Posts Tagged ‘Sven’
April 7th, 2011
Mr. G, honey hustled me out for an impromptu lunch date today. The very best kind.
Then, he gave me these –
Spring is in the air, people. In the air.
Ornery Sven was not impressed.
I was impressed. Delighted. Thrilled. Gobsmacked.
Nothing impresses Ornery Sven.
I love the grass greens used in this Gerbera clutch.
Mr. G, honey knows his woman. The floppy, cheery Gerbera — Gerbera jamesonii — is one of my fave flowers. Right now, it is my fave flower.
That’s all you get today.
My head is down. My fingers are flying across the keyboard.
#amwriting
Elen
p.s. Oh. Please, don’t eat the daisies!
April 6th, 2011
See this bowl? Isn’t it pretty? Isn’t it shiny? Isn’t it orange?
You’re actually looking at the back end of this bowl.
Know what I use it for?
It’s my popcorn bowl. I know. It seems big, but you can dump the whole of the contents of the popcorn popper into this bowl. Sometimes, I even share it with Mr. G, honey. Sometimes. Okay. Most of the time.
Wanna see the front end?
Yep. It’s our Halloween treat bowl for the little tricksters who arrive at our door once a year.
Every time I walked by it sitting on a shelf in the basement, I felt bugged and bothered sad. It seemed such a shame for it to be sitting there 364 days out of the year.
So I repurposed it, or recycled it, or reused it, or something. Now it gets used much more often, and I get to eat the contents instead of giving it away to tricksy tricksters. I never eat their treats. I swear!
This is our popcorn maker.
We use it on the stove with the wet-pop method. That’s where you add oil to the pot. I know things. I love it. It has gears and a crank handle that moves a thingy on the inside that keeps the popcorn moving. I know. I missed my calling as a technical writer.
I cropped the wine bottle out of the image. I didn’t want you to think I was engaging in tippling in the middle of my workday.
Yes, you are looking at my favorite brand of popcorn. It’s not generic, but it pops consistently every single time. I’m sure you have your favorite brand. FYI — Orville doesn’t know I’m touting his brand. Orville doesn’t know me, and I don’t know Orville.
Different sources put the age of popcorn between 5,000 and 8,000 years. Either works for me. It’s older than I am. That’s all I care about.
That’s your Elen trivia for the day.
Right now I’m working on a short story that I’d like to repurpose into a place mat or a doorknob. Ornery Sven is on the treadmill thumbing the latest issue of Redbook. His lips are moving. He might be taking the Sex & Love Q&A. I can’t say. I’m busy over here tweeting blogging texting repurposing my short story.
In the world of shred, I’m up to the letter M in the 4-drawer. I’m thinking of upgrading to an industrial strength shredder. The red light of overheating is my constant companion.
Elen
April 5th, 2011
Every year, I hunt down an art calendar for my office wall. Something to inspire me. Something to stimulate. Something to make me smile. Something with color, imagination, power.
In 2008, it was Harley-Davidson. Sixteen months of motorcycles, baby, starting with September of 2007. My favorite was the FLSTC Heritage Softail Classic. Yum.
No, wait. It was the FLHRSE Screamin’ Eagle Road King. So many Harleys, so little time.
Edward Hopper, American artist 1882-1967 was my 2009 choice. I love his use of bold color.
Uh, oh. In 2010, it was Edward Hopper revisited. I forgot to change my calendar that year.
In 2000 it was COWBOYS by Christopher Marona. What’s not to love about cowboys? And there were many years of On The Trail Day Planners, by western photographer Kim Taylor, that I propped on an easel, never writing one day-plan within. I couldn’t. The images were too beautiful. I love her work.
This year, my wall calendar of choice is Inuit Art 2011 by Dorset Fine Arts — Inuit Art from Kinngait Studios in Canada’s Nunavut Territory. The image, Handstand by Shuvinai Ashoona (Stonecut & Stencil 2010), that you see there is what I’m looking at right now. Right now.
I gravitate to visuals to jump-start my creative juices. It’s my fruit smoothie for the brain.
That’s how we roll.
What about you?
Ornery Sven just strolled in. He’s a muse with a ‘tude. Sven is not a visual kind of guy. He’s more of a drop and give me 10 pages kind of guy.
I can read his mind. Must be the brain smoothie working.
Buh-bye.
Elen
