Thursday, June 21, 2012
beginnings are such fragile things
Friday, March 2, 2012
rules for living

If you think of something nice to do for another person, do it.
When you make a mistake, say sorry (even to yourself).
Try not to accumulate too many things.
Never eat anything bigger than your own head.
If in doubt, just be honest.
Remember that life is good.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
'frenemy' or 'in which I rant and rage a bit about a word in a colouring book'

So I was flipping through my nieces colouring book a few days ago, a Barbie Thumbelina thing with a usual girlified story- there were fairies (all girls of course, with impressively short dresses) and a little girl with a mobile phone and make up (don't they all?), and they teach her to be nice (as all girls should be) and how friends should behave (by showing first what they shouldn't be like. Sarcastic and bitchy. You know, so they can imitate them later) and save the fairy habitat (save the environment; but not by being less of a consumer, of course) but not before the girl gives a fairy a makeover (because being a magical creature doesn't mean you're pretty enough) and some part of the story involves her talking on the phone to her 'frenemy'.
Mind you I gathered all of the above info from few words and pictures in a colouring book, I've never seen the movie so correct me if I'm wrong. As I understand, it all comes good in the end and the spoilt little girl understands true friendship etc, etc.
Most of it I could brush aside (with slightly gritted teeth and only a tiny rant) but what made me stop was a picture of the main character on the phone, with the caption "Makena talks on the phone to her frenemy'. Now I don't know if this is vital to the plot of Thumbelina. I don't know if the conversation was vitally important, or if they became friends in the end. What I do know, is that I am not comfortable with the word 'frenemy' entering into the lexicon of 5yr old girls. No.
For those unfamiliar with the word, which has (oh joy) a draft entry in the online Oxford English Dictionary;
Frenemy; one who pretends to be a friend but who is actually an enemy. Other sources include definitions of rivalry and competition.
So. Yes. Where can we start with all the things that are wrong with this? Shall we begin with how it is difficult enough as children learning about friendship and how make and keep friends, without introducing a concept like 'Oh, btw, your friend can also be your ENEMY.' And that this is not only acceptable, there is a word for it.
Or maybe we could illustrate how over the years the culmative effect of society and media and the beauty ideal has made females more and more competitive and judgemental in the way only women can, which makes us turn on each other (even in a friendly way ie. "oh that woman can eat cupcakes and never put on any weight. Don't you just hate her?"); and perhaps we ought to be working on changing that instead of introducing another word to support and encourage this kind of two-sided bitchy competitiveness?
Or I could make the argument that I have seen firsthand ( I worked with school-aged children for years and watched them play and interact every day) how children pick this stuff up. And why shouldn't they? They are learning about the world and their place in it, and everything is a potential clue. They emulate, they want to fit in, they take what social roles they have been given (for girls- relationships are very important). Having a word like 'frenemy' will encourage more young girls to fit that description, when they could be learning how to overcome differences, understand each other and be honest about their feelings. I could also point out that it is teaching children that it is normal to have and endure toxic friendships.
I have no vendetta against pink or fairies, and would have bought that colouring book too (my niece does love it so), but I am mindful of what is being served with it. Even if the invention of such a word was necessary, to include it in a children’s book is, to me, damn negligent. I just hope that we can recognise such madness and have honest conversations with children and let them know that this is not normal. Your friends should be loving, supportive and, well, friendly. You may not get along with some people, and that's ok too. But your friend should never be your enemy.
It makes me cranky.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
make do and.. spend?

Which made me stop in my tracks, and stand there, a little confused. Isn't it the antithesis to use that phrase as a marketing campaign? It's like punk being fashionable; it's the polar opposite of what the whole thing was about.
'Make do and mend' came about during war rationing and having a whole lotta less. It’s about using what you have, learning skills to make things, going without, mending where you can. Not about consumerist spending on fashion clothing and accessories. Not at all, actually. This is not even handmade or ethical clothing, but mass-produced pieces made in large quantities in overseas factories with dubious labour practices.
After I was confused, I felt a bit affronted. Sportsgirl have no interest in making do or mending, they want to sell more stuff, and think they can target a new market with crochet hooks and buttons. How dare they offer up with a price tag the very thing that generations of students and artists have pieced together with their own hands, wits, skills; and generations of householders and struggling mothers before them. Making the best of what you have, using traditional skills to provide for your family, using your own ingenuity; now on sale.
It makes me cranky.
Monday, December 20, 2010
good things are happening

Bad things are always happening. There will always be something not-so-great. But there are always good things happening too. Don't worry about the bad so much that you let the good things pass you by.
Believe in goodness, and that is what you will remember.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
deep breath

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Monday, June 14, 2010
my new boss lets me nap
Guess what I did. I resigned from my job. I did. Last week I packed up my desk, and put my pirate bobble head and novelty tape dispenser in a archive box and walked out, like they do in the movies.
Right now, I am entirely self employed. Today I had a nap. I just had breakfast for dinner.
I have a business plan. I have business cards, and postcards and a marketing plan. I have the feeling that my ignorance of what I'm undertaking is protecting me somewhat, I'm not as terrified as I should be.
Monday, May 31, 2010
limbo

I feel a little in limbo lately. My work and financial situation feels precarious, this darn cold is keeping me close to bed, the rain is keeping everyone indoors. I want to change what I do, I'm meeting new people, it's nearly half way through the year (already!) and I have that familiar 'what happened? what's going on now?' feeling. Like I am between stages, like something is going to happen. I just don't know what. Or when.
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(When feeling strange, it is nice to take out all my fabric, fold it up neatly and put it back by colour. It makes me happy. Simple and oh-so-satisfying to make some order out of pretty things.)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
in defence of the word 'lovely'
2. Inspiring love or affection.
3. Having beauty that appeals to the emotions as well as to the eye.
I use the word 'lovely' a lot. You may have noticed.
I was talking to a colleague the other day, who said that saying 'lovely' was a bit insipid. Like saying the day was 'nice' or someone looked 'okay'. It's a bit granny, a bit old. But in defense of the word, I think it's just swell (we can go into that word another time). I think it IS a bit granny. I like granny thank-you-very-much. To me it is patchwork, sunshine, fresh flowers and friends over for cups of tea. Just look at that definition. Call me old-fashioned, but it's just lovely.
I haven't found a word yet that quite says all of that in.one.word. I'm not one for 'awesome' (unless it IS particularly awesome) or 'great' or 'cool bananas' (that's for special occasions only). I find I use words in seasons, and right now, it's all about 'lovely'.
Do you find yourself using the same words? What do YOU say?
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Lovel-ly day
But you know what? I may have to do it anyway. Sorry.
Oh V-day. What a love/hate relationship we have. I love love, but you take it from sweet holding hands to a full-on pash with garlic breath, beard rash and too much saliva. I like being alone, but I hate to be lonely, and you have a way of cramming red roses and various plastic crap down our throats. Cardboard cut outs of hearts and cheesy songs. Overkill, yes? That said, everyone secretly wishes for something horrifically romantic to happen. Or moderately romantic. Or at least original and heart-felt slightly romantic.
Whatever you're doing today, I hope you have a love-ly day, with sincere sentiments and holding hands. And I hope it doesn't rain on your laundry either.
x Pepper
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Pancakes are Delicious

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Tuesday, January 5, 2010
on/off

Next to this house
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Saturday, January 2, 2010
stand firm in the world
Saturday, December 12, 2009
letters

A letter to myself
Hey you. You look nice today. Yes, even in your pajamas, sipping tea with your hair all mussed up and a slight headache. I know you’ve had a rough time lately. This year hasn’t been easy but it will get better. I know it’s hard to hear it from me, that some part of you doesn’t believe it, but I know that if you were my dear friend this is what I would tell you. You are beautiful. You are loved and you are stronger than you think.
A letter to my anxiety disorder
You’re a bit of a pain, aren’t you. Well it’s good to finally meet you, though I’ve known you for a while. Now I know who you are, I can recognise you. You have taken me away from my friends, away from life and so many exciting things in the world. You see you take a process that is really handy in response to, say, a ravenous lion; or a piano falling from a skyscraper above you; and apply to not-so-handy situations. Like getting on a bus, sitting in a restaurant or lining up at the bank. I am grateful to my body for having these responses like releasing adrenaline and making my heart beat fast so my muscles can carry me away from danger and maybe save my life. But you have to stop tricking my body into thinking that supermarkets are dangerous places. They’re really not. I don’t like being so scared and feeling like I may throw up or faint, and making excuses why I can’t do things and it’s starting to make me mad. I don't like that you've invited depression in to keep you company. So don’t get comfortable, generalized anxiety disorder. I have friends who have friends. I have backup. And your time is limited.
A letter to you
Hello. I like your shoes. Would you like some of my cookie? It’s choc chip, and I’m getting crumbs in the keyboard. I just wanted to let you know that I am a better person because of you. Thank you. You, reading this, makes me more open and able to share my thoughts and encourages a creativity that sometimes surprises me. You make me see the world in new ways. Your comments make my day. Your stories make me smile. Your empathy in bleak days and joy in happy times makes me wonder at humanity. You inspire me. Thank you.
A letter to tea
I like you very much. You are warm and comforting and oh-so-tasty. You make hangovers more bearable, sundays more lazy, you wake me up in the mornings, and give me a reason to get up and have nice little breaks that makes my work much nicer. You are an excuse to buy pretty mugs, and sit on the front step to watch the street at dusk. Keep being awesome.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Pepper is currently experiencing technical difficulties.
Friday, October 9, 2009
worth it? or just a nuisance?
I have an ad on the sidebar there now. A sponsor, if you will. Spruiking lollipops by way of a puppet flashing his bottom. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I wish it didn't flash so much (ha! pun not intended!) but any method that can buy me more time to do what I love (and buy fabric supplies. mmm... )... Are silly ads worth it? Or just a nuisance? Sometimes when I visit a blog with lots of ads I feel it can cheapen the feel of the whole blog. And I know some people wear the 'ad-free blog' badge with pride.
How do you feel about ads on blogs? Would you put an ad on your blog? Will you still visit me and say hi if you must be affronted by an ad here and there? Or shall I take the darn thing off?
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
is unhappiness your muse?

Which got me to thinking; I create more when things aren’t easy. That’s when I retreat and focus inward. I’ve been talking to some friends who are creative in different ways and that seems to be the case for them too. My friend who is a singer/songwriter finds it harder to write when she’s happy, there’s less material and impetuous to do so. Likewise painters can be best depressed, poets in unrequited love write with fervor; is the muse for creativity unhappiness? Is happiness a too mellow state to be passionate about creating something? Or is it any strong emotion that lends itself to expression?
What do you think? And do you create more when you are happy, or when you are sad?
Sunday, September 27, 2009
what I'm up to
Reading :: slightly in denial about just finishing Jane Eyre. I didn't want it to end
Making :: having a go at little felt antlers with wire insides, for a tiny monster
Eating :: fried eggplant with dill and cheese
Feeling :: tired, cold, and a bit sickly; but also relaxed, inspired, hopeful, and happy to see my housemate back from France
Thinking :: about all the things I want to do this week; work, essay, assignment, stitching, photography submission, posting, writing.
Wondering :: how much I will actually get done
Hoping :: that this stomach ache goes away quick sticks, so I can go see my friends band rock out tonight
Hearing :: the wind in the trees, david attenboroughs voice and a purring cat
Liking :: finding lots of lovely plushie makers blogs through needle.org collaboration
Wanting :: to never think or worry about money and be able to do whatever I like most
Playing :: newton faulkners album (undecided) and with new cushion designs
Wishing :: I had a pecan caramel pie with cream right now. and that weekends were a bit longer please
Enjoying :: endless cups of tea
Coveting :: a pretty thermos to take tea to the library, and a pair of brown leather boots
a handy list for updates from MeetMeAtMikes. What are you up to?
Thursday, September 17, 2009
part of what club now?
Today is the inaugural Singles Day, run by a group called Yes I am Single. (when you're single, isn't every day kind of singles day?) Yep, a day to celebrate being single and join a club in the hope of meeting someone so you can get the hell out of that club. Makes sense to me.
You can even buy a badge. Why you ask? so you can be seen by other people who wish to declare their singlehood and strike up conversation on public transport/ on the street/ at the supermarket; but more importantly your friends, coworkers and elderly relatives can all ask why you're wearing a ridiculous badge, and force you to explain this status repeatedly until you want to smash your own face in, or make up a fictitious partner who is travelling in the Caribbean right now thank.you.very.much. And please don't ask what is wrong with me. I will hurt you.
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Oops this post just turned from a community notice into about me. I've just been getting close to throwing a tantrum about the whole thing. On the edge of cynicism, this blog made me feel better. Then I read this post, which totally turned me to mush and goo and left me smiling for hours. Not only because she is a dear friend but because it gives me hope. Because it does happen, every day.
Until then, I enjoy sleeping diagonally, not shaving my legs if.I.don't.feel.like.it. and doing what the hell I want.
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You can keep your club.