Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr

My friend told me it was National Grouch Day...how appropriate. I am now officially a grouch. I had a very busy weekend. I managed to get 2 bedrooms back to what resembles a place to sleep, moved big piece of furniture back into the house and located missing under ware..(long story) I even took time yesterday to leave this mess and do a little retail therapy...ran errands, bought stuff for my son and ran over to Pier 1 for something homey..I have had it up to my eyebrows with sweaty dirty workers traipsing in and out and felt like decorating something..so I bought something smelly and I love it. Its called Island Orchard and living on an island it had just the right smell for me. I replaced the vase that got smashed with this lovely fish bowl candle holder and my house smells so yummy now. I spent about 10 minutes walking around Pier 1 with my sniffer in the air trying to locate that exact smell...was pretty funny to see I am sure.

Anyways this morning I woke up with a renewed sense of energy. I felt today was completion day and that soon I would have everything back to normal or close to it. Never assume anything..it only makes an ass of me and you. No floor guy, no tile guy, no stair nosing. The floor guy is at a stand still because the stair nosing has vanished, both parties claim the other guy has it. I now feel my poor little innocent stair nosing has become some part of a sinister cult and is under their spell..never to return. Around 11:30 my contractor comes to face the firing squad(me)..he can tell by my demeanor that I am seriously pissed. He said he could have phoned but thought that was chicken..duh...I now have stair nosing's out of town cousin flying in from Edmonton and he has gladly given up his freedom to lay about in my house. I have been promised the tile will be done by Wed.....I told him I no longer believe it but will hold out hope.....I am fed up and no longer feel like smiling...so its good it's grouch day..

here is my yummy new candle

I am convinced this toilet in the middle of my room will become permanent with all the issues I have had with these tile. I may have to decorate...perhaps I should use it as a lamp stand...maybe Martha will do a show around it.

P.S. I f you trip over a strung out and zombie like piece if stair nosing please contact me..I still worry about the little fellow.

A Nice Hot Bath

I can't wait.... I have a new tile man...the old was kicked to the curb(not by me) I let my contractor play good cop, bad cop. This man is new to Canada, doesn't say much, just smiles. I am sure he thinks I am one big wing nut. Being a Canadian, we are big on gestures and I talk with my hands. The sad news is the other fellow left a slight mess for this guy to clean up. Nice welcome for your first day on the job. He has to repair the mess, rip up some of the new tile and finish the job. He may be here awhile.

I am slowly starting to see the end in site. My other floors look great...of whats finished. It seems my stair nosing has been lost by the courier company now. I think the floor gods are against me on this job. To calm my mind.. I have told myself that my stair nosing is taking a little trip. It took it upon itself to explore this island and see what there is to see. It figured while its not opposed to laying around in my living room for the next 20 years....it first wants to see what this world has to offer. I know it won't belong before it finds its way to my home with its tail between its legs, needing comfort from this big scary world. Being so sheltered in the warehouse; stair nosing will welcome the safety and freedom only my home can offer it. A place where it will be placed in honor and free to lay about. Until then I wait for some form of correspondence...perhaps a small postcard would be nice.

Isn't it amazing what you can convince yourself...no I am not on drugs. I just have a vivid and some what whacked imagination.

I can't wait for the end of the day, when my work crew leaves and I finally have my house...whats left of it to myself. That's when I can relax, pour a glass of wine and slip into a hot bath....and spend an evening with Mr Bubble.

Etsy Forums Rock

I have to confess something. I am an Etsy forum junkie.


Every morning I log in and head right there. My personal fav is the Etc forum. I love the fact that people will put just about anything in there. From bitching about daily events to exploding joy over their first sale. I seen post about sex , political issues and just plain silliness. But what I love about is it puts you in touch with people just like yourself.


The life of a creative person can be a bit isolated, there is a lot of alone time in the whole process and its nice to know that out there, somewhere, in a small studio or a family kitchen table, there is a person that works with their hands and sees the world slightly like you. Creative people think outside the box, they have to in order to survive and think up all the work they do. When discribing myself I always tell people "I never color inside the lines"....

I have become an addict to this slight voyeuristic world of the forums. I have discovered a lot of very interesting people and things I just can't live with out. I have expanded my world and shrunken my bank account. With a coffee in hand, I log in and scan the ones that spark my interest. These forums have filled my time during this renovation and kept me sane and got me through. I have not been able to work on my art, so I have spent my free time snooping about, discovering new friends and shopping my heart out. To all who entertained me....I thank you. Your encouraging words has kept me sane and made me laugh. To all that I have shopped from...I thank you, and my credit card company thanks you too!

See you in the forums...

Sour Puss

I had one of my oldest friends from out of town stop in for a visit. She asked me why I was so cranky. I thought she was joking around. She said I had a miserable cranky look about me and what was the reason. I didn't think I was cranky...until I had time to reflect. What if you don't know how unhappy you are until some one points it out.

I thought long and hard about it. I do believe she is right. Is it possible to go along and do your thing only to realize your thing is making you miserable. And once you know what do you do to change it. Don't you wish life was as simple as a do over. You could just erase the chalkboard of your life and just start fresh. How do you peel that cranky look off your face....

Tile Gate...day 8

I drew this on my tablet, lets you know how board I am...how much longer before I can put some of my house back together and feel normal again. Today has been quiet, just the sounds of the saws and hammers and the occasional smell of burnt wood hangs in the air. I had to beak at my contractor about you know who today. We have come to a decision...ta da Tomorrow I am to get a new tile man. We have been pushed to the limit but it seems as a team the tile man and I don't see eye to eye. Of coarse it would help if he actually was here to look in to his eyes....but you get my point. The sad news is, his methods and others are not the same and so some of the new tile just put down may have to replaced. It's now a joke, you have to laugh.

I did some actual house work today just to feel normal. I never thought I would miss it, but I do. Dishes and laundry are a given, they will always be there. With all these men in my house it feels dirty. I have no room to work but tonight I should have at least proper beds in the rooms. I am feeling the need to be creative and since I have no place to work I will transfer those feelings over to cooking today. I have a roast marinating and making apple crisp and baked macaroni. It's times like these when comfort food is in order.

And so I leave you today with a sample of an old painting I did. The fields here are filled with pumpkins all in brilliant orange. Fall is here folks!

Guess Who Just Showed Up

The tile man arrived....it's well after lunch he goes home early but lets hope the 2 hours he has left he moves his ass...and now we do the dance of joy..

I Wonder

Can you put out an APB for a missing tileman....