Holistic Mommy

A friend had a good idea not too long ago. "You should do face painting at the kangaroo farm! My friend did it one year and made a ton of money!" I happened to be receptive to this at the time. I have actually gone through great lengths to learn about face painting in the past. In fact, I still have a sealed box of Snazzaroo face paint sitting at home waiting for it's moment to be opened.  I contacted the kangaroo farm... "Sorry, we have a face painter with us this year... Best of luck in your endeavours!" I let it go -- but remained open to any opportunities. Now, one month later an opportunity has risen! Face painting this weekend (that is FOUR days from now) and again on the First of June. That is, like, a week and a bit from now! I turned to Fairy Fox Designs on YouTube and got insight into what to put in my kit:   This is quite a list. Now, I know I don't have to have everything at once but I will give a good effort to put together an 'above and bey

Right now I'm watching comedy, writing comedy, blogging and sewing a fish. I don't mean I'm doing these things today -- or this week. I'm doing all of these things right now. Watching comedy is a part of my homework for writing comedy. I am sitting on my yoga mat -- which doubles as my pattern cutting and pinning area. I have jokes coming through, finally, but now we're onto Bernie Mac and his voice is distracting me. I should turn it off and put on solfeggio tones; however, that will bore me. I will keep the comedy on. Now, I am pulling up the pattern for the fish... But first, I'll get that blog post out of my head. I want to show some of the things I've been sewing... Here you go:

I kept a blog for nearly six years. The entire time, I wanted, I asked -- I begged for people to leave comments. Comments are validating and fun and when I saw notification of a new comment, or best case, three comments received, it was an exciting morning. This is what I blog for -- the comments. Now, it is 2018. The internet has sucked all of humanity out of our communities and households. People spend way to much time indoors. I do not want people commenting or tainting my funny, beautiful blog posts. Bring your burning comment to your dinner table --  or staff room, the cashier line-up or to your bank teller. This is a one-way blog -- but I'm grateful to spark conversation in your life. Now it's 2024 and I am starting to write here regularly again. I didn't realize I have been getting comments all of these years. I have to moderate them. There were a lot. Bots, spam, who-knows-what. Glad I wasn't paying attention. I deleted them all. And I'll delete more in ano

In celebration of my new job I made bean bags today. This is my second attempt at creating these little corn holes. I made a set last year for other children I work with... Those ones didn't turn out so well. Eventually the corners gave way and beans began to slip out. A true sensory experience to randomly find beans throughout our space over a period of a month and  half. Eventually we tossed them -- ha ha get it. These new bean bags are solid. I sewed them on my Janome QDC 8100 and followed the instructions a lot closer. I'm stoked to bring these into my new play place this week.  

My first art submission. Overdose Awareness Response Team booth at Arts Alive. I sewed patio cushions.                             One of my portal dreams. We lived here for three weeks in the Fall. I returned to stand-up comedy after exactly one year away.