June 2013

Tippin’ the scales

Sorry for the emptiness around these internets – the outernets have been busier than I could have imagined. .

When I first quit my part-time job to focus on art and writing (when was that…2009 maybe? 2010?), my studio was in the house.

Because work was always at my toetips (truly – my table was at the end of the bed), I would work, work, work towards deadlines at a breakneck pace. When there was one on the horizon, I busted butt, 16 hours a day, seven days a week, figuring I had to rip it up that way to make a proper living.

Afterwards, once the deadlines passed, I was unable to move. I couldn’t even slack properly by watching movies or hanging out at bars or gardening or anything.

Some days those days I could only stare at walls, where there was a single colour and no other creative stimulation.

Some days these days I feel that way again – like I just need to stare at the wall with the handful of minutes left before bed.

(This is not at all to say I’m not enjoying myself. I am, in a huuuuge way. Too much, which is why I’m feeling so burnt. If I hated what I was doing, I’d be putting way less effort into it. It’s because  I love it – the early morning writing, the work-a-day writing, the studio afternoons and evenings – that I’m funnelling everything towards it)

This is a roundabout way of saying – BALANCE. It’s a good thing to keep in mind. I tell it to myself more often than I do it, but not last weekend.

Last weekend we took a break last weekend and went camping at Depot Lakes.

So I have no new work to show off, but I have a million and one ideas I hope to put to metal and leather and maybe even canvas this weekend.

If you’re still there, So am I.

But not till next week.

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Something old, something new, something borrowed and some loot

When I was assigned this story yesterday, I expected to get a few phone calls from people who thought the brides were rude and a handful of emails from people who were upset that The Spec considered the story front-page news.

Boy, was I wrong. Comments are going wild on TheSpec.com, TheStar.ca and Fark, and Kathy Mason was on KLiteFM this morning.

What the what?

 

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Home sweet home

I like to spend time daydreaming about our one-day cabin (also about ever having the time to build it).

This site is helping.

I think this first one is do-able and I am basing that opinion on zero construction knowledge/experience.

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City WHOA-ter Hotel

When I first saw it, I loved the City Motor Hotel. The 1950s sign was massive and spectacular and I looked for excuses to drive east so I could stare at it.

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The property was a little run-down. I didn’t realize just how much – not when I was new to Hamilton – but the phrase most commonly tossed around was “hotbed for drugs and prostitution.”

The city expropriated it last year and Molly Hayes wrote an ONA-winning story about it.

Yesterday they finally took possession and I spent the last two days at the hotel.

You can read about it here and here. Be sure to click through all the photos in each link because they’re great.

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Round-up

Want to know what I’d be buying if I was buying right now? Let’s take a look!

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This print of Lisa Toth‘s is what I like to imagine my hair looks like after I go swimming. You know, rather than the rat’s nest it likely is.

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LeighLaLovesYou. She also loves Bill Murray. So do I (PS I just realized this wasn’t really Bill Murray and it made me sad because I really felt like were were becoming pals, but this Twitter account is pretty hilarious even if it is a heartbreaking lie), so I guess it makes sense I love her.

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Old Amy needs a new pair of shoes and they look like these ones from Needlehead Crafts in Edmonton.

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File this in the “I’m totally mental” category. I barely ever go to fancy functions and when I do, I never wear long dresses. But I keep seeing myself swanning around in this beauty, drinking glasses of wine in a crumbling chateau, maybe wearing some ridic fur stole and dipping my hands into ornate fountains (Gore Park?). What I’m saying here is “Atonement.” I can almost believe I could have K. Knight’s Atonement life (pre-complete-disaster or course) in this dress from Nelli Uzun.

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For chopp-UNH…choppin’ broccoli-hi-hi-hi hiiiiii! From Woodink.

Sidenote: Lorne Michaels, what gives? You’re doing no one any favours by keeping SNL and KITH skits off YouTube. This is the way of things. Live in the now.

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This appeals to the teenage goth I would have been if I’d lived in a bigger city with more emo stores and enough black and velvet clothing to facilitate such a life(undead?)style . Aquatory.

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This dress is long gone, but Vera Vague is always updating with awesome shit.

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And because summer wouldn’t be complete without me pining for the heaviest winter wear, I’m dying for these flannel-lined jeans from Eddie Bauer. EDDIE – PLEASE BRING THEM BACK THIS FALL.

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