Pretty Little Things and Poetry

This lovely little pile is quite the combination of things. I'll start off with the "Pear Compote" card which I purchased at Artstream Studios last night. It is a hand made block print by Pink Bathtub Designs. I wish I was keeping this little lovely, but my evil plan is to go back and get two more coordinating cards and framing them up into a little triptych for my sister in law. She's always sending me the coolest cards and I thought that framing a few up like art would be a sweet and easy present for her. I got the idea from listening to Cathy Cano Murillo's podcast on Christmas ideas last year.

The votive is one of the many candles that my mum and I made the other day, again for Christmas gifts. We made some larger ones, 5-6 inches in height, same diameter and a bunch of little votives. It smells delicious! I brought this one home to burn for my very own!

The stack of polka dotted fabric is the latest edition to my Amelie inspired kitchen. I actually got these quite awhile ago, I just never shared them on here. The green napkins were six for $1.50 and the red were four for $1.00. I love them!

Last night I attended the event at Artstream Studios that I spoke of before. It was such a lovely evening filled with dance, poetry and artwork. I ended up going alone and I wish that I had been able to bring people with me. For two reasons really, one because it was a great little gathering and two because I'm always so painfully shy when I'm by myself. I wanted to talk to some of the poets but I ended up lurking about and just saying hello to the few people that I know. This drives me crazy about myself. Once I know people I open up like a bottle of champagne, every bubble striving to burst all at once in excitement. But I'm so shy at first meeting. It's to the point where I don't even understand why or how I've met my closest friends - even my husband! Some people I can just talk to right off, and that's how it has always been for me.

Anyways, away from that little personal rant! I've decided that I really love listening to poetry, much more than I like reading it. And that's not to say that I don't enjoy reading it. I just think it's much more of a commitment to hear that voice of another in your head. To see those visuals that you did not dream up. It is ever so much more fun to listen to someone say it outloud. I think my brain is able to process this quicker, making the poetry more enjoyable. One of the poems that I heard read aloud last night I had tried to read earlier in the evening on the gallery wall, and I found myself struggling not to let my eyes skim. That's what I've become in this land of the internet - a skimmer. Impatient. But when read slowly and cautiously from the author's own lips it became a different thing. I was patient and attentive. So interesting to discover things like that about one's self!