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I was really, honestly shocked to learn last night that I’m apparently a quiet person. The Romgi was really, honestly shocked that I didn’t know that. Is he right? Am I quiet?

Delicate by Christine Lindstrom



Blind contour drawing of shoe, baseball mitt, and candlestick for my first art class.

Sketch of same shoe from same class. 10 minutes! I had to increase the contrast on the image so you could actually see the pencil. Sorry it makes the stripes too dark.

Relaxing evening. I have no idea how to use watercolors, I'm trying to figure it out. I love the look of watercolor text. Also, triangles.

My friend-and-neighbor Holly asked me to make invitations for her daughter Lucy's birthday party. I still secretly think Holly was just being nice to me.

More ideas for the invitations. The cake on the top is the one I used on my own join-us-for-cake invitations, which I still haven't shown you. Mine had more candles, though.


When the Romgi and I were first married, we worked together at a call center. Our work day began at 6:30am, which meant we had to go to bed and get up early. I don’t know about you, but I hate the “Early to bed, early to rise” mantra. I’d much rather stay up until 2am and sleep until 10. Combine that with my poor self-discipline (which was even worse in those days) and it meant I usually didn’t get much sleep.

One day at Costco we saw a bottle of melatonin tablets, recommended for helping you sleep better. A quick summary of the Wikipedia article: mammals secrete the hormone melatonin during darkness, and some studies have suggested a link between increased melatonin levels and better sleep. It’s currently sold as a dietary supplement.

I think after we bought the tablets we went home and read the Wikipedia article, and picked up on the idea that melatonin can cause an increase in vivid dreaming. And no kidding – a few days were enough to convince both me and the Romgi that these were Weird Dream pills. The Romgi stopped taking them because the crazy dreams made him feel less rested. I took them for a while longer until I got baby-crazy, and the tablets aren’t recommended for use by pregnant women. (When I wean jr in a month I might try melatonin again. Maybe.)

Last night I watched a movie that was weirder than any dream I ever had on melatonin (or any other drug, for that matter).

Have you heard of The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus?

I don’t even know where to begin on this. Did you see What Dreams May Come? Pretty bizarre movie, right? Imaginarium is much, much more bizarre. What confused me more than anything was that so many people were involved in the creation of the movie. I could understand if one person had a melatonin-induced crazy dream and wanted to bring it to life on the big screen. But how do you convince other people that it should be done? How do you convince Christopher Plummer and Heath Ledger, and three big actors after Heath Ledger suddenly dies, to take part in your hallucination?

Guys, this movie was weird.

Right now the Bwun is watching an episode of Dora the Explorer where Boots has turned into Sleeping Boots and Dora has to teach rocks to sing so she can become a true princess and wake Boots up, and all I can think is – this makes sense.

The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus does not.

You probably wonder why I watched the movie to begin with. One of the blogs I read, Where the Lovely Things Are, linked to the tumblr Mirrors & co. a few months ago. As I browsed the archives I found this fascinating still:

Now that I’ve seen the movie you’d think I could explain what was going on in this picture. No, not really. I might be able to recite the events that preceded the scene but it would be devoid of meaning.

Anyone else watched Imaginarium? Can you provide any insight, or should I just assume that the writers (and everyone else involved) had some heavy doses of melatonin before creating this?


The Romgi and I got to go see the final Harry Potter movie on Friday. Yep, we actually went to the theater, on opening day! With popcorn and everything. (I feel obligated to scoff at the prices charged for snacks – a popcorn and a box of candy cost $12. If we ever go to a movie again, I’m definitely filling my purse up with our own snacks.)

When I read Book 7, I rushed through. I was really intent on reading it quickly because I wanted the whole plot at once. Interestingly, I do the same thing with my favorite meal, the Romgi’s french toast. I basically inhale it because I want the whole experience immediately. This is ok with food (except that it’s gone too soon), but doesn’t work as well with books. I’m already a fast reader. Going much faster than normal means I skim or even skip over parts that look less important. I consequently missed some of the Deathly Hallows experience. I’ll be honest, I thought it was my duty to be enthusiastic about Book 7. The Romgi didn’t love the book, but I enjoyed it and wanted to support it in all its importance. With the Romgi’s less enthusiastic response in mind, I haven’t ever re-read the book, and I was a little bit apprehensive about the movie. What if it was disappointing? Book-to-movie adaptations are always tricky, but this was to be the final movie in what might be the most influential series of my lifetime. I felt like there was a lot at stake.

So…what did I think?

Holy hannah. It was the best movie I’ve ever seen. (I make that claim without putting a whole lot of thought into what other movies I’ve seen. It’s more of an emotional statement than a rational one.) It was perfect. I thought the adaptation was amazing. As soon as the movie ended I was ready to watch it again. In fact, when we got home I picked up Book 7 to see how I like it this time. This may sound silly but I felt intensely emotionally invested in the movie, and it was a meaningful conclusion to the series.

Have you seen it? What did you think?


I saw this painting a while ago on Pinterest, and I really love it:

Unfortunately, I don’t know who the artist is. The image on Pinterest links to a post on tumblr, which I can only trace back to this other tumblr post. Do you have any idea how to find out who painted this?

I’m considering (someday) doing something similar, with another famous and easily recognizable painting. Maybe Starry Night? What would you do?


Because I rearranged some of the furniture in our living room, we have a very bare corner. I’m not sure what to do with it. Here are a few projects I’ve considered to fill the space, but in all likelihood will never do:

This fun artwork is made using a potato stamp! I really like the effect of stamping several triangles at a time so the amount of paint varies. I’d have to use small canvases, though, and I definitely don’t have room to do a triptych like this.

I may install some small Ikea shelves to display things on. The problem is, I’m not much of a Thing person – so I don’t have Things to display! But a terrarium with dinosaurs? I could see that.

Another Thing I might want to make is something similar to this Golden Lion from Etsy seller The Good Machinery. I’m leaning toward an anteater (on the off chance that I actually do this project!).

A while ago I saw this color theory project that a little kid did for Valentine’s Day cards. I’d use a different color palette and maybe frame it? Or just do it directly on a canvas?

I already have the materials to make these yarn balls. But I’m not sure if the idea will work in our living room. Yet another reason nothing gets done around here!

These paper quilt blocks are amazing. I like to think that with an X-Acto knife and some practice I could make these, or something similar. I love the look of the plain white paper.

Which project do you like? Do you have other ideas for how to fill a corner of my living room?

No Frills

I don’t know why I thought of this the other day, but when I was little I had a bear called the No Frills Bear.

I loved that it had a barcode on its foot. And, you can still find this bear – plenty on eBay and even one on Amazon for about $13. I’m not much of a sentimental person, but I admit, I really want to have this bear again.

Then I got thinking about other toys I had as a kid.

You remember My Little Ponies, but did you know they had a Big Brother line? I had this pirate pony, which Google has informed me is named Barnacle:

For Christmas in 1991 I got this Happy Holidays Barbie, and although her dress started out as a nice deep green, it faded over the years to an indescribable brownish-red color.

My sleep-deprived brain can’t think of any other specific toys at the moment. What about you? Are there toys you remember loving as a kid? Thanks to the vast reaches of the internet, I bet you can find a lot of them still.

Like I said, I’m not usually one to feel sentimental about “things,” but I do want that No Frills Bear!