Like notes around the house.....

I found this post.  never published.  i thought a story was due & i love reminders of things that made me smile.

"ECCENTRIC IS THE COUSIN OF CRAZY........" that's what its about.  a single statement.


There it was.   Like an epihany of sorts.   It came  in a conversation with someone who happens to have a job as a counsellor. (which is quite funny).   I figured this person must have something to back up the theory.  So I asked.  What do you base that on?    I got a shrug, and then a smile and a then the chuckle..   That was it.    This person wanted to know my story.   Wondered why I was single as he had thrown out the "your a beautiful girl" compliment. ( THANK YOU VERY MUCH - JUST ABOUT FELL IN LOVE IMMEDIATELY)  
  He actually asked if I was crazy or something?  


 I said - not really crazy but probably a little bit eccentric and  that  was  how this vital piece of wisdom came up.  

    perception is interesting.  HOW WE SEE ourselves and how others see us -    

 I GUESS THATS WHAT MIRRORS ARE SUPPOSE TO BE FOR.   so we can check up on ourselves often.


    I would love to have a window into my own little world.   I am positive I would absolutely shudder.    


    I am a non-conformist. i amit it.    someone else told me i am a "euro-girl".   maybe its true. and that's why i feel unsettled at times.  why i do the things i do.

 off-beat is a good beat.

..... some times I wear things that  are a little "out there" - but i love style and surprises. why can't you sleep in a tu-tu or wear a skirt over pants?   really.   who makes all these rules.    

 Sometimes I act out and likely i shouldn't do that either -   but its purely fun and great for memories.   and acting out has many forms.   i am pretty well-behaved.  

  i caught a story on fashion tv about this canadian girl who has a blog called manrepeller.com    its not a relationship blog - its more about style.   clothes that women like and men hate. 
    i like a lot of the stuff she talks about.  uh-oh.
 so now i have another personna.....  manrepeller.   

not me... but totally could be right?

Leandra Medine

Love her spirit.

i am going to have to be careful because we are heading for multiple personality disorder here!  
  
 I like to listen to music in other languages even if I can't understand what they are saying.  in my head i am sure they are all love songs. 

  Its kind of like traveling to another culture without really leaving.  puts your head in a different place.  

There's a book about us -
 so we must be interesting.... or something.

What do i see?  what's in the files in julie's head?  here's a glimps. 

smoking bison.
the cig makes it for sure.

i would like to shoot these kinds of photos.

eatery called valentines.  in portland oregon.  i asked him if people fall in love here.

This goat has a heart
for a nose.
and on his knees.
do you think it helps
his love life?

   real outdoor carpet.   not fake .  its important.
like leather verus vinyl.     (Thats another blog topic. note to self)

and most of all I love people whose work inspires me.   and particularly those who are not afraid to share thier knowledge.  they are the true artist.  they will always be one step ahead of the pack.    there are people who walk on the trompled grass....  and there are people who clear the way.

Yeah!   i am going to this.    

photographer Kamil Vojnar

And one more great place.

a new fav.

LE MARCHÉ ST GEORGE

4393 St George Street

Vancouver, B.C.

www.marchestgeorge.com

A haven for artistic flair, amazing treats, lovely coffees and teas and so much more.

They call themselves a neighborhood grocery but they have events called "pop-ups".   sales of imported goods, art shows, chef in residence food projects and great conversation on any given day.

 What did I have?   ITALIAN ZEPPOLI  and a London Fog please.    

AMAZING.

THE END.

I can't find the key to my mailbox......

 I haven't emptied it in quite a while and I don't really know what is in it.   A lot of bills come electronically so I guess I don't have to worry about being overdue - but the good stuff is suppose to come in the mailbox right?    

 I wonder if there is one of these?

 I usually get some kind of internal prompt to look somewhere obscure for things I can't find and "poof"   there it is.     But no insight as yet.  

I have looked in my purses to see if its tucked away in one of the pockets.  I am sure it is.    Really sure.  In fact I should look again.     There are 2 keys on it.  One to the front door and one to the mailbox and a charm that says "ooh la la".       How can that go missing?     Kind of like these.   Anybody seen them?

So, while I have been leaving that issue in the back of my mind - I've noticed it's Christmas.
I feel like wearing this around the house.     Kind of a secret Christmas in my spirt.   It just wants to leap out - but I won't let it.

(Carla Coulson Photo.  Love her so much)

So I have been gawking at all the beautiful displays,  the lovely boxes of treats, the Christmas dresses, and the pretty lights.     There is just so much creativity and color.  
   I took some pictures on my iphone because I didn't have my camera with me  while I was wandering around the market. It's good in a pinch but I should know better than to leave it at home.  
 I had to buy raisons to make butter tarts for one of those cookie exchange things.   Which is what I am suppose to be doing now.    (Pastry is done so I figure its gonna be quick.  But really its not.  I play these games).

In the parking lot at the little mall  is Santas visiting house.   He's not there yet because I looked in the window.  But look what I saw.    It's so magical for kids.  

  I never told you about the little man I met at the dog park.  Well - he's been the Santa in this little house for 30 years.    It was the day before remembrance Day and he arrived with his very very old blind golden lab.   She was so lovey.   "Santa"  being the charmer he was - says to his dog....   come here girl and say hi to the pretty lady.      Doesn't charm always win a girl over?    Anyways - he told me he usually starts growing his beard in July of every year to be ready for Christmas.     Totally real.  He had the Santa tummy and a warm smile.   You could tell he loved to chat.   I asked him if he had any good stories from the experiences with the kids and he chuckled like Santa would and said  - "oh yes, but my memory is not so good about these things anymore".     He did remember a specific little boy who showed up for 3 years in a row in a santa suit.   Just stood at the door.  But this Santa said - he always went out to talk to the kids who wouldn't come in - just to give them that lucky Santa Candy Cane.      So this is the first year he is not doing it.   He is going in for heart surgery.   He says he's not worried at all.    In his 80"s.  Go figure.    What a lovely man.   So here's the look in his window.   His chair is there.   I can just imagine all the photo albums that have this view in it.  Santa in his chair and crying babies reaching for thier mom's.    

I love the lights at nite especially.   It's like the whole city is wrapped up like presents.  
 Inside the store I found this Grinchy little tree.    It made me smile.   I get the Grinch.  Totally.    He has been disgruntled by life but in the end love prevails.      Thank God for soft hearts and love.

Isn't it funny.  

 Cute napkins...    Wanted:  Mistletoe Volunteer......        I guess it depends who's standing in line for a free kiss when you be a volunteer.    Some people don't brush twice a day.    Just saying.    I wonder if that's why you don't see as much mistletoe hanging around.       We need more kissing I think.

I bought a snow shovel.     Just in case I need it.   My neighbor lent me one last year which I thought was very kind of him.  See - people still help people.   It's nice.      This year I am ready.   I'll lend mine out.    

And if I feel like it I will dig a big heart in the middle of the road to stop people in thier tracks.

I haven't done anything but let ideas roll around in my head.    I know the mail needs to go and I have to get it together.     What is the matter with me these days?      I have no power to stop the clock.

 
And clearly ignoring the situation has not made it go away.  

But this has helped me to see things as they are.     Still no key - but I know when that Letter to Juliet shows up - so will the key.  


Adieu.