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Some of my very first memories are those of being taught how to draw as a two-year-old. It's been a recurring thing ever since! I find there are more ideas in a day than there are minutes to explore them all, a happy conundrum, if ever. You'll find that I'm more curious than most, always exploring any number of things from the frivolous to the complex. I don't believe in boredom. Rather, varying levels of interest. I like helping people. And when that help intertwines with the chance to use design, illustration and perhaps a little paint, it's a fine day!

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“Butta”

You know that quote by Amy Poehler that’s been floating around a while now? Here’s my favorite portion of it: “I want to be around people that dream and support and do things.” I’m not a fan of faddish language when it’s used by pretty much anyone over the age of twenty-five- all those terms constantly peppered throughout Buzzfeed post titles. Feels like a desperate grasp at youth somehow, extra (see what I did there), though, I know, I know, it’s likely just a habit formed from lots of exposure.

The word “extra.” When used to denote negative, dramatical actions by others, it fits. Some though, try using it to level those that attempt anything of excellence, the doers being cut down by the do-nots. To do things (do things well, that is), requires extra- extra effort and ability. I’m of the school that’d quickly suggest that those that cry extra are, in fact, not enough. Not in their human worth, but in their all too human critical behavior. (Tell us how you really feel about it, Deborah.) Raising a fork full of cobbler, and dreaming of new things to support and do. ♦

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“Buttoned

Love this coat. Wore it when I was three years old. Donated it last yearish along with other items, but made sure to grab a pic first. The image unlocks memories that simply aren’t there without the visual cue- sitting in my little wood rocking chair, leaning up against the rough stone of the fireplace hearth near a tall poinsettia at Christmas. The soft fluff on my cheek when I tilted my head, and the smoothness of a glossy button in my fingers. I remember thinking the satiny lining was a secret just for me. The holidays are over, and I’m now nearly in the mood for Christmas! Let the new year ahead bring with it a little better timing. :) ♦

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As Sleep Creeps In

Sometimes Christmas feels a bit melancholy, and I once despised David Benoit’s tunes for The Peanuts that reminded me so. Now I love them, thankfully. Here’s another somewhat melancholy tune because melancholia sounds better when sung in French, from retro times past.

It was just Christmas a blink of an eye ago, and I was smiling internally all the morning through as I caught glimpses of the accumulated snow out my windows. Standing in the kitchen, I pressed down on a lemon, beginning to roll it along the cutting board to release all its juice before cutting into it for the sweet ginger syrup I was making for the blackberries. I’d just finished preparing an incredibly decadent Butterfinger pie the likes of which Bart would be proud. As I pressed, I looked down to find my hand wet and stinging, juice having found an invisible cut along my index. A first time for everything, there is, juice shot outta the skin of a lemon not yet cut- strength on my part or a lethargic lemon throwing in the towel early- you choose.

Squirrels are just daytime rats with a penchant for nuts. I gathered this while attempting to walk past the recycling bins this morning on the way to the car. I say attempt, because were YOU to be wearing my shoes on the (sneakily) icy pavement, you too may’ve spun ‘round twice, stumbled, and recovered just as I did. A solid 8.5!

I’m reluctant to stop watching holiday movies, as I started late this year. There’s one on in the background, even now. Someone’s late night/early morning shower has started in the building somewhere, which I find soothing to hear- the white noise of it, maybe. Trying not to be afraid of the new year ahead because there’s no use in that, but nevertheless. Hope brought me snow on Christmas, it can bring a heckuva a lot more. I want new and good things for my loved ones to start. ♦

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“Hope

And I thought I was done wrapping… just a few more added to the pile a bit ago. For those of you that love bits of tiny, white, frozen MAGIC that sometimes fall from the sky in bulk, join me in hoping for some come Christmas! The fact that it’s even been forecast is really gift enough for me. <3 ♦

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“Baubled”

So I enjoy a little jewelry-making and collecting from time to time. Some shown here, weeks back mid-reorganization. It was a happy hot mess of beadly bits and baubles abounding. Love how it looks a little like a Bohemian patchwork of quilty goodness. ♦

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“Worth

Fighting under the weatheredness while wrapping gifts, must stay alert for The Last Jedi later on. Stopped by the W. W. Seymour Botanical Conservatory in Wright Park – delightful experience- kind, chatty people, warmth, and plants galore! Highlights included a plethora of poinsettias and ginormous lemons and limes that greet you upon entering, hanging above from their oh so lovely tree. ♦

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