mom in the 60's and my rant on plastic surgery

a little watercolour of mom in the early 1960's...

I think women were so beautiful then.

Natural beauties.

Unlike today,

where almost everyone has a fake something 

by the age of 50.

at least in Hollywood.

Actually, in Hollywood, it's by the age of 30.

I laugh whenever i see celebrities

who look more and more alike

with their plastic nose jobs

and joker-like smiles.

nah... that's definitely not beauty.

and just in case you feel like laughing too...

(welcome to my dark side!)

Carrot Top...

Joan Rivers

Kenny Rogers

Melanie Griffith

this one may make you cry rather than laugh...

Michael Jackson

How can anyone look up to this as

something they want to become?

Can you say: delusional?

Let's all try to focus on the parts that really matter, kay?

Like our hearts

and our minds

and yes, our wrinkles... :-)

Because to wrinkle is to be human. :-)

Lily of the West

A song that i love by the Chieftains and Mark Knopfler (from Dire Straits)

post Christmas or post snowstorm blues?

hi everyone!

Happy New Year!

Christmas may be over with,

but our tree is still up.

I've come to the conclusion

that i may be lazy. ;-)

So we've had 2 snowstorms since Christmas.

You know it's gonna be a long day when it's the beginning of the storm

and this is what you see when you open the door. 

Welcome to eastern Canada... :-)

My son and his girlfriend, making a snowman.

Living in the Maritimes means you either learn to find things to do in the snow
(for at least 4 months a year)
or you go insane.

Many choose to go insane. ;-)

Putting the finishing touches on Mr. Snowman.

The day after, when things had calmed down...

I've been a little scattered lately,
having a harder time focusing my attention on one thing.

I normally love the period between Christmas and New Year...

a wonderfully quiet and creative week for me.

But this year felt a little more lonely somehow - 

and less creative.

To be expected, i guess...

I'm not big on drama, so whenever i feel like things are

a little too heavy,

i go for a nice long walk in the cold

or i put on some great music,

or have a glass of wine,

and if i feel like i can carry the weight,

i just sit with the heaviness for a while

until it feels like it has something to say

and then i write about it.

I never let myself get too down for too long.

Life is just too damn precious for that.

Oh, and for the record - i no longer pray.

This holiday season was so different in so many ways for me...

i wanted to send you ALL individual greetings (before Dec 25!)

to let you know how much i've appreciated having each and every one of you here during the past year.

I didn't manage to do this, so i'm telling you all now.

THANK YOU. MERCI.

For being here,

for reading my rants,

for taking the time to comment, 

for sharing your stories,

for making me feel like MY stories matter.

I wish you all a year of sparkles and rainbows

and maybe even the occasional unicorn! ;-)

xox