little orange studio, i love you

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i am forever tidying up, moving stuff, hanging stuff, painting stuff, all in the an effort to create the perfectly inspiring space to do make art, write poetry, do yoga… some days i avoid the space – not feeling creative, too tired, too busy, the lighting is bad, its too cold, have a headache… if it’s an excuse, I’ve thought of it.  But on other days it’s hard to get me out of there.  If I had a sacred sort of space on this earth, this would be it.  If i were one of those life coaches, I would highly recommend creating a space like this, for yourself, in your own home if possible.  A place where you can feel inspired to do whatever it is you really want to do, really love to do… even on your craziest and laziest days.  One of my most ridiculous excuses is that if i can’t spend all day in there, i don’t want to go in there at all today.  Isn’t that bratty?  I decided that i need to just get my butt in there, every day, even if it’s only for a few minutes.  and maybe good things will happen.  Incense, mood lamps, a crazy coat of paint… whatever it takes to entice you into your special space.

e.j.l. xo

p.s. Tell me about your special space!  (-:

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books and crannies

So maybe, I kind of hinted to some of my family members that i might enjoy one of those e-book readers come birthday/holiday time… and i haven’t felt right ever since.   I had never considered getting one… I never thought i would enjoy one, and i figured they were probably too high-tech for me.  But more than that, I thought they would probably be a passing trend because people would miss books, and their pages, their smells, textures, pictures, colors… But what the hell do i know because apparently everyone loves them. They talk about how much faster they are reading, and how convenient and compact they are… and this is all spoken with an extraordinary amount of enthusiasm.  I do not typically engage in further discussion over their changing relationship with books.  For a moment i may wonder, “do you miss anything about the books? Have any regrets?”  I assume they do.

So do I think I would enjoy this revolutionary gadget, given the overwhelmingly positive feedback? Sure I would.  Do I think they would be too high tech for me? Most Likely.  Would I miss books?  Of course i would! i would miss the sound of the pages when you flip them in the middle of the night. i would miss using my pink highlighters in them. i would miss being half done.   I would miss buying books for fifty cents at the second hand store.  I would miss stacking them in pretty little piles on shelves and cozy nooks in my house.  I would miss the graceful words curving over pages.  I would miss so many groovy book marks! i would miss the cute little fold in the middle! Aww.  What else? …Oh yes, libraries.  I suppose libraries have been centerpiece to some of the most special places in my certainly sheltered world.  The curious library next door to my house on Old Main St, only open on Monday and Thursday, with the Arrow heads and skulls upstairs.  The sailboat library that docked next to my grampa’s sailboat in the summer.  The orange town library that was orange inside because my dad designed it.   You probably get the point.

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So I am finding my place somewhere in the middle of this debate i’m having with myself.  I will love my e-reader (and boldly attempt to figure out how to work it) if i ever come across one.  and if i do, i will certainly never get rid of my beautiful, delicious books.

e.j.l. xo

What would you miss about your books?

What book would you miss the most?

i heart food – The Faux Food Diet

I am always trying to make some change in my eating habits, or attempt a new exercise kick, to get in better shape.  Nothing ever seems to work out long term… probably because I am very lazy, and there is not much I won’t do for an apple pie sundae.  I am a below average cook, I couldn’t tell you what separates a t-bone from a London broil.  I actually have no idea how to hard boil an egg.

All said, I heart food.

I’m aware that i am a freak of nature, when I am completely one with a choco-taco,  or chocolate chip cookies, warm bread and butter, super cheesy pizza, lemon coconut cupcakes, vanilla bean milkshakes, Rease’s Pieces, butter pecan ice cream, wheat toast with honey, blueberry oatmeal pancakes, chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cups, fried fish with tarter sauce, candy corn…(deep inhale)…fresh strawberries, chilled peppermint patties, McDonald’s french fries with tons of salt, chocolate chip cookies, apple crumb pie, maple frosted donuts, oatmeal raisin cookies, cheese burgers, twizzlers, cupcakes, yellow hostess cupcakes, peanut butter and jelly on toast, cucumber sandwiches, vanilla cupcakes… Have i made my point? I don’t have a favorite food… they are all my favorite foods.  Back in the day, I barely worked out, I for the most part ate what I wanted, and I managed to maintain a fairly delicate frame.  These days, I could use a gym membership and a Slimfast.

To make life a little less painful as I embark on my next diet adventure, I’ve decided I can cling to my [probably strange] addiction to fake food.  Fake food, is any food themed art, architecture, clothing, photography, books, album covers, jewelry, and so on.  I have always been drawn to artists renditions of food – whether it’s a giant donut, or a birthday cake sand sculpture, or a miniature dollhouse sandwich.  Maybe i can refocus my urges to eat an entire box of brown sugar pop tarts, and revisit some of my fun findings… Please don’t view on an empty stomach.

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e.j.l. xo

a fly in my studio

if there were a fly in my studio, I would not let it hang out for very long.  I would first attempt to shoo it out the door.  (I am a compassionate and very reasonable person).  But if that wasn’t working out I would not hesitate to demand my husband to take care of it by whatever means necessary.  Sorry, bug huggers.  I wish I could be like you.  The only critters that have a chance in my house are non-gross spiders who are minding your their own business, and lady bugs.  The rest will have to answer to my husband who will squish you, to my vacuum cleaner which will suck you into oblivion, or to my drinking glass which will suffocate you if my husband doesn’t find you there under the glass and squish you first.  If you are able to survive this triple threat, little bug friend, well… you deserve to live in my house and i will fear you as long as i dwell here.

I didn’t mean to go off on such a tangent.  I was simply going to tell you, that if there was a fly in my studio, this is what it might see.  (if it didn’t have all those creepy little eyeballs).

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e.j.l. xo