Monday Inspiration: Cleaning up

Hi Folks, I wasn't going to post today, I am caught in the middle of a huge cleaning/cooking/shopping working streak preparing for the Babe's Birthday Bash, but my clean office is calling to me so here I am. My Mother in Law and Sister in Law stopped by today and were ever so helpful, I had to get over my fear of letting the in-laws clean my house of course- which is a hard one. I get along great with my in-laws, we bought their house from them, even, and it's fine-(mostly) really fine- which is unusual I think.

Something about allowing my husbands mother to clean my house though makes me crazy. I can't figure out what it is- I don't hesitate to ask my father in law to help out with handy-man stuff. Plus this house is giant, with mouldings and doors that need dusting, it's a ridiculous amount of work- and I have other things to do that take my priority away from vacuuming.

I allow my mother to do alllll sorts of things around the house when she comes out, but I have a block when it comes to my In-Law. I know she wouldn't think less of me if she knew about my dirty oven, she lived here herself and knows how hard it is to keep this place clean( it was her full time job). For some reason I guess it feels I'm letting things slip, I'm not living up to my responsibilities -which is hard to think out because I don't really think my job is housework, do I? I am a card carrying feminist who believes in equal (if different) work loads in the household, my marriage is a partnership, and my husband is not mine to look after or 'mother' any more than he is expected to 'father' (hmmm...father used as a verb has a totally different connotation... interesting...) me, but for some reason this whole idea of my husband's mother helping my clean gets to me, makes me feel inadequate or something.

To be clear my MIL is totally cool about cleaning in our house, she is discreet and awesome, and in no way causes me to cringe, or feel bad, also she does a bang-up job, way better than I do, it's honestly a total treat for me to have her vacuum. Also, she cares about me, and genuinely wants to help me, so why can't I allow myself just to enjoy that? hmmm? That's something I need to work on, how do you all manage with your in-laws? do you let them clean?

Friday the 13th, and a black cat to boot

You'll have to excuse the blurry photos- capturing a baby and a kitten clearly is tough work- especially on their first meeting. They've mellowed out since this meeting. N instantly had a face of happiness that I've never seen before-a squidgy-eyed super-happy-and-isn't-this-the-best look, she was almost shaking with joy.

K found this kitten while he was driving to work, it was on the side of the road- and it has a few cuts on it's face and head- he said it's eyes were bleeding when he first got to it. Probably it hitched a ride under a car, then fell out. It's sweet, though I'm not sure we're keeping this kitten, a friend of mine fell in love with it- so perhaps she will be the new owner. For now it's sleeping out in our shop- chasing us around while we work.

Summer of Food : August

August is such a unique month, it's hot and hazy, things are reaching their maximum growing capacity, and it's almost fall- and you're almost looking forward to it cooling down. One of the reasons I love living in Manitoba is the change of seasons- we have very distinct seasons here- and July and August are definitively summer- but August is a little sweeter to me (not only because it's my birth month- as well as N's birth month). August is when you notice that the world is fertile- that the plants have started to set seed, that this cycle of life is continuing, it's at it's height in August.

It's comforting to know that August is always like this- blistering hot and humid- bright and buzzing and full of seeds and life, It's the last hurrah of Summer before Autumn comes in with it's cool crisp air and it's quiet nights, whispering about winter time blankets of snow. It's August that makes winter in Manitoba not only bearable, but even slightly welcome, because it's heat is so intense you can hold onto it all year.

Monday Inspiration: Luminaries

These luminaries are made by Lux Mineralis. The website is pretty cool- and the luminaries themselves are gorgeous- when I was searching pottery luminaries today I got a bunch of pretty cheesy hits- incense burners with cacti shaped holes- bad glazes etc. But then these popped up, and they so make up for it- and make me want to spend the day carving some stamps or pinching a few luminaries myself.

One Small Change- August

I keep on forgetting what month it is! I was all set to do a little recap on how my composting is going ( I'm really enjoying it- and I have a cute little bucket under the counter and everything) and then I realized that it's august- and I need to do another change! how the time flies. This month I'm going to save my seeds.

Usually I buy garden seeds- and I plan to buy some next year- but mostly I'd like to save some from the plants I enjoy this year. I've planted mostly Heirloom seeds so it shouldn't be a problem- I'm going to do a bit of research which I'll share about how my seed saving is going. Seed saving doesn't have a huge environmental impact but every little bit helps I suppose- it's a bit more of a financial change- plus I'll be assured that all my seeds are chemical free for next year and I think that any step closer to organic is a good one.

Cousins and Flowers

These are some pictures I took with my sister's 'new' digital SLR camera- it's nice- really nice (super macro! yay!)-I think I could take some serious photos with something like that. Though I do okay with my cheap 5.1 mega pixel (as though that extra .1 makes all the difference) digital (all the photos on the blog so far have been with that one) it's not an ideal camera. And now that I'm starting to use the camera more and take some photos I feel like I could frame (and potentially sell), maybe it's time for a new camera.

Although what really appeals to me is learning how to develop my own photos- and go technologically back in time with pin hole cameras, or glass plates. I think the actual hands on work involved in developing the film is what I crave- that's why I love pottery and painting and sewing it's about keeping my hands involved. Photography feels detached to me- though I am quite proud that I've started to get the hang of capturing some of the qualities of light I want to capture in photos- it's too cerebral maybe, and not enough physical work for me.

What kind of cameras do you use? What appeals to you about photography as a medium?

with a cherry on top

Hi Folks- I haven't been around for a while- things have been busy here- still are-but are promising to quiet down a little- I think. My Grandmother passed away last week- after a short illness- that was tended to so lovingly by her children. We heard about it while my nieces and nephews were out visiting us, and so we had a little toast to her the adults with a shot-( a tradition with K and I) and then I made cupcakes- gramma style- with maraschino cherry juice in the icing and a cherry on top- for a cupcake toast.

My grandma was wonderful- she was strong and true to herself- she always spoke the truth and never hid the things she did that other grandma's maybe wouldn't tell their grand kids. We all knew that grandpa was engaged to another girl before grandma went walking by in her tight sweater- that she manufactured their meeting by asking him for rides home, When her future mother in law said that she thought maybe Sy (my grandpa) was too tall for her, my grandmother famously responded with "I think he's just right". She was sassy and fun and told us all that she hated school too, she made the most mouth watering desserts, and was the life of the party.

Our family sings happy birthday crazy loud- with extra choruses of 'for he's a jolly good fellow', and loud trilling whistles- because of her- we say 'bingo' when something is exciting- or someone says something really true- because of her. We party late into the night- dance-and all know the words to 'the ants go marching' because of her. She was the glue of our family- our identity-our bond to each other- and we will miss her.