What do you get when you cross a fairy and Elvis like sparkle?

This, my outfit of the moment. Sparkles and layers of pink linen make for a happy floral design student.

All the shades of green are emerging and when mother and I spent our time Saturday inspecting all our trees and patches of lawn and landscape Chrystalee joined us. Both the two little ones love to follow us around outside and explore. They often go on their own as well but typically stay around us as we putt around outside.

Love those shades of green!

I packed Mother, pictured above at Easter (likely would wear the ears regardless of holiday/day), non-fairy Godmother and Coyote’s Mom in the Jeep along with Coyote and we headed to Brunch. I chose the Pickle Barrel, in the high hopes of latkes and the promises of a chocolate fountain, neither were to be found but nonetheless a lovely day. (After the music was turned down, the plates manhandled by little grubby children removed from the buffet stand, the wrong reservation taken under the wrong name even though I confirmed it yesterday and eventually a working debit machine was produced.)

It was the first meeting of the mom’s and they recollected several embarrassing but adorable stories of my youth and we laughed until we cried. It was so nice to be with them, the truly mean the world to me and without them I would not be the person who writes this blog today. Mothers are important. You only have one, lucky me in my case two, but even if you don’t see eye to eye they are nonetheless owed to them for your creation.

My mothers are my best friends so perhaps I am slightly biased. I adore them even at their worst and they reciprocate.

I love you moms! Thank you for EVERYTHING!

I’m grinding my teeth writing this because of certain people not valuing this bond. There are several variables that affect this particular entanglement but the bottom line is unfair treatment and arrogance. I’ve had enough of this situation, yet again, after trying for the umpteenth time to repair it. This was the first Mothers day for my own Mother to not be spending it with her Mother, Baba. Not to mention the losses of my Godfather and Father in the past six years leaving the two old birds to be feathering their nests singly. For the first time in many, many years.

Compassion is breathtakingly absent from this family in some instances.

All I can say is karma.

It’s three times the bitch Mother, Godmother and I am combined.

Happiness is…nurturing.

My veggies and herbs are coming along quite nicely. This second batch has caught on with a vengeance. This is genetic, my maternal Grandfather worked in landscaping at the old University of Toronto campus and he ‘rescued’ plants and cacti from the garbage of the experimental labratories. Hence the six foot plus cacti we have featured in our living room. Mother too is amazing with our green leafy friends.

I love plants and flowers, I love to nurture something and watch it thrive. I speak to the plants at work and apologize for their dry soil or the fact I have to trim them back. And I loathe having to throw a living thing away. I believe in resurrection.

So there. I’ve blogged it…I’m a chlorophyll hoarder.

In my defense, with a face as such, and with as little self control as I indeed have…I take a feline related picture a day. At least one shot of Chrystalee, Marten or Chili. It’s what being a furparent is all about. Plus, they are such whimsical and adoring models. Not to mention willing!

Lilac to me smells of spring and deliciousness.

Mom and I often go over one concession and cut a large bouquet of fresh lilac for the house. A few years ago her entire right leg was swallowed by some sort of animal hole near the tree. How she didn’t break her leg we will never know, it didn’t help all we could do was laugh and then spend a good ten minutes trying to gingerly extract the limb from the hole. I was terrified some angry badger, whose home we imposed on, would start to gnaw on mom’s foot.

We specialize in abstract memories in this family.

My hands down favourite. After all, this is the word of new beginnings, new friends, new adventures, the start of something beautiful of a life lesson however you want to look it at. With this one word a ton of possibilities open.

Pictured above is the Hello necklace from Piano Bench Designs I purchased in 2010. I fell in love with it immediately and recommend highly. Also, a beautiful Fox jewellery box Ashley got for me, it houses all my finger baubles and reminds me of her every time I see it.

Hello happiness!

Someone includes felines.

Humour me. Let me let you in on the life of Marten. And why indeed he inspires me every single time I look at his little smushed face, even when he sneezes in to my morning coffee or on my freshly made-up face.

Once upon a time there was a scraggly and thin little Persian who was dumped at the animal shelter and was quickly scheduled for execution. That’s right. Marty almost saw the light. But luckily with a, let’s say unique face as such, he stole the heart of a rescuer who noticed his pedigree and decided on giving the ol’ furpants a second chance. Fast forward to the day a girl, who had made a resolution to save a wittle kittypuss that year, was trolling Petfinder and clicked on the profile of the love of her life.

The rest is feline/human history.

Marty inspires me because although he has disgustingly shunned the litter, the man does as he pleases. When he’s tired, he sleeps. When hunger strikes, he eats. When he notices his human frustrated or a little down he makes some time out of his busy schedule and tries to suffocate her by sleeping on her face. This reminds her that life is worth living and no matter what hand you are dealt, you can always succeed and eventually find yourself living a life of luxury. Death Row one day, years later paradise.

With or without the need for a litterbox.

Oh Instagram I love you and your filters.

This little gem sits on my desk along with many, several and lots of Kinder egg finds. Only the best ones make the shelf, like the exclusive country club of junk. This is my life and it’s rules and constant search for the greatest little treasures in life. I think these items as my co-authors as they constantly inspire me and make me smile.

Catch-up time!

Coyote and I were doing our weekly stocking up of gummy based treats when I came across this delightful little lady at Bulk Barn. Pinatas have made leaps and bounds in the style department all without my knowledge. We believe that a diet based on sugar really does a body good.  And by that I mean I am, strictly by size, quite Adele-ish as of late and mostly covered in sugar and syrup.

Also, as a word of warning, after the sugar crash you take your own life in to your hands if you come within five feet of me.

Cause that’s how I roll. Covered in sugar.