gone fishing

Ma and I made a spontaneous decision to buy these three friends this afternoon. And what a marvellous decision it was. Yet to be named, these wee little fishes will hopefully be around for a while. We're open to suggestions for names! Please refer to descriptions below to make accurate contributions.



Assumed to be of African-American descent, this fish has black lips and a sizeable black mole on its cheek (if fish even have cheeks).



No distinct markings to be seen on this fish. She is quite dainty really though slightly neurotic.



Something about this fish screams 'I'm from the Middle East!' The black mohawk? Suspicious activity?

lady lou

For my Lady I baked these and sprinkled them with pink sugar and left them on her doorstep, hoping to make a day brighter.

the time to sleep

The soft pounding in my chest is refusing to resign. My eyes are heavy but will not drop and my cheeks are blushed from the almost uncomfortable heat being generated beneath this blanket. If I take it away I'll be cold. If I stay here I may overheat and self combust.
Sing me to sleep.

Azure Ray, Don't Leave My Mind

Hammock, I Can Almost See You

Marble Sounds, The Time to Sleep

stockholm syndrome

Take me back to Sweden.

hello friday

i despise goodbyes

A few tears for fear of all things and a touch of the lips to keep me waiting as you leave on a jet plane to Japan.

This song has been on repeat for at least an hour or two. 

Pathetic as I may be, I am somewhat lost for words to describe this foreign feeling. Knowing that my main Swede will not be seen in my eyes for four weeks. There has been only but several days in the last five months that I have not seen him. Please suggest crafty and/or happy ways to pass the time.

what we saw from the cheap seats

Oh Regina!
I made a wise purchase on the weekend. One I shall never regret. The newest album of the one and only Regina Spektor, What We Saw from the Cheap Seats. I have fallen in love with her all over again. Glory! If I could trade my vocal chords for any others I would choose hers.
Track Five is my favourite for the following reasons:
A. The oui bit of French featured (pun intended).
B. The cleverly crafted melody.
C. The terrific use of trumpets. I love trumpets.

ne me quitte pas, don't leave me

It is almost time. Days are growing shorter and moments are passing at great speed. How I wish I could fold you up and keep you in my pocket. In fact I would be content even to sit inside your pocket and feel your warmth until I'm ready to let go. You are too wonderful and life is near perfect when you are fitted in the frame beside me.

If you really must go, please come back. 

for the love of laughter

I love hiccups. They bring me so much joy. One day I sat alone in a train carriage full of strangers and suppressed an embarassed giggle at every hiccup that sounded from my tired body. A kind soul offered me water, which I declined on account of my attempt to scare my hiccups away with aqua was unsuccessful. For fifty minutes I hicced and I upped and I tried not to disturb the blue collar brogues and the high class heels that surrounded me, though I was secretly amused.
I have come to realise that my hiccups are never timely. Just the other day, in the middle of a recording project my hiccups returned. In the safety of my own abode and by the side of my one and only I was able to let laughter roar. It was contagious. It was blissful and it was happy. I wish I had captured the episode on film or even caught the simple sound of the two of us laughing until our tummys ached. I love a good belly giggle, the really truly hearty kind that goes on and on.
I love hiccups.