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The Great Origami Giveaway

I’ve put a lot of effort into making Christmas cards recently, mainly because I put a lot of money into impulse buying nice paper at the Paper Place one day recently. I just couldn’t help it, it was all too beautiful. I like to use this time of year to finally get in touch with friends in other cities and most love receiving mail although there are a few who think cards are anti-environmental, a valid point when a lot of sustainable/renewable paper sources are available. 

I think I’ll upload photos here or start a new blog for crafts and projects but for now I want to use this old blog to mention the Paper Place’s Great Origami Giveaway. You could win a motherload of origami paper - or I could, but I’ll wish good luck to both of us dear hypothetical reader of this old near-dead blog. Fingers crossed!!

if you went to school with palin’s kids

itsbedtime:

She’d be the mom who shows up the day of the class play with her Topsy Tail and give everyone matching pony tails except for the one girl who’s mom cut all of her hair off because she wouldn’t let her brush it (me).

 This exact same thing happened to me. I had a mushroom cut and during a fire drill a grade six student pretended to think I was a boy in a dress. I still haven’t forgiven my mother, or mastered hair-brushing.

Yes my previous post was about moths, now mice. I sound like a dirtbag and I’m ashamed but not enough to delete the posts. Our apt is clean! Our neighbourhood is nice!

buy synthetic and low quality

It was a little chilly yesterday so I grabbed a sweater. At the theatre my brother noticed a little hole. Turns out, all of my nicest sweaters have been eaten by moths. Apparently cedar is not an effective way to ward off moths. What can I do? Even if I were financially able to replace my ruined clothes, I still live in the same pile, anything new will be moth supper too. (Worse, moth larvae supper; I don’t want to think about it).

I swore off geographical nostalgia to an extent after moving to Toronto. In Montreal I spent awhile torn between loving it there and missing my teenage years in Thunder Bay.  I can find reasons to love and hate Toronto on it’s own merits.

Lately though the nostalgia has been a bit stronger and I blame Adam Waito completely. His new album is really beautiful and now I keep listening to songs about my hometown on repeat. (Repeat is my favourite type of listening and if it’s not worth repeat it’s not worth it all).

Anyway, I’m not from Winnipeg but I went to see My Winnipeg tonight and I loved it. I can’t afford to be homesick for places I’m not even from but c’mon an “IF Day” where members of the Rotary Club dressed as Nazi’s and pretended to invade Winnipeg in order to sell war bonds? Hiring actors to play your siblings then subletting your childhood home and having them reenact scenes from your youth with your mother? Everything in the film is part real part fake, but there’s more truth than you’d guess and I cried when the hockey arena was torn down though I have no stereotypical Canadian fondess for that sport.

If you’re from someplace other than where you live you’ll probably like this movie, don’t be scared off by the very arty intro.

So, I must have dreamed I posted in my tumblr recently. I am so disappointed, I was really sure I’d find some treasure here but it never existed. Also, this means I dream of writing things on the internet. No emocon sad face can summarize this.