'Vaginas make me think of Tina'

That's a quote from my friend Mari-Anne, who sent me this skookum url for these hilarious and incredibly beautiful vulva puppets. That's kind of odd, out of context, I'm sure, but when you get a little background, its not so strange.

MA and I met about a decade ago, in the early days of the WWW. Change your pad was a yahoo group I had started for the evolution of a collective I used to operate. I sold a unique and effective design of a cloth pad for women's personal hygiene needs and published a small zine that was specifically speaking to the women who were wise enough to appreciate such a product. There's much more to the story but you'll have to wait for the book.

Suffice it to say that its easier to make the connection between vaginas and me.

This is the the url for the vulva puppet.

The title for the blog is 'Every Little Step I Take'. Ironically, my massive size has caused me to be having some challenges in the 'steppin' department because I can't find boots my size.I have swollen size 13 feet, ankles that fluctuate from thin to meaty at the drop of a gram of HFCS in my diet. My amazon self has become a canary in a coal mine as I respond to alien food products like crazy. So today, when I checked the local specialty boot store, I got told they had nothing. Nobody makes shanks with a 23 inch circumference, especially in my size. Why must it be necessary this incarnation that my physical self push the boundaries of normalcy?

Anywhoo... I got to work all miffed when the last salesclerk shot me down with a 'Don't know what to tell you'. I left the house all psyched that I was finally getting boots for the winter to go with all my nifty clothes.

Sigh. Every little big footed step I take, in sandals, runners or men's shoes all winter.

I took off of work and sauntered over to that groovy little shop on the other side of the Bay Centre and bought $10 worth of $2 earrings.

That felt better.

That is the theme for the photos I'm posting in this installment.

And enough blathering. Now for the goods...

Scroll down...









READY?











SET!










GO!

Now, here's the quiz... why do vaginas make MA think of lil ole me?

 (This is me modelling the gold hoopdy doo earrings)

The view from our balcony on a sunny September evening...

Ciao wanted me to capture his deep look.

These twinklers are little stars...

Lovely little shells flutter on little chains...

Look at my dazzling dimple, do NOT look at my fishtank...

These ones were hard to photo wearing them. They had a life of their own.

,

And then it was sunset...

The last of the light...

 A big container ship...

Good night, lieblings!!!

EGBOK = Everything's going to be ok... I'm just sayin'

Found myself stuck on the Colwood Crawl in the hot sun, waiting for road construction as these days, it is a single lane road, with enormous upgrades going on,  including tons of blasting. Fifteen minutes later, I was back on my way to Langford, my three hampers loaded to the max snugged in on the seat behind me.

The road is more chewed up than usual.

 Did my wash at the Langford laundromat. Found out her machines are a buck cheaper with nice folding tables. Got chewed out for cramming 7 loads into 4 dryers. Sue me.

The fountains and huge sign welcoming you to Langford are aweome. The work that was done there is crazy. A roundabout funnels traffic from the little strip mall and the main drag, there is a dancing water fountain in the middle of it, and speakers play top 10 70's tune, that the water dances to. The other neat thing about Langford is that this town has public wifi so I could play fairyland and wordscraper as I waited for the wash to dry.

Since I must go out to do laundry, I try to explore the town by learning whats nearby. I have yet to do the James Bay (nearby book store and thrift store) or Cook st(street food, shopping for groceries, sweet butcher shop, lots of coffee houses). The Langford one has a Starbucks, a couple of other coffee houses, a farmer's market on Saturday, a Cloth castle, and two thrift stores (one with a great book section) and now that I've found that my wash comes out about $15 cheaper there, I suspect that I'll be back.

Beautiful downtown Langford

 

 

 

 Farms on Island View Rd

 

 

 

 

 

 A perfect sunset, as we detour to take some photos while we wait to connect with Shirley, who has promised us a pleasant repast as she house sits her dad's place while he's out of town for the week.

I love this quilt of a hill... with its rc planes overhead from the nearby field.

The stately Mount baker just 100 miles south. A dormant volcano!

Ron finds his hobby. The family has two photographers now.

The spiders are fat and sassy this fall. And everywhere.

Fat

Sassy

It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!!

Miles of 'em as far as the eye can see. Yummo!!

Speaking of yum, our friend Shirl the Pearl made Ron and I a lovely dinner, our first installment of 'dating Wednesdays'. Then before we knew it, it was time to head home.

Heading home... recognize where we are?

Funny how the divorce billboard precedes the injury claims billboard.

Leaving you with my fun experiment, taking pictures while deliberately jiggling the camera at night.

Dream a little dream of me

My time was divided differently for me when I briefly reunited with my biological sister, Roberta.Suddenly, I found myselfspending a lot of time online with a longlost rellie who I loved dearly... but it wasn't to last and I soon found out tat there was too much toxic malace coming from my mom and her influence on my sister that I cut her loose nd let her go...

Which left me with a window of my time in a day that I wanted to spend carefully.Well, mylaptop has a trojan and that means i am religated to my tiny 9 inch 'lime slice' with the itty bitty keys. I dont care for typing on her b/c its so awkward. But today I got an idea that i could start a photo blog of my life instead of a written one... documenting my journey to wholeness.

so. I will fix up the typos from the computer at work but will publish now.

This is my ailing beastie. She might just be mort.

have to learn how to turn photos

Thisis your correspondent. Learning new stuff whilst dying her hair.

Multitasker-extraordinaire!

Bella in the sunshine...

The lime slice is green and makes my butt look big.

Dead cat.This is Ciao getting that pesky morning nap out of the way.

Bella must rearrange her fur daily.

This is written with dye  and a plastic bag on my head... a sunny hump day morning in late September. Spending time with my blog and my faithful followers since I'm not spending it with a sister.

Ciao is so worldly sometimes...

Ciao dreaming...

Outside, right now looking over towards the Olympic Peninsula

Spending my valuable creative time with my worldsisters and bros. HMMMmmm...dye is starting to burn my scalp. That might be my next entry!

Every little step I take is a good name for a blog, isn't it? Ask me where it comes from sometime...

Ron's on the phone. Heading to physio and then home for lunch. He can help me get the laundry baskets in the car. Yay for Ron!