Wednesday, December 28, 2011

So this was Christmas

Back home again, safe and sound. Skipping school, again, since I needed time to finish writing my business plan and port folio. Both, I am pleased to say, are nearly done. They need finishing touches, of course, but all in all, the point is there.
So I'm, like, relieved, and stress-free. Which is actually a bit strange, I've been stressed out for so long I actually got used to it :D

Anyway, it was Christmas, and I went home to celebrate. Mom asked me to make something for Xmas-morning breakfast, so I baked a pie. Tomato-feta-pie.

Turned out quite nice. Unfortunately, now mom might ask me again to bake something.

We have Christmas routines. I'm not the only one in my family... anyways, first, there's cartoons on telly. Then the Snowman is on. Then there's the Official Declaration of Christmas Peace, and then there's sauna. After that, we wait for dinner, and after dinner we open presents. That was the way things went this Xmas, too.

I wore a pretty dress.

mesh top: UFF
skirt and corset: hand-made from recycled materials 

My niece told me I looked really fancy. And then she wanted to put make-up on, too. Gotta love the kid <3

At dinner I realized it might have been a bad idea to wear the corset. Had to loosen the laces three times.

I got presents, too. Something I really needed... 

... something I asked for...

... and yarn, of course.

All in all (did I already use that phrase before?), Christmas was nice. A bit stressful, with all the noise and the pressure of school weighing on me, but nice. Not the Best Xmas Ever, but definetely not the worst one.

Next, New Year. I don't feel much like going anywhere...  except the sauna <3

Saturday, December 24, 2011


So. Home for the holidays.
I'm used to Christmas looking like this

 Photo by Jussi Syrjälä

White, and shiny, and pretty and sparkly. Pure. Innocent.
There's not a bit of snow outside today. I've eaten myself chubby, gotten myself into a chocolate-coma, and had a bottle-and-a-half of red, and still it doesn't feel like Xmas.

I even watched my prettiest, loveliest niece open up a pile of prezzies (jealous, who me? No!... well, just a bit) and still.
There's no snow.

It was white @ home. We had snow, 20 cms of it. But I didn't feel like Christmas at home, either.
It's probably a growing up-thing. Things are bound to change when you age. Innocence fades, routines take over, playing with sand sorta grows old.
And so do you. You grow old, and Christmas loses it's charm.

It can't be just because of the snow.
Could it be stress? Lack of presents? Lack of charm? Glamour?

I miss the way Christmas used to be when I was four.
I'd wake up at the crack of dawn, and wait for everyone else to get up, just watching the tree and the lights outside, the slowly fading night. And then there'd be porridge, and cartoons on telly, and The Declaration of Official Christmas Peace, and then the wait would begin.
First I'd wait for the sauna to warm up, and then I'd wait for the food to be ready, and then I'd wait for Santa. And everything seemed to take FOREVER, and that was somehow the best bit: the wait, and the feel of time stretching, and bending, and growing eternal.

Time doesn't stretch anymore. I think that's basically what's wrong with growing up.

Time doesn't bend. It just ticks by. Steadily.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna see if I can make it bend again <3

Friday, November 25, 2011

proving skillz

So. I got accepted to the course. Come Monday, routine will, once again, be completely and utterly shattered.
Luckily, it's only six weeks.
I can handle six weeks of waking up @ 6 am, writing a few sentences by hand while having coffee and getting dressed, then driving 45 minutes to school, learning for six hours and then driving 45 minutes to get back home.
I can do this.

I hope.

But that's not all, folks.

At the interview, a nice man decided I need a degree. So he took it to himself to get me one. Now.
Yesterday I met up with him and a nice lady from some school or whatever (I wasn't entirely awake when I went there so some things sorta slipped) and we Made Plans. Big Plans.

As a result, I must now make clothes, and a port folio-thingie, and then go before a panel and show my work, and if they see me worthy, I will get my degree.

Scary shit, once again. I'm really going to be a seamstress.

After the meeting I had to go shopping. Of course. I dug up red satin and a white lace curtain thinking I'd make two outfits for the test-thingie. And then I bought D-rings and pale green mohair and a black sewing thread and an orange fabric and a blouse. An H&M blouse, black and basic. It was size 36, and when I tried it on at home, I realized it's a tad big. Irritating.

So anyway, no pics, again, I'm lazy and busy. Must write and design.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Trust me, I don't know what to say

As you may remember (I had almost forgotten), I applied for a course a month or so ago. On Tuesday I got a letter inviting me to an interview.
The interview was yesterday, on Wednesday. I had a 24 hours notice to go. Very polite :D

Anyways, I don't like being interviewed. Especially not for a course or a job. I always get nervous and then I start to stutter and repeat myself. In general, I make a horrible first impression on situations like that.
Y-day was no exception. I went, I stuttered, I failed. But I was pretty, though. Maybe they'll remember that instead of the stupidities that poured out of my mouth.
This is what I wore.

blouse, tie & shoes: second hand
skirt & corset: hand-made

And then I went shopping. Didn't find anything, though, exept a bottle of wine for Friday. Carnival Syrah. I haven't tried it before, but the description sounded nice, so I decided to give it a go. Hope I'll like it.

So now let's talk about make-up. I probably said at an earlier time that I don't know how to do it properly. I've never found the right shade of foundation, so now I just go without. If someone gets bothered about my shiny nose, sorry, get a pair of shades.
In lipstick and mascara I trust, and sometimes I even line my eyes. With kohl. No liquid eye-liner for me, I'll just make a horrid mess and panic :D

Y-day I felt pretty, though. That happens a lot.

I don't think prettiness comes from the outside, after all. It's a state of mind, much like inner peace and self-esteem.

I think.

Wore earrings too. I've had rightie pierced six times, but the last time I tried to put on earrings, I noted the two on top had grown shut. So now there's four. Which is A-OK, and totally enough.
The earrings I wore I got from mom who bought them when she was young. In the sixties, that is. Does that make them vintage? Anyway, I like them. Big, but not too big, and pure silver.

A couple of days ago (was it Monday? I forget) a friend stopped by and brought me a pair of shoes. Pretty shoes. Warm shoes. HW happy.

Thanks Averna <3
So. Until next time. I promise to add photos more often from now on.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

the bliss brought by matter

I love shopping. If I had my way, I wouldn't do anything but shop, shop, shop, all day long, everyday.

Unfortunately, funds are limited. And hubby keeps reminding me of the impact uncontrolled shopping has on the environment. And stuff.

So I usually shop @ flea-markets. Mother Nature goes yay and I can spend all I like without going bankrupt.

Matter, I've found, actually brings bliss. A soothing feeling of everything being A-OK. All is well, I have a new skirt/top/ball of yarn/socks/fabric. The world will not come to an end, I've just bought a new hat/nail varnish/lipstick, and even if it does, I'll look good drowning.

I just shopped a fabric. Black cotton net. From the safety of mine own home. Must love the internet.

It's funny how only things you don't actually need bring on that "ah". Food doesn't do it. Kitchen appliances don't do it. But a piece of fishnet or glittery eyeshadow... Ah, the bliss.

So. We're having a party tonight. Halloween or house-warming, the guests can decide. A perfect change to wear lovely things shopped and made for dimes <3

Thursday, September 22, 2011

again, again, again

I'm starting to feel overly productive. Some authors spend their lives writing, and manage to publish once.
I published my sixth-born yesterday. Look!

It's fantasy, again. I wanted to know what happened before Sha-e-Fa was raised from it's tomb, so I had to find out. And it was good. Sad, but good.

And that's not all I've been up to.

Sis is a zumba-instructor, and she needed a website. I, having studied XHTML for, like, a month in the distant past, volunteered for the job.

Making a web-site isn't actually that difficult. All you need to do, really, is copy and paste. I even fiddled with CSS for the first time ever. Fun <3

So now I need to put the page on the internet. And I don't remember how exactly it's done. So must google. But that's tomorrow's job, since I had one cider too many last night, and now I want to have lunch, and watch TV for the rest of the... day.

Saturday, September 10, 2011


Back home again. Routines normalized. Everything a-OK.

Sis took me shopping last week. We visited a couple of fabric shops and a second hand shop.

Shopping is a tad difficult with a three-year-old.

Anyway, I fished out treasures. Buttons, mainly. They're really expensive @ fabrice shops, so I try to find them from flea markets. Easy on the wallet, good for the environment.

Don't know what I'm going to use them on, but since the lot only cost 1,10, it doesn't really matter. They'll find a home someday.

The fabric stores were a big disappointment. Everything was dreary and over-priced and poor of quality. Except D-rings. 0,25 a pop, and they're huge. I got four pairs, thinking I might make a bondage corset.

And then I found something I've been looking for for a really long time.

My grand mother died when I was 17. She had the loveliest cup from which she always drank her coffee. She'd been dead and buried for at least five years before I realized I wanted the cup. By then it was too late to start asking for it, so I decided I'd buy one like it. I googled, and I googled, and went through every flea market and good will shop imaginable, and found nothing. It really started to seem like the cup gran had was the only one in the world. And then last week I found it. I was prepared to pay a twenty for it, but the tag said "cup and saucer 1€".

So now I have it, gran's cup, safely displayed on my dresser.

It's funny how little things like that can drive you nuts...

So. Been going over a book (what do you mean, productive?) I wrote before Jay and the Mousetrap and the Witch Hunt. 90 pages down, another 200 to go. Can't recall if it's done or just half-way there. Which is also funny.

The unemployment office had remembered me with a letter. They said, not in so many words, that they seem to have made an iddy-biddy mistake in trying to make me take the course, and that it really would be smarter if I took the course on entrepeneurship (did I spell that wrong again?) instead. So everything's OK with that, as well.

I feel like I need to take a nap. A whole week of running after a kid is really taxing.

Monday, September 5, 2011

home alone - with a little monster

I always thought my niece would be a pretty little princess. I figured I could make paperdolls with her, and play house, and have tea-parties with barbies. I imagined braiding her hair, and painting her nails, and making her little princess-dresses.

Boy was I mistaken.

Yesterday I spent four and a half hours alone with her. I am glad to report we are both still alive and well. Nobody got hurt, traumatized or sent to the ER. But my illusions of curls and glitter are forever shattered.

The child is now three. She likes running, screaming, throwing stuff and climbing on furniture. She looks like a princess, yes, but does she behave like one?


Hope that will change as she grows. I really, really want to make paperdolls.

So. Hubby's in Lapland, and I'm taking a relaxing holiday @ sister's house. With the monster. This morning the monster went to daycare, so I got to sleep 'til noon, and check that the internet is still in place. I even managed to make more plans for my future.

There's a course starting on how to run your own business, and I thought I'd apply. I don't really want to, but it's the only way to get start-up money which I think I'll be needing. The course only lasts for one month, so it's not a big, life-altering thing. Just a month. I can go a month standing on my... umm... left foot only.

Must get hubby's opinion about this before applying, though. It's really rude to do something like that without informing the spouse :P

So. The monster will be returning within the hour. Mut gather strength to indure her for the entire evening.

Monday, August 29, 2011

And she alone was truly alone

Jay is gone. Flown to the world like a dark butterfly. And I am sad.

Never before have I felt this way after publishing. I've always felt exhilarated, freed of a nightmare, but this time an indescribable sense of loneliness filled me. I sat outside, after, having a fag, and it was like I had lost a loved one.

Hope she does well on her own.

So. Published. Look!

The cover gave me a hard time. I thought about it throughout the birth, which was easy and painless, and the day before yesterday it Came to me.

When things Come to you, they're usually right.

I wanted a woman's face on the cover, in red, only half of it. Drawn. I didn't want to ask hubby since I wanted it NOW and he's a Taurus which means he's not that quick about anything, so I did it myself. And I think it actually turned out quite nice.

I asked hubby if it totally suck ass (he paints, well) and he looked at it, and a funny look crept up on his face, and he said it didn't suck at all. Later he said something artsy about shadows, I didn't really understand it, but I did rezognize it as a compliment.

So. Fifth child, driven out.

Scary shit.

On Thursday I'll be going away for a week. Hubby's going camping to Lapland, and since my sister lives along the way, he's taking me there so I don't have to be home alone. So it's kinda like a holiday.

Again, scary shit :D Anyway, I get to spend quality time with my niece (note to self: pack pink nailvarnish) and chill.

Thinking about starting a new book.
Taking a holiday is a foreign concept to me.

Friday, August 26, 2011



Got a letter yesterday. From the unemployment office. They said I got accepted on the course.

I said a filthy word, twice, loudly.

From the interview, I got the impression they really thought the course wouldn't be right for me. They said it would be wiser if I found a course on entrepeneurship in stead. I said it sounds like a more sensible choice.

And then they went and accepted me and I had to swear. Which I don't usually do. My favourite curses are "voi ETTÄ" and "voi hyväntähen". Both are a bit difficult to translate, but basically they go for "oh dear" and "oh for bleebs sake".

I didn't sleep that well. Woke up at around four in the morning to fret. Dozed off at around six, and then hubby's alarm woke me up at 10:30.

By then I had decided I'm not going. No way, uh-uh. I know what I want to do, and how. I just would have liked to go over my plans with some nice lady from the previously mentioned unemployment office, but since they're obviously too busy to take the time to talk to me, I'll ask my sister instead.

She's smarter than they are, anyway.

So I called them this morning, and told them I won't be attending. The lady on the other end sounded very bored with her job. I kinda wanted to tell her to go out, and find her calling. I have, and I'm happy.

So. Now it seems I'm going to put up a business. Eventually. Probably not tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, but soon.

A bit scary.

I'm going to be a seamstress. And I'm also going to make knitwear. And the choice fills me with peace and happiness, a profound sense of being on the right track.

Obviously I'm not going to give up writing. I'm blessed with many callings :D

I've been going over Jay, and found I've left blanks. So the story isn't completely told. Which is nice, since I really like spending time with Jay.

This truly is the year when life turns upside down. Hope it does stay all good.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

it ended all too soon

Finished the first draft of Jay. Feeling a touch sad.
It's almost like saying goodbye to a loved one, though the work is far from being done.
But the story has been told, and soon it's time to let go. Allow one more child to fly out into the world.

Got my first review today. Five stars on the Witch Hunt. Yes, I cried. Then I remembered all the typos I'd left in, and felt not-worthy. Someday I'll go over it again, and correct them.
But not today. Today I have to design a blazer so I can start looking for fabrics for it. I want it done before the turn of the month, since I'm going away.

For a week, to visit my sister. I don't like leaving unfinished work behind, so. Must create, must force out design :D

So. I went to the interview yesterday. I told the ladies there that I want to sew, and write my books, and maybe write for a magazine, and they said, yes, this course isn't the right place for you. I said thank you very much, and went shopping for yarn. Found what I was looking for, too, which was nice.

I wore a dress I made a week or so ago. With a red blouse and a tie. Must have made a very good impression, clothes-wise, since the guy before me was wearing stained sweatpants :P

So. Must create.
I like creating :)

Monday, August 22, 2011

Black Swan

I wanted to be a ballerina when I was a kid. I had a red tutu, and I used to tie ribbons around my ankles and pretend I was wearing real ballet slippers. Grandma often said mom and dad should take me to ballet, but they never did. So I didn't grow up to dance.

As an afterthought, it's probably a good thing I didn't turn out a ballerina. Dancing is suffering, and I'm a right baby when it comes to pain.

So, the Black Swan was quite high on my "to see"- list from the moment it came out. It took a while to get hold of it, but yesterday, with no warning, it happened. Hubby borrowed it from a friend, so I finally got to see it. And it was nothing like I expected.

I'd read the text on the DVD, of course, but still, I thought it would be a light, airy little drama. And it wasn't. It was sick and twisted, even nauseating. And I loved every second. I was a naughty girl and copied it, and now I'm tempted to watch it again. And again. And again.

I can't remember the last time a movie had an effect so strong on me. It was probably around time I was five, and accidentally saw a really scary sci-fi-film. Or was it the time I watched the Audition... Anyway, I woke up last night, around three, and I couldn't get Black Swan out of my head. It wasn't because of the shock-value of it, it was because I know the feeling that consumed Nina throughout the movie. It's gnawed at me as well, though not in that scale.

Believing your body is giving in is not a nice feeling. And there's nothing to do about it but to force your mind into believing otherwise.

Hubby's out, so I could watch it again.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

if shoes = happiness and money = shoes, then money = happiness

I've been quiet for a really long time. Very unlike me. I can only blame Jay, and having been forced to Have Fun.
Luckily, summer's almost over, and I can concentrate on... umm... having no life?
Anyway, went shopping yesterday. To Seinäjoki. It's a relatively small town, but it has a huge number of flea markets.

I found a fabric, to line my old fur coat with. It's fake fur, or course. I'm bored with it, so I'm going to tear it to shreds, and re-do it differently. With a red lining.

I really like red.

I found a cute top. too. I've never owned anything with skulls on it, but now I do.

Cost me 2€, but when I brought it home, I noted it was broken.

I'm going to have to shorten it a bit. Which doesn't really matter since it's too long anyway.
I also found a basic longsleeved T. H&M quality.It was new, and my size, so I bought it. Without looking so carefully. At home, I noted some dumbass had stapled the tag on it. So if the certain someone selling her stuff @ ullakko in Seinäjoki, table 105, is reading this, DO NOT DO THAT AGAIN.

The staples gave me quite a scare, but I managed to get them out without leaving a trace of them on the top. But still, it was really careless and stupid on the sellers part.

And then the heels.

At the very first flea market I found a pair of shoes. Very, very pretty shoes, almost new, priced at 4€. I tried them on, and my feet declared they want to live in the shoes forever. So I bought them.

Then I started thinking I've seen them somewhere, and after going through many, many lifestyleblogs, I found them. They're almost an exact copy of a shoe Pennangalan's made at some point. Still, I love my new heels.

High, yet not uncomfortable.

Lacing, I'm seeing red satin bows.

Loveliest profile I've seen in a long time.

Practical soles, too.

They need a quick trip to the shoemender, since I refuse to wear them until they've been given metal heelpieces. Plasticy ones wear out too quickly, and they don't make a sound as scary.

Today I got a call to an interview. There's a course on how to get a job, and the local job-office thought I'd be perfect for it, and forced me to apply. It's next Tuesday, the interview. I'm going to wear my best smile, and tell them I already made plans for my future, and that I don't need any help, thank you very much. And I won't even be lying.

Hopefully I won't have to go on the course. I want to go up north in the beginning of next month, to visit my niece. I have a feeling she needs Auntie to paint her nails :D

Sunday, July 31, 2011

you're so beautiful

It's funny what a corset, some necklaces and a parasol will do. Sadly, I'm not pretty anymore. Got burnt, and now I look like those female body builders from the eighties: crisp and tan and quite red.

Went to a fleemarket today. Not to buy, but to sell. Unfortunately, it was outside, on a huge field. And of course it was sunny, and of course I forgot my sunblock, and of course the bleeping parasol was too lacey to keep the rays off my alabaster skin. So now I look like a cooked lobster.

Which is merely a touch irritating, considering all that goes 'round today.

Anyway, we made the grand total of 21 euros. Not merely enough to compensate for ruined complexion. People just walked on by, giving my rags a glance, and if they paused, they paused to admire me.

Someone said I looked like a piece of jewelry. Which is funny, since all gothic girls look like ornaments, frail and delicate and covered in lace and ribbons. Made me wonder if I'm the only one here.

Living in the country sometimes bites, big time. I'm feeling a tad out of place, I'm bored with all my clothes (which is why I wanted to unload them, which is why I went to the fleamarket to realize I'm not only out of place but also too small) and the bloody internet is slow.

Luckily, Jay still keeps me entertained.

Anyway, I'm burned and cranky. And a bit tipsy. Woke up at 5:30 (I had my alarm on at 7, and of course I had to wake up two hours early just to see how long I have to sleep), had a long day, and then I decided I wanted a sauna. And you cannot have sauna without beer. It's against all the rules.

I'm going to have a ::smoke now, finish off my cider, and hit the sack. I get the whole bed to myself since hubby went to a camping site or whatever to pig out with a friend of his.

Ah, the simple pleasures. Let's just hope the sunburns won't keep me up all night.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

car vs. bike

So. Hubby has two rides. A car and a motorcycle. I got to thinking which one I like best.

This one
is a lot of fun. But. If it's rainy or windy, the ride's uncomfortable. On second thought, it's uncomfortable on sunny days, too, since you have to wear protective gear in case some prick decides to mow you over with their car.

And then there's the good old audi.
I have a tendency of sliding into a dream-like state whenever I'm put in/on a moving vehicle. In a car, it's not a bother. But on a bike it's proved dangerous quite many times already. Every bump or speed up is a surprise, and if you're not prepared, you might fall off. In a car, however, I can daydream all I like. While wearing a dress.

That's the upside I like the most: being free to wear anything I like, or make a wicked do, or paint my face with many, many colours (OK, I use just two, but still, I could, if I wanted to) without having to fear ripped skirts of flattened out hair or messed up helmet.

In a car you can read, or write, or have a snack, or take a nap. On a bike you're pretty much left with hanging on.

I think I prefer the car. How boring is that.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Yarns and fabrics and bling-bling, oh my

Hubby bought a car. An Audi 80. So we're not stranded anymore when it rains. Wuppee!

Yesterday we took advantage of the situation, and went to Tampere. He had band practice, so I went shopping. I hit the shops at 2:30, and by four I had so much stuff I couldn't carry it anymore. So I went to a bar, and had a beer, and wrote until my arm was sore. Fun <3 I finally found fabric to make curtains for the bedroom. It only took me a month or so.

It's actually a fitted sheet... but recycling is a good thing, and I can sew. So who cares, it's pretty and that's it. I took it apart this morning, and realized I was blessed with loads of fabric for 4,50. I'm happy.

I also found yarn from the flea market. Mohair, violet. I'm going to make a scarf out of it, when I have the time.

I'm actually and literally drowning in yarn, and still I can't stop myself from buying more and more and more.

I found another thing I'd been looking for for a long time. This.

I had one before, but it broke. And then I couldn't find one to replace it. Until now. H&M to the rescue, at the cost of one euro. Again, super-happy. Now I can get my hair to stay out of my eyes without tying it down.

And then for the bling-bling. It started to rain as I came out of H&M, so I made a mad dash for the bar. Unfortunately, it was a full block away, and it was really pouring. So I made a stop at Seppälä. I hardly ever go there, 'cause they have nothing I like. But this time they did.

Could not resist. I thought it would be 6,95, but the pretty girl at the counter said only wanted 3,50 for it. Big jewelry has always been my achille's heel.

And then it was four o'clock, and I'd only been to five shops, and there was no way in hell I'd drag the bag full of goods to the other side of town and back again, so I went to the bar. As mentioned earlier.

It's mid-summer's eve today. Everybody's partying. I'm going to sew my curtains, and wash them, and have spaghetti, and play heroes of might and magic while knitting, and then have a sauna with a beer or five.

Hyvää Juhannusta, te kaikki yksi lukija <3

Monday, June 20, 2011

lies from the tablecloth

Last week, at some point, hubby took me shopping. I went hunting for white buttons, and came home with nailvarnish. Black and silver. Had to try the silvery one on straight away.

It's quite nice, a little paler than I'd hoped, but for 1,95 who can complain. Lasts ok, too, but smells horrible.

Then, since it was by B-day, hubby bought me yarn. I liked the shade of red, and I'm going to knit a pair of knee-high socks for the winter. I trust it's going to get a bit chilly here.

Speaking of birthdays, it was mine yesterday. Celebrated by going to provinssirock. Here's proof of it.

Also proof of the hangover I woke up with this morning. Still not feeling entirely stable. Soon I'm going to ask if hubby will play HOMMIII with me. He was really nice yesterday, drove us all the way there, and picked us up too, and while we were getting hammered and partying, he'd filled the fridge with food. Strange man <3 The cause of my hangover is this.

I didn't even finish it, and still it made me feel faint. Bad booze.

Also wore clothes. This is my trusted party-gear, suitable for all conditions.

Yes, the skirt's too short. I'm a smart girl, though, and wore shorts underneath.

Speaking of clothes. My hippie-sister-in-law didn't wear much at the festival. She wore a bikini top, and capris, and everybody stared at her. Guys, of course, acted like they'd never seen boobs before, and girls gave her the evil eye. I don't get that. How come it's so wrong to show some skin? What's the harm in that? Since when has it been a tabu, and why? And how come it's a tabu in finland, where we take our clothes off at the slightest hint of sauna? Weird.

Did see SOAD, too. Which was totally awesome. We stayed at the back, since none of us had the desire to get stomped to death, but still they totally whupped butt. Happiness, I haz it <3

Friday, June 10, 2011


We went to the zoo yesterday. Ähtäri is only about 25 kms away from where we live now, so I get to go ogle at the snowleopards as often as I like. Yey!
Yesterday, however, the leopards were asleep. I only saw one tail. It was a very pretty tail, but not too entertaining. Must visit them again, on a cooler day.
Other animals were more active. Especially the one snake they have. It's one of the two snakes that live in Finland, the grass snake.

Really pretty. Looking at it made me really want to have a snake. A small one. Now we'd even have the space.

And then there were the lynx. Three of them. Two were asleep, but one was walking around the cage, seemingly very irritated. Hubby said it must have just gotten in, so it wasn't used to being in a cage yet. Or then it just didn't like people looking at it.
I was alone for a moment with it, and it came to say hi to me. It came right near the fence, and stared at me, and then it started sharpening it's nails on a tree trunk, and playing with a rope. It was unbelievably cool <3 And then other people came to make noise and point, and it started walking around again, and making irritated noises.

The coolest cat ever <3 I found out my cool new summerdress isn't very practical. It's short, and wide, and we all know what happens. It flies. Middle-aged ladies didn't look upon me that kindly :D

The ride home was a bit horrible... As we were leaving, I organized the dress so I'd make it without flashing. And then hubby drove into a bumb, and the dress went flying. I reckon half the village saw my knickers. And then he hit an even bigger bumb, and I went flying and hit my ankle on the foot rest. I'm getting a huge bruise. Could have been worse, though. Had he driven faster, we would have tumbled over and I'd be in the hospital now in stead of winging about a bruised ankle and having to spend the entire weekend home alone since hubby's band's playing a gig in Tampere.

Guess I'll take advantage of the situation, and pull out my sewing machines.

Oh, there's was also a measure-yourself-booth at the zoo. I'm this tall!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

100 things about Me

Still haven't thought of anything to do. So, since I'm horridly egocentric, I'll share. Stuff about me.
Let's see if I can find 100 interesting facts together.

1. Heather Wielding is not my real name. It's a pen name. I chose it to match the initials of my other sidepersonality, Her Wickedness. She makes music.
2. I'm married to a man I found on the internet. He plays the guitar in a band called BoneFleshDolls. I love him.
3. My Dream is to be a real Author, that is, to live off my books.
4. I have a sister. She's smart, pretty and perfect in every way. She's married to a British guy and they have a little girl. I don't get to see any of them often enough.
5. I'm not that crazy about my parents. I love them to bits, of course, but they're not the sort of people I like hanging around with.
6. I don't have a degree in anything.
7. I'd like to have a snake someday, but I'm afraid I'd kill it. I'm not very good with living things.
8. I don't like negative people. The sort that's always complaining about what-not. If life hands lemons, make lemonade and shut up about it.
9. I don't like being touched by strangers.
10. I'm quiet. I hardly ever speak in public. It's not because I'm shy, it's because I'm always thinking about something else.
11. I like drinking. It doesn't really matter what I drink, it's the act that pleases me. I drink an awful lot of water every day.
12. I have a panic disorder. It's very mild, but every now and again I get pretty certain I've developed a horrid illness which will lead me to an early grave.
13. I don't like windows. Which is why I'm an ubuntu-user.
14. My favourite computer game ever is Heroes of Might and Magic III. I can't get it to work in ubuntu :D
15. I'm easily provoked.
16. I've never fitted myself under a label. I'm a freak.
17. I can't watch telly without knitting or crocheting something. If I try to sit still without doing anything I start feeling really useless.
18. I'm afraid of wasps.
19. I have a pet turtle. His name is Amadeus, and he is filled with cotton.

20. I've never owned a car, nor had my name on a lease for an appartment.
21. I've never had an actual job.
22. I'd like to live in a house someday. By the lake, preferably.
23. I hate doing the washing up.
24. I make most of my clothes.
25. I cut my own hair. Simply because it's curly(ish) and hairdressers make a right mess of it. I get it to look better if I just do it myself.
26. I'm allergic to birch trees and everything furry.
27. My favourite food is chicken.
28. I was a vegetarian for 7 years. I quit because I developed an anemia.
29. I like gin. If I'd have to name my favourite spirit, it would be gin.
30. I was born on a Sunday. I believe that's what made me a shiny happy people.
31. I don't like living in an apartment building. There's always someone walking behind the door, doing the renovating, or just in general, making noise.
32. Noise makes me stress out.
33. I don't like being told what to do. I do things the way I want, when I want. Asking nicely brings better results.
34. I have three cacti, and I've named them all. Elvis, Samson and Hercules.
35. I don't like calling people on the phone. If possible, I email them. Or text. Or stop by.
36. Children frighten me. They break easily.
37. I'm clumsy. That's why I try not to handle valuables.
38. I have more clothes than I can ever wear, and still I can't stop myself from buying more, more, more.
39. I don't like saying things twice. Repeating oneself is a waste of time and energy.
40. I get distracted really easily. Something shiny actually takes my attention away from what I'm doing.
42. I like cats better than dogs. Cats purr. And their fur feels nicer. And smells better.
43. I don't like traveling by public transport. There's always a time-table to follow and...
44. ... I'm constantly 15 minutes late.
45. I use knitted discloths. They're pretty, and they smell nicer than the ones you get from the shops.
46. I like baking better than cooking.
47. I'm on the internet most of my waking hours. I don't sit at the computer all the time, though.
48. I've never bothered to categorize the music I listen to. It seems pointless to me.
49. I don't know how to put make-up on properly. That's why I usually trust the good old "mascara-lipstick"- combo.
50. I also don't know how to do hair-dos.

Haflway there, and I'm running low on facts.

51. I really am in love with myself. Not in that vain, obnoxious way, though.
52. Everybody thinks I have low self-esteem. I don't understand why.
53. I like the sun, but I don't want it to touch me. I prefer to sit in the shadow.
54. My skin is super-sensitive. I'm often bothered by the weight of my clothes, or a hair touching my neck.
55. I comb my hair once, maybe twice a month, and it still doesn't get tangled up.
56. I like doing tests on the internet to see whether the makers of the tests got it to fit My Personality.
57. I am persistent and insistent. If I really want something, I won't give up until I get it.
58. I do most my shopping at flea-markets.
59. I'm a very good liar, but I don't usually lie.
60. I've moved only two times in my life.
61. I believe there truly are fairies.
62. Books are important to me. They're my valued treasures, and I don't like other people reading them. They might get the pages dirty, or bend the covers.
63. I never go without nailpolish. And I paint my toenails, too, all 'round the year.
64. I don't like things out of order, but I don't like cleaning up, either.
65. I don't do any exercising.
66. I like the sauna. But it mustn't be too hot.
67. Cold and dry air makes the skin of my hands break. It tears, and that's very painful.
68. I get cranky when I'm hungy.
69. I like long hair. Long, blond hair, to be exact. I wish mine could go blond.
70. ... but it can't, since it had a healthy doze of red pigment, and bleaching it makes it orange. I know, I've tried.
71. I like something sweet in the morning. Toast with jam and cheese, preferably.
72. I'd like to know how to make furniture. But I'm afraid to try, 'cause I'm clumsy and the tools needed are sharp.
73. I like painting walls.
74. I can't swim properly.
75. I like skirts and dresses better than pants. They're more comfortable.
76. I don't like people who like to talk about themselves all the time. Conversing with others should be resiprocal.
77. I've never driven a car in the city I currently live in.
78. My favourite TV-show ever is Farscape. Chiana was one of the first girls I had a huge crush on.
79. My hobby growing up was finnish folk-dancing. I stopped at the age of 19 and I still sorta miss it :D
80. I usually type staring out the window, without looking at the screen, the keyboard or my hands. And I don't even do many typos. Wow.
81. If I don't get to write in the morning, my head starts feeling too large, and I get annoyed and irritated and cranky in every way.
82. I'm easily amused. If you wish to entertain me, put water in a kettle, and let me watch the steam it makes when it boils.
83. I'm quick to anger. When I get really PO'd, I throw stuff.
84. I epilate my legs instead of shaving them. Stubble itches really bad, and sticks to socks.
85. I like light colors in interior design, cream, pale wood, shades of red. Dark colors make me feel gloomy.
86. I don't like soup. It's like having a drink instead of dinner, and that's not satisfying.
87. I hate the noises people make when they eat. That's why I like to eat alone.
88. I still don't really understand how my body works. I don't notice when I'm thirsty, forget to drink, start feeling faint, and then panic 'cause I don't know what's wrong with me. Sad.
89. I like the sound paper makes. I can tell apart blank pages, printed pages and hand-written pages just by listening to the sound they make when they turn.
90. I also like the sound keyboards make.
91. I like making paper-dolls. I hope my niece will start liking them soon, so I'll have an excuse to draw them.
92. I'd like to own a huge collection of my little ponies. I'd also like to modify them myself.
93. I hug trees. Really. In the middle of the city. People around here look at me funny.
94. I'd like to see a lynx in the wild someday. But I don't really like going into the woods. There's bugs there, and most of them bite.
95. The best thing about where we live now is the fact that bunnies come under our window to eat. I get to watch them almost every night. I'm going to miss them when we move.
96. I have a painting of hubby and me in my bedroom.
97. I listen to quite many bands almost religiously, but I don't know the names of the people who play in them, nor do I know what they look like. And I don't really care. It's the music I want, not their faces.
98. I'm a bit cheap. I don't like spending money on things that aren't really necessary.
99. I hate it when people don't know how to do their jobs.
100. I remember by seeing. If I need to recall something, I can look up a mental photo of it. It's really handy, and sometimes spooky.

That was two hours well spent :D

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live

In the olden days, the days of the witch hunts, there was a belief.

When a woman gave herself to the darkness, the Devil arose from Hell, and marked her. The mark of a witch was the devil's mark. It was the colour of strawberries, the shape of a heart, usually found on the left breast.

Old wives' tales, fairystories, you say.

If so, I have escaped the pages of a fairytale.