New Dawn

New DAwn

I can be quite a cheesecake

Although I have been longing for a freer,more creative, bohemian-like existence of late, I do love what what I am currently working on, and the life I long for can be achieved in little snippets from the hustle of it all.

Like spending an afternoon and creating blueberry cheesecake. Just say "blueberry" out loud and it seems to take you away to a cute and lovely place in the woods, dotted with moss and cool like a pebble on your cheek. Where I want to be, with all the merry creatures in my head. Hahaha. Really, I am quite normal.

If you must bake, make it adorable. hahaha. Life becomes so bearable then. And Dear Husband and Older Brother loved this too. I hope it made their lives bearable. Then that would just be the perfect cheesecake. Blueberry. Blueberry. Blueberry. (it doesn't even grow here hahha, It came from a can in the woods.)

My first birthday

Okay, this is quite late (last month), but I have fast internet now, so might as well post these. 

The spawn turned 1, and we just had to give him a party. Of course I was telling Dear Husband that this will be the last time we are doing something like this. Something like hiring clowns and the like, that is. Something like staying up all night creating cupcakes Martha Stewart (or Jackson Pollock) would approve off, that is. 

The little "guests" from the farm came in full force, and albeit not in the photos, but the parents came too. For on the onslaught of his birthday talk, the ranch residents all had one request (unanimous at that): a clown. For as it so goes, they have only heard of these humorous beings, and would really love to behold one up close.  

I cannot even begin to describe how hard it was for us to produce these living things in the realms of something called "our budget". But as fairy tales often go, a fairy godmother, or in this case a fairy godMother-in-law, gave the customary lechon as birthday gift. We also got cakes from his godmother and (surprise) one from the ranch crew (made by the Executive Assistant Yvette's brother, using icing that I loooove). That left us with a few extra gold shillings to spend as we so desire.

And a success it was for little Spawn! Who also got his first hair-shave that day.

My sister-in-laws got him a little truck to ride around in too, which made the day of his little guests. 

The clowns (there were two of them by the way, for the price of one mind you) performed magic tricks as well, and the ranch is still buzzing up to now about rabbits that come out of hats. Those that had witnessed the clowns arriving and getting ready are all sure they did not see a rabbit anywhere amongst their belongings. Crazy it may sound, I know it's a trick, but I too did not see any rabbits on their persons, coming or going. 

*sigh* How wonderful it is to be a mother, and to totally have the power of fairy dust in your fingertips and create magic. Thank you, Up Above. For this. All of this. 

The Masochism Tango

It has been a long time since I've done Illustration Friday. And just as long since I wrote an entry! LOL.

Well, it's the weekend and I LOVE WEEKENDS. It is when the banks are closed, and my creativity surges out of the roof like a sunbeam hitting a crack in a barn-wall. 

And twenty years later, I am still a frustrated illustrator. My characters have been so devoid of grace and emotion for so long that I am quite afraid they will not do anything by the time I hit the twilight of my non-existent career. Yet, we (yes, me, and them) toil on day by day, trying to create a world where charming, flowing movement is the name of the game and pirouettes are baby stuff. Apparently, my characters do not like this moving world idea of mine. They prefer to be stiff as boards and constantly making a mockery of my tireless imagination. 

Sigh. 

Did you ever wonder...

What can a sand dollar buy?

It can buy you a ride...

And your own special island..

And a heavenly burger...

And it can buy you time...

And do you believe, at the end of a day, a sand dollar can get you all this... but you still have some change in your hands.

And you wonder..... what can tiny seashells buy?

Economics should be this simple. 

Peace. Love. Dream. Goodnight our lovely world.

(i spent some part of my childhood near this place, and i am currently here visiting my aunts and uncles, whilst bringing my son to his first dip in the sea. such happy memories. for me. now him.)