{new leaf}

i am making some changes around this. i have been away for a year, but i'm coming back. i hope to transform this blog into something to be truly proud of. i will:

-write articles

-post recipes

-post photos

-use this as a diary and a gratitude journal

- post my art

-post my poems

-promote my friend's art

-share websites and information

good luck to me

{autumn}

Macro of Fake Rain Drops on a Leaf
Originally uploaded by bitzcelt

i like toasty autumn weather. it has hit the point where all of the fallen leaves mix with the fresh air and make something beautiful.
and even though our fireplace
filled with smoke and spilled into the living room,
the living thing inside
made everything outside
a little bit better and more
m.e.a.n.i.n.g.f.u.l

and it snowed for the very first time.
but just enough to put the belated flowerers out of their misery.

{toasty}

No-knead bread
Originally uploaded by fuzuoko

lately, i have been baking bread for the house.
i like mostly the rhythmic punching down
the tenacity of the yeast in the dough
the smooth, soft surface
and the way i braid it into pieces and
watch through the little oven door
for the rising to start
and the edges to turn
it is simply too much fun
besides, i get praised for it most of the time.

{my my hey hey}

there is something very official about this start of school.

it is almost like somebody pulled own the curtain

on summer

before it could take it's encore.

it's a bit off-putting and

odd.

photo by UltraViolett on deviantART

I miss my summer. 

but i am in love with my autumn.

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye

{muffin}

today, i woke up at an hour

quite unlike anything i have experienced all summer

i made some bran muffins before the sun came up

and now i'm here, talking to you.

recently, i have debate with a friend the difference (or lack thereof) between a cupcake and a muffin. 

we both agreed that it was down to the icing.

{honest scrap}

i have received a challenge from Nicola over at Inside the Cabinet of Wonder. She has tagged me for the Honest Scrap award, in which the tagee (me) shares ten things that no one else knows with their readers. i'm not certain of how honest i should be, since i know for a fact that a close friend of mine is privy to this blog. but i'll try-try-try to live up to my own expectations:

1. i don't really beleive in happiness

2. i spend more time in my head than out of it

3. i have kicked my cat

4. when i forget to feed my fish, i get sick with guilt

5. sometimes i take the stairs even if i am exhausted

6. i live in fear of being sad

7. i'm scarred of going back to school

8. i get little shocks of anxiety all the time, with no reason or warning

9. i think i can be a very very mean person

10. i'm one of those stupid girls who is so obsessed with their appearance that they let things fall through their fingers

i'm supposed to tag ten other bloggers, but i don't really know who i should tag. so i'll leave it at this.

i had  little bit of insight and fun, right?

{monthly wishes}

♥ start building my portfolio for college/university applications

♥ keep my agenda

♥ write in my journal

♥ try EFT

♥ keep room manageable

♥ hone handwriting

♥ take care of my (new) haircut

♥ be nice to others and myself

♥ draw in the margins of my notebooks

♥ manage THIS THING

♥ make stuff

♥ take time to myself when i need it

{sweetheart}

{sweetheart}
Originally uploaded by bitterlemons

my Grandfather came in from london yesterday.
he blew in in a flurry of old leather and salt-and-pepper,
and our house has a way of being
shocked
by the energy he brings and the magical quality that he
reverberates.

he brought me a beautiful edition of the sonnets
on the cover, shakespeare
(with a full head of hair)
looks to young and beautiful
for the portrait to be
realistic.
and this morning, when i cracked my door to see if the house was still there
i found my own sonnet on the floor.

EMMA'S SONNET

there was a time my poetry meant more to me than bread

my metaphor more dear than pearl, my simile more rare.

i cared no more for common talk than silver boys for lead

why stoop to pray or rise to walk when there are wings and air?

and so i flew and wore the stars as diamonds on my chest

the sun a mere cosmetic then to turn my feathers gold

when others saw how far i rose, how remote from the rest

they'd wonder at my madcap dance and think me something bold.

and yet when i succumbed to earth my pinions scorched and sore

they'd barely noticed that i had flown nor heard a word i'd sung.

they'd drowned me out with chit and chat, diversions of the young.

mundane affairs as war and love and sometimes love and war

it seems to me we choose and choose when to ascend or no.

Today i dare to choose the plain.

It was not always so.

-Jack Winter

30 aug. 2009

{pearls and bokeh}

{pearls and bokeh}
Originally uploaded by bitterlemons

Visited Betsey Johnson in Yorkdale today.

The girl behind the counter said she liked my tights.

Saw a PERFECT wonderful, lustable, fabulous and frivolous tutu.

Too much money for my little wallet.

Ah, well.

Here is something pretty.

Hopefully, it'll send me to sleep, along with Emily Hanes'

Dulcet tones.

Tea Days

I love tea in stormy weather.

My favourite right now is apple cinnamon♥

If you want my heart

Send me blueberry tea in a

pretty bottle.