A Post Secret Project

Happy weekend my pretty people!

I hope all is well in your land, and either way, know that I am sending you some love.

This weekend, Linnie gets Laced has a lovely little experiment to announce, and no, we won't be growing any mould today.

You may or may not recall that my parents are crazy people (hey, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree). Instead of working to buy the big things they retired early and bought a boat. Then, they moved onto that boat.

They haven't lived a normal life since. Their life is spent sailing south of the 30th parallel (north). As we speak they are crossing the Gulf Stream, on their way to the Bahamas.

This lifestyle has some ups and some downs, but it suits their adventure seeking hearts.

For Christmas, I presented my parents with three of the Post Secret books. If you haven't checked out the Post Secret project, I highly suggest you do. It is one of my most highly anticipated blog feeds.

In a nutshell, Post Secret is a personal art project fuelled by the population at hand. Anyone can take part. Simply put your burning secret on one side of a post card and mail the card to Frank. The anonymous secrets are posted on the Internet for everyone to see. You can read the whole story here.

Well, my mother has taken it on herself to drop each one of the books in a different country. She has posted a note into each cover, asking the receiver of the book to read, enjoy and leave it for another to find. She, very thoughtfully, left my blog address with her note.

It will be interesting to see if we hear from anyone along the way.

Mom has just dropped the first book in Vero Beach, Florida.

If you have received a book, drop me a line, let me know whatever you want to. And please, pass the book along.

Compassionately cheeky,

L

Wordless Wednesday: Time for a Smoke (and a Pancake)

Music Monday: Walking on the Sun

Good morning,

To my friends enjoying the sunny south, take comfort in the warmth you feel. It is COLD up here! To my fellow Canucks who are even colder than I - keep your chin up, and covered.

There's nothing worse than frostbite on your chin - even giant zits don't compare.

With this cold I'm moving with the speed of molasses. Let's just say it's a mellow Monday morning.

To perk up my senses, I've chosen a bag of beats from the nineties. Enjoy!

Oh man, I miss the nineties. If I could live the rest of my life in flannel, band tee shirts and tube socks I'd be a happy girl.

Alas, it is not meant to be. My tube socks will have to remain under wraps (or sandals - my favourite).

Do you have a favourite style decade? What do you wear despite the horrified cries of your comrades?

Do tell, I love a good love story.

Freezing cold, but wearing flannel,

L

PS. Hi Mom! Miss you!

Wordless Wednesday: Spock Up Your Life

My Mid-January Resolutions (Because I Never Follow the Crowd)

Right now I allow myself to be dominated by a fire that stole my belongings, and what I thought was my life.

As you can imagine, it really only stole what I let it (in a philosophical sense of course, I had no choice in the flame-licking fun).

And so, it is necessary that I declare death on the past, for it really is dead (or crispy, if you will).

I need to be focussed on the now and the "what will be", because allowing death to dominate does nothing but kill my knowledge.

"Knowledge is thirst" and I think I need a cocktail. A really, really big cocktail; I deserve it.

So please, my friends, join me on my journey from scared to striking.

This journey begins with two resolutions ('tis the season):
-> My nails (fingers and feet) will remain polished and pristine
-> My story, titled "Blown Apart", will be finished, and I will finally let go.

To start my life as a fresh faced wonder, I plan on purchasing some fabulous foundation (aka makeup). Nothing too heavy, and nothing to light - I need something just right.

Any suggestions ladies and gents?

Facing my freedom,

L

Music Monday: I Feel Like Crying

Good morning my cyber chums!

It has been pointed out that I have been unceremoniously absent from the internet.

Kids, I am sorry. I will admit, I am more than a little bit eccentric and I am only now becoming comfortable with the idea.

However, I digress. My oddities do not explain why I am more flakey than the plastic-wrapped piece of passion in your lunch box. No matter, this is the beginning of a discussion that has nothing related to music.

It is early and I need a shot of melody for my Monday morning. Today's pick is as far from last week's family friendly edition as possible, but I promise it will keep the heat cranked up.

I would make sure the kiddies are in another room for this music video.

I had to scour the internet, but I found a version of Chris Isaak's "Baby Did A Bad, Bad Thing". Enjoy (in whatever way you see fit)!

Funny story, that lovely young lady is actually famous French model Laetitia Casta. You may know her as one of the lovely Victoria Secret's angels, L'Oreal, Dior and Chanel, amongst other things.

Even funnier story, that purple polyester dude is wearing. At least black lingerie and red lips never go out of style - unless you are my Dutch Catholic grandmother. She still lives by the rule that nice girls do not need black underthings.

Do you follow any older than tradition rules? Are you an odd eccentric of your own?

I promise to be back soon!

Thinking about the taboo,

L

Music Monday: Bopping on the Beach

It's pretty cold out and it is 5 AM. Somehow, on this Monday morning I needed something really freaking happy, and yet mildly mind melting, all at the same time.

I will be rolling out of bed to The Beach Boys and "I Get Around". Check out the video to see what appears to be a digitally remastered video?

My granny used to blast this song from her little blue Ford Temp as we bopped down the street.

We rarely bopped in the snow. Granny only drove when the roads were clear. That is, until we got her the electric wheel chair.

Will you be driving, walking or commuting in the snow today?

Stomping to school in the snow,

L