‘ello, Loves!
How is your weekend going?
Today, Sunday, might just be my favourite day of the week (making a tie with Saturday.)
It is the day when we can sleep in till 9:30 in the morning and have brunch. We soon after have Community Work, which makes me feel productive, and then we have the rest of the day to lounge around and do whatever until dinner and study hall.
It is the day when many people are out shopping for whatever they might need, be it toothpaste or shaving cream or socks, and very few people are left at the school.
I grew up as an only child (both of my siblings are quite a bit older, and moved out) and my family is very mellow, so I love it. I also love staying home alone, and quietness, and that’s the closest I can get.
I’ve just made myself a batch of about seven different kinds of teas, all of them very random but surprisingly ok.
Speaking of which, something I discovered within the first few days of returning to school is that it is impossible to make decent chai tea with Silk soymilk. The vanilla/sugar/whatever-is-in-it-to-make-it-sweet completely ruins it, sadly…
---
At my school, we have “Creative Expression,” and “Physical Expression,” and book groups every Wednesday instead of regular classes, something I quite enjoy.
(a note on this, my week-mantra is that you try as hard as you can not to think about Monday, and then Tuesday is almost Wednesday, and then Wednesday means the week is almost over, and then Thursday is almost Friday, and Friday is almost the weekend.)
Currently, my CE is poetry writing, which I quite enjoy.
Our most recent assignment is to write a poem to be entered into a local contest, the subject of which must be upon humanity or nature or what it means to be alive and in nature and any combination of anything of that sort.
The prizes for the winners are pretty cool, 50$ for 1st prize, 25$ for 2nd and 15$ for 3rd.
The judges are legit poets, which I think is pretty cool.
I quite like this subject, because I can be quite bitter.
Pretty much all of the poetry I’ve written has been a bit bitter, a bit sarcastic even, but I try as hard as I can for them to show the thoughtfulness that I actually put into them, and to avoid as much as possible having them fit snuggly into the “emo poetry” category.
I’m sorry to say that I really rather abhor it. but I quite enjoy the word “abhor”.
---
I’m from the united states, and I’m incredibly embarrassed to be from here. I truly am.
Of course, I can appreciate the safety and freedom of it, but at least once a day I think to myself, “I gotta get out of here.”
Maybe not that often, necessarily, but often enough.
But for now, I can’t, so I’ve decided to commit myself to changing my vocabulary from things like “eggplant” to “aubergine” and “zee” to “zed”.
(the latter, of course, was a matter of pronunciation.)
And I’m trying my hardest to (in my opinion) correctly spell things like “neighbour,” instead of “neighbor” and “grey,” instead of “gray”.
I shall post a list of words and such that I can find, and please correct me if I make a mistake.
<3
xo
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Poetry, and other unrelated things... or, I'm a canadian at heart
‘ello, Loves!
How is your weekend going?
Today, Sunday, might just be my favourite day of the week (making a tie with Saturday.)
It is the day when we can sleep in till 9:30 in the morning and have brunch. We soon after have Community Work, which makes me feel productive, and then we have the rest of the day to lounge around and do whatever until dinner and study hall.
It is the day when many people are out shopping for whatever they might need, be it toothpaste or shaving cream or socks, and very few people are left at the school.
I grew up as an only child (both of my siblings are quite a bit older, and moved out) and my family is very mellow, so I love it. I also love staying home alone, and quietness, and that’s the closest I can get.
I’ve just made myself a batch of about seven different kinds of teas, all of them very random but surprisingly ok.
Speaking of which, something I discovered within the first few days of returning to school is that it is impossible to make decent chai tea with Silk soymilk. The vanilla/sugar/whatever-is-in-it-to-make-it-sweet completely ruins it, sadly…
---
At my school, we have “Creative Expression,” and “Physical Expression,” and book groups every Wednesday instead of regular classes, something I quite enjoy.
(a note on this, my week-mantra is that you try as hard as you can not to think about Monday, and then Tuesday is almost Wednesday, and then Wednesday means the week is almost over, and then Thursday is almost Friday, and Friday is almost the weekend.)
Currently, my CE is poetry writing, which I quite enjoy.
Our most recent assignment is to write a poem to be entered into a local contest, the subject of which must be upon humanity or nature or what it means to be alive and in nature and any combination of anything of that sort.
The prizes for the winners are pretty cool, 50$ for 1st prize, 25$ for 2nd and 15$ for 3rd.
The judges are legit poets, which I think is pretty cool.
I quite like this subject, because I can be quite bitter.
Pretty much all of the poetry I’ve written has been a bit bitter, a bit sarcastic even, but I try as hard as I can for them to show the thoughtfulness that I actually put into them, and to avoid as much as possible having them fit snuggly into the “emo poetry” category.
I’m sorry to say that I really rather abhor it. but I quite enjoy the word “abhor”.
---
I’m from the united states, and I’m incredibly embarrassed to be from here. I truly am.
Of course, I can appreciate the safety and freedom of it, but at least once a day I think to myself, “I gotta get out of here.”
Maybe not that often, necessarily, but often enough.
But for now, I can’t, so I’ve decided to commit myself to changing my vocabulary from things like “eggplant” to “aubergine” and “zee” to “zed”.
(the latter, of course, was a matter of pronunciation.)
And I’m trying my hardest to (in my opinion) correctly spell things like “neighbour,” instead of “neighbor” and “grey,” instead of “gray”.
I shall post a list of words and such that I can find, and please correct me if I make a mistake.
<3
xo
How is your weekend going?
Today, Sunday, might just be my favourite day of the week (making a tie with Saturday.)
It is the day when we can sleep in till 9:30 in the morning and have brunch. We soon after have Community Work, which makes me feel productive, and then we have the rest of the day to lounge around and do whatever until dinner and study hall.
It is the day when many people are out shopping for whatever they might need, be it toothpaste or shaving cream or socks, and very few people are left at the school.
I grew up as an only child (both of my siblings are quite a bit older, and moved out) and my family is very mellow, so I love it. I also love staying home alone, and quietness, and that’s the closest I can get.
I’ve just made myself a batch of about seven different kinds of teas, all of them very random but surprisingly ok.
Speaking of which, something I discovered within the first few days of returning to school is that it is impossible to make decent chai tea with Silk soymilk. The vanilla/sugar/whatever-is-in-it-to-make-it-sweet completely ruins it, sadly…
---
At my school, we have “Creative Expression,” and “Physical Expression,” and book groups every Wednesday instead of regular classes, something I quite enjoy.
(a note on this, my week-mantra is that you try as hard as you can not to think about Monday, and then Tuesday is almost Wednesday, and then Wednesday means the week is almost over, and then Thursday is almost Friday, and Friday is almost the weekend.)
Currently, my CE is poetry writing, which I quite enjoy.
Our most recent assignment is to write a poem to be entered into a local contest, the subject of which must be upon humanity or nature or what it means to be alive and in nature and any combination of anything of that sort.
The prizes for the winners are pretty cool, 50$ for 1st prize, 25$ for 2nd and 15$ for 3rd.
The judges are legit poets, which I think is pretty cool.
I quite like this subject, because I can be quite bitter.
Pretty much all of the poetry I’ve written has been a bit bitter, a bit sarcastic even, but I try as hard as I can for them to show the thoughtfulness that I actually put into them, and to avoid as much as possible having them fit snuggly into the “emo poetry” category.
I’m sorry to say that I really rather abhor it. but I quite enjoy the word “abhor”.
---
I’m from the united states, and I’m incredibly embarrassed to be from here. I truly am.
Of course, I can appreciate the safety and freedom of it, but at least once a day I think to myself, “I gotta get out of here.”
Maybe not that often, necessarily, but often enough.
But for now, I can’t, so I’ve decided to commit myself to changing my vocabulary from things like “eggplant” to “aubergine” and “zee” to “zed”.
(the latter, of course, was a matter of pronunciation.)
And I’m trying my hardest to (in my opinion) correctly spell things like “neighbour,” instead of “neighbor” and “grey,” instead of “gray”.
I shall post a list of words and such that I can find, and please correct me if I make a mistake.
<3
xo
Finally! A post! or, Cactus-Hunting (the latest sport)
‘ello, Loves!
It’s been quite a while, has it not?
Now that I’m at boarding school, it’s grown incredibly difficult to post.
But I do rather enjoy posting my little diddles, and I felt I owed something, however small.
Here you are.
<3
Once, there was a small poppet named Elgar Jameson. He resided in a cave, instead of a proper home, but he didn’t mind it because he had never lived in a house, and so had nothing to compare it to.
The cave was quite nice, for it was always dry, no matter the weather.
The walls were something he was quite proud of, for they were covered in murals and paintings and all manner of things like that. Whenever he got bored of one painting, he could just paint over it. in this manner, he grew to become a great artist.
It was cool in the summer, and warm and cozy and toasty in the winter.
His bed was a soft little nest of leaves and feathers and dried flowers.
This boy Elgar dearly loved flowers, and planted a great many in his cave-home, so it always smelled fresh and floral. Along with the flowers, he grew a great many vegetables and fruits, so he never had to end a creature’s life.
Though he never lived with any other poppet, he was never lonely for company, because besides his flora, he resided with his pet-friends, a bird named Matilda and a goldfish named Giraffe-Man. Both of these had been living with him for quite a while, and they had all grown quite close.
Where we see him now is walking through the forest, Matilda upon Elgar’s shoulder and Giraffe-Man in a large glass bowl.
Today, the poppet was going cactus-hunting.
If you’ve never heard of Cactus-Hunting, it’s the latest sport in woodland folk, in which one explores all about thy neighbourhood in search of the aforesaid succulents. When you find one, you plant exactly one daisy near the cactus. Once you’re finished, you return to thy home, to come back every day to care for the daisy. The two plants eventually grow to be great friends.
Once they have, the game is done.
Twas a game invented by Elgar, the charming little lad.
The End.
xo
It’s been quite a while, has it not?
Now that I’m at boarding school, it’s grown incredibly difficult to post.
But I do rather enjoy posting my little diddles, and I felt I owed something, however small.
Here you are.
<3
Once, there was a small poppet named Elgar Jameson. He resided in a cave, instead of a proper home, but he didn’t mind it because he had never lived in a house, and so had nothing to compare it to.
The cave was quite nice, for it was always dry, no matter the weather.
The walls were something he was quite proud of, for they were covered in murals and paintings and all manner of things like that. Whenever he got bored of one painting, he could just paint over it. in this manner, he grew to become a great artist.
It was cool in the summer, and warm and cozy and toasty in the winter.
His bed was a soft little nest of leaves and feathers and dried flowers.
This boy Elgar dearly loved flowers, and planted a great many in his cave-home, so it always smelled fresh and floral. Along with the flowers, he grew a great many vegetables and fruits, so he never had to end a creature’s life.
Though he never lived with any other poppet, he was never lonely for company, because besides his flora, he resided with his pet-friends, a bird named Matilda and a goldfish named Giraffe-Man. Both of these had been living with him for quite a while, and they had all grown quite close.
Where we see him now is walking through the forest, Matilda upon Elgar’s shoulder and Giraffe-Man in a large glass bowl.
Today, the poppet was going cactus-hunting.
If you’ve never heard of Cactus-Hunting, it’s the latest sport in woodland folk, in which one explores all about thy neighbourhood in search of the aforesaid succulents. When you find one, you plant exactly one daisy near the cactus. Once you’re finished, you return to thy home, to come back every day to care for the daisy. The two plants eventually grow to be great friends.
Once they have, the game is done.
Twas a game invented by Elgar, the charming little lad.
The End.
xo
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Off to school...
'ello, Loves!
yes, I'm off to school. indeed.
*sadness*
so this post is shorter...
xo
yes, I'm off to school. indeed.
*sadness*
so this post is shorter...
xo
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Can I have a giant muffin-sized hug?
God help me.
I'm gonna cry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuTV73QACZc&feature=related
that is all.
ever thine,
xo
I'm gonna cry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuTV73QACZc&feature=related
that is all.
ever thine,
xo
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Things that make me a complete idiot
'ello, Loves!
So, things that make me a complete idiot.
there are a great many.
one of which, I shall tell you.
Because I am in the safety of my room, the shades are up and it's sunny (but not too sunny), I am sitting upon not one, but two comforters, my stuffed animal Rat is sleeping next to me (he dearly loves the clicky-clack of the keyboard, dear thing), I've just been reading the Toby posts of A Cup Of Jo (http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/search/label/toby), I've got playing Mechanical Music Hall whatnot (http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/burlington-bertie-from-bow/id260578820?i=260578857&ign-mpt=uo%3D4) and it's been a pretty good day so far, I can describe in great detail.
I like to think of myself as a part of the Gothic subculture, at least having the Gothy-mindset (http://www.gothic-charm-school.com/) but I am a bit f a failure as a stereotype. the subject at fault is the ability to watch and handle horror movies.
I know what I can handle.
something I could not (and cannot) was The Ring.
at boarding school, we have "movie night" every tuesday and Friday. on one such occasion, the aforesaid film had been chosen.
I was ecstatic. I was overjoyed. I pranced about the halls (not really) and bounced around in my dorm room (yes really).
as I said, I could not handle it. But I stayed the entire time.
the reason I cannot handle such movies is this: my mind.
last night, I watched Cloverfield. on a number-line of "yes/no, I can/can't watch this" 1+ being yes, -1 and down being no, that movie was -1 to -3. pretty OK, until two in the morning when it was pitch black (I have those blackout shades) and I was just about to fall asleep when my ipod, which was sitting on my nightstand, turned on for just a moment. it turned on, and the screen went black again in 5 seconds. less then that, probably.
I was paralyzed.
I lay in bed, unable to move, for fear of a girl standing behind me, that creepy-arse son of the detective-whatever woman, scenes and lines echoing in my head, the insects from Cloverfield crawling over the ceiling, something grabbing or stabbing my foot if it got out from underneath the comforters.
it took me an hour to turn on the light. not even joking.
other things that freak me out are pulling up shades. (there's got to be someone peering into my window, waiting for me to pull open the shades...) I believe that this fear cam about from a mix of seeing a kodak commercial of a mom taking a picture of three girls, who were standing with their backs to a large window. she looked at the picture, and in the window was a man with a crowbar, smiling, and a childhood viewing of The Nightmare Room.
opening my bedroom door at night (though I've gotten over that), turning on a light in a dark room, as mentioned earlier, because do I really what to see what's hiding in the dark?, and the basement/storage room of my school.
that's generally where I practice my violin, because it's very private.
there's a door at the end of it, leading outside up some stairs. at night, there's this ominously yellow lights in the window of the door, and it makes the entire room look like it's out of a Saw movie. especially this one "cave," a room that's all dark and has a metal fence over part of it. it's creepy as shyte. I generally practice standing next to the door.
once, I was practicing, and the generator or whatever stopped buzzing, and it was really silent, and then something in that room made this loud noise (probably a mouse-trap) and I actually ran out of the room, leaving my violin, my phone and my sweatshirt. of course, I had to to back in to get them, but I finished practicing in this one corner of the basement (outside of the storage room) where a bunch of guitars and stereos were.
whenever I'm in there alone, I get really paranoid, and almost have a heart attack, and then the person who came in is all like "what's wrong with you??" and stuff...
and being in a dark room doing something and I look up, and someone is standing over me. I'm afraid of that because it's happened many a time.
so...
that's what freaks me out, turning me into a complete idiot.
how bout you?
good day!
xo
P.S.
I have a new lonely friend painting, I'm thinking of making a series...?
So, things that make me a complete idiot.
there are a great many.
one of which, I shall tell you.
Because I am in the safety of my room, the shades are up and it's sunny (but not too sunny), I am sitting upon not one, but two comforters, my stuffed animal Rat is sleeping next to me (he dearly loves the clicky-clack of the keyboard, dear thing), I've just been reading the Toby posts of A Cup Of Jo (http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/search/label/toby), I've got playing Mechanical Music Hall whatnot (http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/burlington-bertie-from-bow/id260578820?i=260578857&ign-mpt=uo%3D4) and it's been a pretty good day so far, I can describe in great detail.
I like to think of myself as a part of the Gothic subculture, at least having the Gothy-mindset (http://www.gothic-charm-school.com/) but I am a bit f a failure as a stereotype. the subject at fault is the ability to watch and handle horror movies.
I know what I can handle.
something I could not (and cannot) was The Ring.
at boarding school, we have "movie night" every tuesday and Friday. on one such occasion, the aforesaid film had been chosen.
I was ecstatic. I was overjoyed. I pranced about the halls (not really) and bounced around in my dorm room (yes really).
as I said, I could not handle it. But I stayed the entire time.
the reason I cannot handle such movies is this: my mind.
last night, I watched Cloverfield. on a number-line of "yes/no, I can/can't watch this" 1+ being yes, -1 and down being no, that movie was -1 to -3. pretty OK, until two in the morning when it was pitch black (I have those blackout shades) and I was just about to fall asleep when my ipod, which was sitting on my nightstand, turned on for just a moment. it turned on, and the screen went black again in 5 seconds. less then that, probably.
I was paralyzed.
I lay in bed, unable to move, for fear of a girl standing behind me, that creepy-arse son of the detective-whatever woman, scenes and lines echoing in my head, the insects from Cloverfield crawling over the ceiling, something grabbing or stabbing my foot if it got out from underneath the comforters.
it took me an hour to turn on the light. not even joking.
other things that freak me out are pulling up shades. (there's got to be someone peering into my window, waiting for me to pull open the shades...) I believe that this fear cam about from a mix of seeing a kodak commercial of a mom taking a picture of three girls, who were standing with their backs to a large window. she looked at the picture, and in the window was a man with a crowbar, smiling, and a childhood viewing of The Nightmare Room.
opening my bedroom door at night (though I've gotten over that), turning on a light in a dark room, as mentioned earlier, because do I really what to see what's hiding in the dark?, and the basement/storage room of my school.
that's generally where I practice my violin, because it's very private.
there's a door at the end of it, leading outside up some stairs. at night, there's this ominously yellow lights in the window of the door, and it makes the entire room look like it's out of a Saw movie. especially this one "cave," a room that's all dark and has a metal fence over part of it. it's creepy as shyte. I generally practice standing next to the door.
once, I was practicing, and the generator or whatever stopped buzzing, and it was really silent, and then something in that room made this loud noise (probably a mouse-trap) and I actually ran out of the room, leaving my violin, my phone and my sweatshirt. of course, I had to to back in to get them, but I finished practicing in this one corner of the basement (outside of the storage room) where a bunch of guitars and stereos were.
whenever I'm in there alone, I get really paranoid, and almost have a heart attack, and then the person who came in is all like "what's wrong with you??" and stuff...
and being in a dark room doing something and I look up, and someone is standing over me. I'm afraid of that because it's happened many a time.
so...
that's what freaks me out, turning me into a complete idiot.
how bout you?
good day!
xo
P.S.
I have a new lonely friend painting, I'm thinking of making a series...?
Monday, January 3, 2011
Things to do with Solemn Pig...
'ello loves!
I've recently gotten hung up on Solemn Pig, and I felt he needed a story.
As do we all.
Once, in a far off land (perhaps japan or italy or Australia, but no one really knows), the widowed Mother Rabbit had a second batch of baby bunnies. Amongst this batch was Solemn Pig, named for his eternal somberness, but also his great physical similarity to Piglet, from the other bunnies favourite story, Whinnie the Pooh. He was indeed, quite somber, and was generally left alone to his own musings by the other bunnies. He didn't mind much, for he liked the quiet. He wasn't allowed to wander too far off, always in view of the other bunnies, and he didn't mind that much either, for he felt safer knowing he wasn't completely alone. one day, as he was sitting in a cherry tree daydreaming and watching the bunnies play, a crow flew down next to Solemn Pig.
"good day to you," said the crow, for he was a very polite personage.
"good day," replied Solemn Pig, equally as polite, but little unsure, because he knew he wasn't to speak to strangers.
"what are you doing up here by yourself? why aren't you playing with the other little rabbits?" the crow asked.
"their simple games do not interest me. I prefer the quiet and the gentle. they don't understand me." said Solemn Pig, sighing.
"poor dear. come now, you're young. don't you yearn for adventure? don't you wish for a life other then this?"
said Solemn Pig, "I suppose so... but where would I go? where would accept me, for all my soberness? All I ask for is someone to understand me, my ways, my hopes and needs. where can I go to find this?"
the wise old crow thought for a moment. in this youthful little bunny-rabbit, he saw an ancient soul, exhausted from endless wandering. "no one can truly find that, Solemn Pig. the world is full of pain and unhappiness, but it is also full of love and joy. no one can look for just love, just joy, for they will be disappointed at the lack of perfection, possibly growing bitter, finding themselves unable to love or be loved. to exist, the universe requires equality, balance and order. those three things are what you must search for. Worry not for your future, Solemn Pig. I can see great possibilities in you!" and with that, the old crow flew off into the skies.
the end.
now go tell it to your kids!
xo
I've recently gotten hung up on Solemn Pig, and I felt he needed a story.
As do we all.
Once, in a far off land (perhaps japan or italy or Australia, but no one really knows), the widowed Mother Rabbit had a second batch of baby bunnies. Amongst this batch was Solemn Pig, named for his eternal somberness, but also his great physical similarity to Piglet, from the other bunnies favourite story, Whinnie the Pooh. He was indeed, quite somber, and was generally left alone to his own musings by the other bunnies. He didn't mind much, for he liked the quiet. He wasn't allowed to wander too far off, always in view of the other bunnies, and he didn't mind that much either, for he felt safer knowing he wasn't completely alone. one day, as he was sitting in a cherry tree daydreaming and watching the bunnies play, a crow flew down next to Solemn Pig.
"good day to you," said the crow, for he was a very polite personage.
"good day," replied Solemn Pig, equally as polite, but little unsure, because he knew he wasn't to speak to strangers.
"what are you doing up here by yourself? why aren't you playing with the other little rabbits?" the crow asked.
"their simple games do not interest me. I prefer the quiet and the gentle. they don't understand me." said Solemn Pig, sighing.
"poor dear. come now, you're young. don't you yearn for adventure? don't you wish for a life other then this?"
said Solemn Pig, "I suppose so... but where would I go? where would accept me, for all my soberness? All I ask for is someone to understand me, my ways, my hopes and needs. where can I go to find this?"
the wise old crow thought for a moment. in this youthful little bunny-rabbit, he saw an ancient soul, exhausted from endless wandering. "no one can truly find that, Solemn Pig. the world is full of pain and unhappiness, but it is also full of love and joy. no one can look for just love, just joy, for they will be disappointed at the lack of perfection, possibly growing bitter, finding themselves unable to love or be loved. to exist, the universe requires equality, balance and order. those three things are what you must search for. Worry not for your future, Solemn Pig. I can see great possibilities in you!" and with that, the old crow flew off into the skies.
the end.
now go tell it to your kids!
xo
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Shyte happens! it just does!
'ello, Lovelies!
have you ever gotten all excited and revved up to go somewhere, and you walk there and it's really cold out but you just don't care, and then you awkwardly stand at a street-ligh on a busy street waiting for the "yes, little walkers, you can walk across the street now!" light, but it's just the "no, don't walk, little walkers, you'll DIE!" light and people are looking at you like "mkay, is she gonna go now or not?" and your mind is screaming "aahh! shall I go or not? because people are turning, and I really don't want to die or anything?" so you have to wait till all of the lights turn red and the street-light to go the other direction goes through it's little cycle (including letting pedestrians walk!) and then you go at the "no, don't walk no, little walkers, you'll DIE!" light because you're tired of standing there awkwardly, and then you finally get there and it's closed...?
that happened to me today.
it rather sucked.
anyway...
news!
news for you lovelies!
Solemn Pig has allowed a small portrait to be made of him, and it shall be up as soon as it dries!
happy news indeed!
xo
have you ever gotten all excited and revved up to go somewhere, and you walk there and it's really cold out but you just don't care, and then you awkwardly stand at a street-ligh on a busy street waiting for the "yes, little walkers, you can walk across the street now!" light, but it's just the "no, don't walk, little walkers, you'll DIE!" light and people are looking at you like "mkay, is she gonna go now or not?" and your mind is screaming "aahh! shall I go or not? because people are turning, and I really don't want to die or anything?" so you have to wait till all of the lights turn red and the street-light to go the other direction goes through it's little cycle (including letting pedestrians walk!) and then you go at the "no, don't walk no, little walkers, you'll DIE!" light because you're tired of standing there awkwardly, and then you finally get there and it's closed...?
that happened to me today.
it rather sucked.
anyway...
news!
news for you lovelies!
Solemn Pig has allowed a small portrait to be made of him, and it shall be up as soon as it dries!
happy news indeed!
xo
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