Wednesday, March 24, 2010

all by myself

What do you do at 3 o'clock in the morning while everyone else in your household is fast asleep? Why, write a blog post of course!?

I was recently invited by an online wedding publication, who felt us worthy of a feature in their online magazine, to submit pics to them to accompany their article. As I began sifting my way through the many gigabytes of photos stored on our pc, it occurred to me that the very location of My Painted Porch in it's constant state of organized confusion, has never to date been shared with anyone. And so this morning (or night), I thought to share some pics of my creative den...where it all happens, well...most of it that is.

While I write, I take note of all that surrounds me...a tube of my fave hand cream, my eyeglasses (it's an age thing), hairclips, an emery board, the usual coffee cup (or teacup...depending on the day), telephone, fax machine/copier, scanner, filing cabinet. This is where what starts as an idea, goes to paper with a sketch and graphics. Did I mention the area also serves double duty as my dining room :-0?!! But too messy to take a photo of...

It then makes it's way to my husband (my carpenter), who deciphers and traces my skillful hen scratchings into something recognizable (he also finishes my sentences on occasion), and the idea soon finds itself in our basement at the mercy of a saw. Also too messy to take a photo of...

With the form cut, and carried up 4 flights of stairs to the studio, here it lies awaiting my abuse. Also too messy to take a photo of, but permitted somehow, and so I did...


I LOVE my space!! It gives me a birds eye view of Athol Street, and our neighbors as they leave for their traditional 8-4 jobs, dressed fashionably with lunch bags tucked in arm, while I envy the thought of coffee breaks and lunch hours beckoning adult conversation, and comparisons of past weekend experiences along with the most recent fashion purchase. As I look down at my overalls, spattered in paint, the orders held in place with clothespins, and wondering if today is my turn to eat (hmmmm....actually, I think mine was yesterday), I remind myself that I wouldn't trade it for anything...EVER!! It can be a lonely existence, but I have the best boss in the world! And on many a fulfilling occasion, she has afforded me the opportunity to be creative, accountable, self-disciplined, focused, and challenged...for that I am so grateful!

I'm sure I'll find someplace to wear my new riding boots not too far off into the distant future...but I must say, they ARE looking rather trend-setting and funky with my kitty cat pyjamas!

Monday, March 22, 2010

the times they are a-changin'!

Hmmmm...I'm from the Maritime Provinces of Canada. When we speak of fishing, something many of our forefathers raised their families on, we mean some of our guys going out in a boat, or on the ice, with what is commonly known, maybe even universally, as "a 6 pack" of NB brewed beer, or Tim Horton's coffee, dangling toes in the cool waters from the stern of a canoe, or in the hot ice-shanty fires and that can burn the toes of your socks if you're Australian and not careful, to cast a line, or a net, in the sparkling reflection of the sun on the water, or on the crystal covered ice, to gain none other than, fish! NEVER, in my wildest dreams, did I dream that phishing, could ever mean, invading someone's website, with the intentions of stealing someone's private information, for the benefit of absolutely no common good, but for one's own lazy, greedy, ruthless and illegal personal gain.

As a Canadian, snowbound, and anxiously awaiting a Spring vacay with toes buried in sand, the sun shining down on us, ice-cold drinks in hand and Caribbean music swirling around our heads, as we try to figure out how to make the fins on the fish more indented without caving our 3 yr old's sand sculpture, I'm sure to be thinking that I personally know not much about fishing, or phishing.

Only this...

To the dirty dogs who phished our website and deemed it "account suspended" and inaccesible, shame on you. Didn't your fathers ever teach you the value of hard work for your benefits, and how to 'fish', the old fashioned way??