....

...Very poor!
I mean, I can see a little, tiny, difference, but that's just because it's my own hair and I scrutinize it so often. I'm not even sure if it lightened or just got a bit more cinnamon-colored.

This one above is today, and that next one is a reminder of last time...:

So you know...I'm convinced that the results aren't noticable enough to carry on with the proccess. I can't anymore....applying the thing is long enough, but sleeping in a grocery bag, trying to comb out the cinnamony super-tangles in the morning...no.

If I had short and straight hair, maybe I'd continue and get better result, but now, it's kind of long and very curly because of all the rain and humidity. It's just torture.

Screw cinnamon. I think I'll have to turn to good ol' bleach.

The Natural substitute to Bleach?

Ever since the begining of Summer, I've been tempted to do something with my hair.
I was thinking of getting a concave cut, with the curls shorter at the back and longer around the face. But then I remembered how long my hair takes to grow even an inch and I chickened out.

Then I thought it would be a great idea to lighten to top layers a bit, so they look like they've been in the sun.
But that would mean....BLEACH.
My hair hates bleach with a passion, I'm reminded of an ancient post I wrote here years ago, relating how my hair became the texture of spider-web after one too many encounters with that freaking thing.

So I'm kind of reluctant to bring anything ressembling bleach near my head.

Here comes the Natural Option that I found on the net:

2tbsp cinnamon powder
Normal to large amount of conditionner
1tsp liquid honey
Water as needed

This makes a cinnamon-smelling paste that you work through wet hair, comb carefully and let sit overnight covered in a shower cap or plastic bag. Then wash out thoroughly in the morning.

According to the different websites, it takes at least two treatments before you begin to see some lightening. (They even have encouraging pictures.)

According to my practical/modernist/science and technology-loving BF though, this is a "grandma's recipe" and thus, very probably bullshit.

I still decided to try it out, because I've got nothing to loose, and the worst thing that could happen is that my hair will smell like cinnamon. I don't really mind smelling like pastry.
Also, I kind of want to show BF and all the non-believers that sometimes, grandma's recipes and granola-solutions DO work.

So here are the first pictures, after ONE treatment. I should have taken a before photo, but anyway, it's the second and third try that will decide if it works or not.
I have a good feeling about this...cinnamon MUST do something to hair, because the drops of paste I removed from my skin left red marks, as if I had been burned after only a few seconds. (Be careful with that...they're gone by the morning, but I still got a bit scared I hurt myself at first.)

R.I.P., little kitty

Question.
How do you succesfully erase from your mind the traumatic sight of a little cat, lying in the middle of the street, hit by a car. Dead. With horrible red blood all over the white fur of his cute little face?

I don't need to see this when I walk to work in the morning. It hunts me for days and makes me hurt just thinking about it.
God, I hope it won't be there tomorrow...

Going to da Big'apple

This summer, BF and I have decided to plan a little trip to New York city.

I was pretty excited to go, because first of all, the last time I went, I was about ten years old, and the only thing we visited was the Jehovah's Witnesses head quarters in Brooklyn...and this, my friends, is a depressing thought.
I also can't wait to see all the museums (Sex Museum??! Why don't we have this here??), and to climb the Statue of Liberty, Empire State building, etc.

Madame Tussaud's wax museum, and the many possibilities of photographic immaturity it offers is making me giggle like a mad thing.
I mean, you KNOW I'm gonna pose near Johnny Depp!
Why they don't have Ewan McGregor anywhere is beyond me! Same for Bjork and Tori Amos. Scandalous!

I don't think my little brother knows about Madame's museum...so it will be pretty easy to make him believe that I met Will Smith (his favorite actor/singer ever) in NYC. I could also tell him that I met Britney or Christina Aguilera there, and have a photo of myself grabbing a few breasts for him....oooh, the possibilities.

More seriously, we still don't know what we'll do about sleeping. We could just you know...not sleep. But in case we are sissies and end up not being though enough not to sleep....is there a way to have a hotel or motel that is under 200$ a night in the city?
We still have the camping option, or the sleeping in the car option, and either would be fine, but both also bring a few complications. I don't think there are many camping in central NY....ha!
So there would be a lot of commuting between New Jersey and NYC, and also thousands of precious minutes lost...what to do...?

3 days apart...

Seems like nothing, 3 little days...2 little nights... we've been apart before. Ha! Only a few months ago, we didn't even know each other. I was alone most week nights and used to it. I never got bored, always had something to do.

And now I'm faced with the drama of two nights by myself. I've become a bit dependent. I don't like watching TV alone that much anymore. Dependent of someone to lean on, to kiss when the TV is boring, to laugh with and talk to and make comments about silly stuff.

To take long walk with when the sun sets...


I know it's not that bad. I have enough cleaning and shopping and reading to do to keep me well occupied for a week if I needed to.

I think that it's more the fact that he will be far away from me.

It's not China or anything, but it's still out of reach. There will be emails and MSN and maybe phone calls, and it's perfectly alright for a few days, but it makes me realise how attached I've become. Which is awesome.


I know it's pretty common that people need to make these little trips for work.
I remember Princess in Galoshes writing once that her man went on this kind of trip for two weeks??Gah! How do you cope?

Well, they say distance is a good thing sometimes, you can appreciate what you miss more when they're taken away from you.
Plus, I'm sure he'll have much more fun there then over here in a cubicle with mostly nothing to do for three days...so I'm happy for him.
I just send all the good karma I can so that the road trip goes well and everything's safe and fun.

Innocence

I generally don't like Avril Lavigne's songs. They all sound too similar to me, and they seem designed to encourage the Emo and Frustration into little girls. But that one...I can't stop listening to it...(mostly because it reminds me of my wonderful BF and how I feel right now, with him.)
So beautiful, the lyrics are good, but the video too. Avril has a much prettier voice when she isn't bitching on a guy....she should use it more often in a more mature way like that...




Waking up I see that everything is ok
The first time in my life and now it's so great
Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed
I think about the little things that make life great
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling

[ Chorus ]
This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by

I found a place so safe, not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it's so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here
It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling

[ Chorus ]

It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry

This innocence is brilliant
Makes you wanna cry
This innocence is brilliant
Please don't go away
Cus I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by

Inspired!

Obviously, I love "Girl with a Pearl Earring" by J.Vermeer...

I've been thinking it would be nice to have a replica somewhere in my apartment.

I never found one, well, one never came to me...I can't say I really looked.

But the inspiration stroke this morning...I kinda can paint! So I'll try to make one myself. I'll get back to show when (if) I get started.

It would be interesting to chronicle the making of...although it has an half and half chance of ending in the recycle bin. Trying to copy Vermeer is kind of masochistic to the ego.

Damn it!!!

What the hell?

Have you seen M. Night Shyamalan last movie?? The Happening huh?

Well if people continue to be THAT stupid...to WRAP godamn BANANAS individually!! Of all fruits! Yeah, wrap the ones who already got a natural wrap. Go ahead! It's people like that that will make Nature need to exterminate us all.

Things that make you want to become a lesbian...

....I'm kidding! (I love you Honey!)
But, Oh my God! Apparently, a girl called Olga left her business card to some guy called Dimitri, and here is what she got on her voicemail.
Hearing this, I'm betting she gave him the card so he would just get the hell away from her....but I think it teaches us all a lesson. Such freaky losers/stalkers out there!
It's pretty funny though, that she decided to share it on Youtube, I'm sure Mr. Greek Demi-God there must be so proud.

I'm a very loving girl, honey...

It often happens that I get called Mommy at the daycare.
It's always funny to watch for the fraction of a second when the kids realise what they said and you can see the chain-reactions on their faces.

First confusion, then the eyes open wide and there's a bit of shock, then they look around and know everyone has heard, embarrassment, and sometimes, when they have a good sense of humor, they'll start to laugh. Which is probably the best way to react in a situation like that if you ask me.

These kids are all under five though, so it's pretty normal, their Moms tell me they sometimes get called Liliane too.
I've even heard of children at school calling their teachers Mommy. Honest mistake. Hard to break habits.

It becomes much more embarrassing, as I found out lately to do the same kind of thing when you're all grown up.

Boyfriend and I, we got into that pattern of always sticking to word "Honey" at the end, beginning or middle of any sentence. Sometimes twice in the same.
It has become kind of like a person using a swear word as punctuation. Honey this, honey that, and I love it, nothing to complain about. I think it's cute.

(Most of you probably understood that as we are both French, it's really the word "chéri" we use, but I replaced it with Honey, because if I was English, this is the word I would use, definitely. We've got nothing as yummy-sounding in French....)

So it has come to that.

Boyfriend is probably the person I talk with the most since the last few months, so Honey is now a regular, everyday word to me.

And as of now, my Sister, her Boyfriend, my Mother, one or two kids at daycare and one of my brothers have been called Honey in a very casual manner by me. Strangely embarassing, almost like feeling naked for a second or two.

I'm waiting for the day when I email the woman I work with on book illustrations and I end it with a big, heart-felt

"I love you honey!!!♥♥♥".

An Army of Me

I love Bjork. I know she has a funny name and a disturbing wardrobe, but I'll still talk about her today because I just have to.
And, huh, it's my Blog, so I could just talk about Bjork everyday if I chose to. (I won't!! I won't!! I want to keep the few readers I've got!)
It might be because I'm a bit tired from all the national Day partying, but I found that so funny.

I showed my fourteen years old brother the video for "Army of Me", which, I find is one of Bjork's most kick ass songs ever. The video was probably produced by someone on some hard substance...or very very creative.
But the song, it gets to me. When I'm in that kind of mood, all those metallic sounds at the beginning and near the end with the explosions, the beat, and her straining voice on top of it all. I love it. It's so different from anything you'll hear on the radio.

As I showed my little brother Army of Me, excitingly expecting him to realize just how cool Bjork is in spite of her name.
He turned to me with the most traumatised look on his face. Seemingly wildly wondering WHY in the world I would love that music.

"So cool isn't it!? You'll show it to all of your friends right?"

(With wild, panicked expression)--"NO WAY!! This is SCARY music for CRAZY people! It's music for KILLERS! For people who kill CATS! It's Cat-Killer music! Cat killers put that music on when they want to get in the mood for cat killing!"

And I laughed and I laughed, so hard my sides hurt. The mind of a teenager is a bizarre place.

Party like it's 1997!

First of all, I have no idea who those people on the photo are. Found them on Google, and they totally embody what comes into my mind when I think "Prom Dance".

Whatever the year we're talking about, Prom is stuck in the 80's to me, and forever will be.

I see pink frilly dresses, bouffant sleeves, huge crimped hair and pimply boys in white tuxes and color sashes.

Maybe because so many 80's movie feature proms...even new movies like Napoleon Dynamite reinforce the dorky image burnt in my head...

So why am I rambling about Proms this morning?? Well I had a flash you see...

It's raining today, so obviously, me and the kiddies are prisoners of the house. I simply had to do something to let them spend all that pent up energy because it was getting out of control and craaazy. Happily, I felt pretty energetic too, so I decided to start a party and be the entertainer.

We played games of guessing and stuff like that, and of course, the classic of rainy days, Musical Chair. The kids just go mad when I pronounce the words, they are Musical Chair fanatic.

We don't play very often, because most of the time, the game ends with a kid sitting between two chairs and falling hard on his butt. One hitting another or tantrums from the sore losers. Often all of the above. But what can I say...we still have fun, and they never remember the bad parts.

So I start looking for a good song that would encourage them to walk and dance around those chairs, and all I can find at the daycare is a Celine Dion CD...a 1997 one...but it has that "Rap" song that the kids just love. (I admit, because I have no shame, it was actually MY CD. I bought a Celine Dion Cd, I did...but it was 1997, and I was also wearing salmon leggings and brushed my curly hair into a poof complete with puffy fringe.)

So after the game, (it went pretty well for once, no drama at all!), I just let the music continue and everyone was kind of dancing and skipping around, when "My heart will go on" came on, and I closed the lights to make them quiet down a bit and relax before dinner.

And then I had to stop myself from laughing, because it was hysterical but so cute...when I looked around, EVERY one of them had paired with another and was slow dancing! In the dark...to My heart Will Go On. And some of the girls had put on some of the costume dresses and tutus. And I felt thrown back in time to an authentic 80's prom. The only thing that was missing was a Big Disco Ball....I love my job.

Lucky

Can someone else's Lucky object bring luck to another person?

Can wearing somebody else's Lucky charm make it even luckier...with both lucks and positive thoughts combined?

I'm not sure how this works...but they say it's how much you believe in something that will make it real to you.

So I believe it works that way.

Today's Princess

Jasmine from Aladdin....

I didn't have too much trouble with her...but I've started working on Belle...and let me just say, it might take longer... she always turns out looking like....I dunno...all innocent-eyed and stupid, like a dumb Hollywood starlett. And I want to do Belle justice.

I don't even know why I spend time on this anyway, when I've got two other projects with deadlines attached waiting to get done.

Should be working....

But damn it! I can't! So I might as well write and vent a bit.

I can't stand knowing that someone is mad at me. Especially when it's for a totally petty reason. Maybe I'm just too sensitive or that I worry for little things. It so rarely happens, because I'm a Libra, and I like peace, I always do everything I can to keep it. But when a misunderstanding happens, it bugs me to no end.

The worrying is even greater when it's someone very close to me, like my mother or sister. Because I love them so much. And knowing I hurt them, even unintentionally just rips at me. This kind of thing never happens with guys...so I'm putting the blame on female hormones.

Now I can't work...because I know my sister is mad at me. My one and only sis.
It was a stupid MSN misunderstanding, and I just can't believe it escalated without me even being aware into something serious enough for her not to call me for a week and her ranting about it in front of the whole family.
I understand...she's always been emotional, a tendency to slowly create mountains out of small things. That's why I'm very careful....but you never know when the Aries' temper will strike. It stroke.

And I wrote to her, because I express myself much better that way, and made it clear how bewildered and surprised I was of her reaction and the silly proportions this all took. That I love her and all....

Aaaw God...humans are so complicated.

Experiment

I work at a daycare...so you can bet a large part of everything I hear about and see in a day concerns princesses. Namely, Disney Princesses. This elite group of sparkly, petty-coated royal ladies that you see printed on everything a little girl wants. From school bags to pajamas...I think I even saw tooth paste once...and cereals.

I admit, I'm a bit sick of that lot. A case of way too much exposure.

But I'm also a benevolent, saintly woman, and when the kids ask me for a princess drawing to color, I most of the time oblige. I haven't kept a count of how many Belle, Ariel and Jasmine I drew this year. It's probably a crazy number I better not think about.

So one of those times where I drew my 2854th Little Mermaid, I wondered what it would look like if I took more time to draw her. As an actual portrait. So that's what I did. I sat around the table with the kids and just did it.
And it was FUN.
And now I want to do this with every Disney Princess. I'm hooked.
So here's Ariel, because I need to show off a bit to other people then four years old.
I'm working on Jasmine these days....Jasmine's kinda cool.

Today's fashion...

I don't know what's wrong with fashion these days...or maybe that's just me. What do you all think about it?


I'm asking those who actually set foot in Malls, but I guess the rest can't be blind enough to not notice what the kids are wearing this season and the last...you can't miss it anyway! The colors practically attack our innocent, unsuspecting eyes. The 80's are back with a vengeance!


It started innocently enough with the return of the leggings.

But now it seems to have escalated into a horrible mess of long, shapeless off the shoulder shirts in various shades of fluorescent pink and iridescent green. I'm mentionning pink and greens, because they are particularly screaming, but I've seen every primary colors out there.

Don't even start me on those ridiculously tight jeans...I've seen them on skinny girls, and even there, I'm not sure. You'd think the rest of us would have the sense to not even approach a pair of these....saddly...no.


Let me demonstrate some more...why it needs to change and never come back. Remember people, what the 80's looked like:


I have to admit, I love Madonna from the 80s' and her style better then what she had become. She seemed funner back then.

About being funny...

I LOVE to laugh.
I'm sure anyone would say the same thing, but I'm also convinced that I love it even more. I need to laugh, everyday, many times a day. If I haven't laughed in a day, I will feel compelled to pop in a funny DVD after dinner. Even if it's only cheap jokes I will have had my fix. (This is why, I guess, I already have a few laugh-lines around the eyes at 26.)

The tragedy is...I'm not funny. Well, I guess I can be funny sometimes, boyfriend tells me so. But it's mostly moronic behavior and non-sense talk.
I CAN'T tell a joke. It's not like those persons who try to tell them but just mess them up, my problem is remembering the jokes. Any jokes. We even got this running gag, boyfriend and I, where we randomly ask each other. "Okay, tell me a joke, now." And every single time, my mind goes blank and I can't even think of a dumb blond joke. Thankfully, he seems to have the same condition.

We have come to accept, we will never be the clowns of a party. But at least we are a damn good audience.

I am still determined to conquer the joke world. I've found a website full of them, and I will learn and practice one a day.
I'm so envious of those who can just improvise funny stuff.

10 Toys that Made You Gay....

As a way of slowly getting back to blogging, I'll post that funny little video.
According to it, most of us that were kids in the 80's should be gay by now...

http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Videos/LG_Originals/Top_10_Lists/10_Toys_That_Made_You_Gay/

Sorry!

Long time no post.
Really really really busy.
Not dead...yet.
Very in Love.
Project to finish.
Back to the Blog world soon.

2008 MayPole Dance

The Maypole looked much MUCH better then what I tried to fix up last year. An actual tree will stay put and not fall at every little gust of wind like the pole I tried to stick in the hard ground last Beltane. Evidence:
http://lilycurly.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-springtime-of-year.html
One of the girls pulled her ribbon really far. She's the one that you can't see, there on the right. Sometimes, you just loose when you try too much...I've learned that the hard way too.
And here we are, dancing, jumping and trying not to stumble on each other while listening to Loreena McKennitt's Huron Beltane Fire Dance. Which is another of my all-time favorite songs. I DARE you to turn up the volume to that song and not dance.

Happy Beltane!

Beltane, Beltaine, Mayday, Spring Day, Lady Day, however you call it. I wish you a beautiful and happy day, full of flowers, love, sensuality, dancing and appreciating of the new season.

It's also dress Thursday, so Beltane is extra special this year!

I'll be back with pictures of the daycare's Maypole dance.

Be Merry! The Faeries are watching you!

Wanna Feel like Britney?

Here, you too can be on the cover of every magazine. Hours of procrastinating fun....
(Thanks, Bro-in-Law!)
http://www.magcover.com/

Procrastination Thursday

Okay, it's actually Dress Thursday...and I did "dress" up for the occasion. Although that thing makes me look pregnant and/or huge-butted. Which I didn't realize until I wasn't able to take a picture that didn't make me look like an apple with legs. That explains why I'm less smiley on the pic.
Oh god...less smiley is actually the nice way of putting it, I look kind of miserable aren't I? Like a frustrated, matronly Minnie Mouse that will slap your fingers with a ruler....*sigh*

ANYWAY! Right now, I should be working and thinking about an illustration project, a painting and the planning of both my Mother and BF's birthday.

Instead of that, I'm blogging, looking around Facebook's Quiz, looking up Beltane activities to do as a couple (and getting sucked into related daydreams....)and other useless, less urgent stuff.

Procrastination, according to Wiki:

"For an individual procrastination may result in stress, a sense of guilt, the loss of personal productivity, the creation of crisis and the disapproval of others for not fulfilling one's responsibilities or commitments. Incidentally these combined feelings can lead to further procrastination. While it is normal for people to procrastinate to some degree, it becomes a problem when it impedes normal functioning. Chronic procrastination may be a sign of an underlying psychological or physiological disorder."

Oh God..... I'm screwed, I need a therapist now...

Saturday's Show

...Was awesome!

I borrowed my brother's digital camera so I went a bit crazy with the picture taking.
I already knew Saturday would be great, I've been waiting to go to that Tricot Machine Show forever it seems. But sometimes things turn out even better then you can imagine.
Part of it was because I went together with my sweet/amazing/smart/strong/adorable/sexy Boyfriend. (In the future, I will abbreviate all of that to BF for all of our sakes.)

It was also a beautiful, sunny day...
The Show was going to take place in an old Moulin near a river, in the middle of a big park full of trees and squirrels and nature and all. I often went to take walks there in the past, it's really a wonderful place anytime of the year.

Since we got there a lot sooner then expected, we walked around the little streets and found a pretty little Café inside an antique house. The wind was getting a bit chilly, so we went upstairs and had Coffee and Hot Chocolate. I figured it would be a good time to start wiping out the camera, so after many unsuccessful and embarrassing attempts, witnessed by another costumer sitting in a corner, this was the best picture. It sucks not being photogenic, let me tell you. Being two non-photogenic people is almost a drama when you try to get a good picture...I like to think that we are a much prettier couple in real life then there...still....can you feel the loooove? hihihi

I don't think it shows, but this seat was put inside what was once a wardrobe. Or so we guessed. Starting us on numerous theories and stories about people who might have died/killed/hung themselves in that once wardrobe, and the resulting vengeful ghosts that would of course follow us home after being disturbed by us and our warm beverages.

After that yummy little break, we walked back to the park, where BF showed me the proper way to seduce a duck. As you can see, the Lady Duck was apparently trying to flirt back, but I warned her to keep her wings to herself. I'm very possessive like that. You can't thrust a She-Duck.

Then I wanted to pose with the sign that pointed to where the show was. But sadly, I am not at peace, or proud of the fact that I like to pose with signs....so we had to wait until no one was around (or walking towards it.) It was a long wait, but thank god, BF is also a patient man and he nicely obliged.

As you can see, I put colorful clothes on that day. Tricot machine inspires me color...and we soon found out that I wasn't alone. We could easily guess who was just walking past the Moulinet or who was going in by the rainbow clothing and/or Hippie garbs. Including bright yellow and purple...and that was on a man.

Then was the time to go in! Finally! We where super lucky to have the place we got. (Lucky meaning I almost ran and trampled everyone on the way to said place.) As BF noted later, it would have been nearly impossible to be sitting closer unless we sat in their laps. It was a small, intimate room and we had the chance to get a little table right in front of the stage (slightly on the side, but still.) So great view...sadly, the pictures I got are blurry and low quality, because I didn't want to use a flash and get an evil glare from one of them or a tambourine thrown at my head by Catherine Leduc. This one is nice though...

You can see that she was also wearing yellow, and that made me happy for some reason. Loved how she just came onstage and took off her shoes. And jumped and danced around like a happy little kid to the sound of her guy's piano.

Well it was great, sweet, funny...sad sometimes, but always cute. I had a great time, leaning against BF's shoulder and listening to Une Histoire de Mitaine and Les Oreillons Live is a very cool thing. They even got in a few new songs. And now I can't wait for their next CD. The show went on for more then an hour and a half without pauses....well worth the 20$!

When it was over, a fan-girlish glimmer of craziness suddenly sparked in my eyes and I started to look for a way to get a picture with them. The Guy part of the Duo was unfortunately gone to the bathroom, but Catherine was there alright. And I figured I could still get my photo taken next to her to prove to her daycare-fans that I indeed met the girl in L'ours! Very VERY unfortunately, I hadn't turned the flash on and the pic turned out WAY dark. I tried to digitally mess with it, but the quality sucks....you can still see that's it's me at least, and kind of recognize that huge smile of hers with the signature top of head pony-tail. Two versions of the photo to illustrate the wonders of computer technology...

She seemed kind of surprised that I ask for a photo...and I sensed that BF was very slightly embarrassed of my fan girl attitude and having to be associated with it by being the photographer... but I needed this. *fan girl squeal*.

It was such a wonderful Saturday.....