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birthday bash

so Friday was my birthday, and i had an AMAZING weekend.  for years now i’ve been itching to do some artwork with an eclectic assortment of articles.  and i don’t know exactly what i’ll be doing, but i’m formulating some ideas.  so this weekend i hit the garage sale circuit in search of treasures.  i won’t have time today to put up pictures of all my goodies, but i’ll add on bit by bit, like a terribly unexciting anticlimactic play you’ll be half heartedly interested in.  but hey, it makes MY heart palpitate!  😉

that whole saying “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure” is somewhat trite, but nonetheless completely true.  i went to a thrift store, an antique boutique, a flea market and a whole passel of garage sales, and found tons of goodies!  retro chairs, art supplies, knick knacks and even a killer pair of brand new Ed Hardy shoes for $3.99!!!!   SAWEEET!!

lots of pics to come, but as i’m on my way to work i’ll put up my dearest treasure first.  i was looking at an advertisement i got in the mail and saw this kooky thing for sale at a drugstore, of all places.  it was only like 15.00 USD, and i really thought it was cool, but it wasn’t like i super needed it or anything.  so i kept it on the back burner of my mind – on low/simmer so i wouldn’t fry anything in there, cause i need all the brain cells i can get – and thought i’d hope for the best.  lo and behold!!  someone had one of these things at their garage sale, and sold it off to me for AN EVEN BUCK!   what??!!  i’m sooooo excited!

it’s a Galilean Thermometer, very alchemy-ish, and i absoluetly love it!  (reading it is a little different, but hey,  when i’m hot i’m hot and i don’t need gadgets to tell me i’m hot.  they just look cool lying around!)

denelleiopedia ~ “Tick-Tockery”

“Tick-Tockery” is one of my favorite words.

Years upon years ago I read Gregory Maguire’s engrossing book “Wicked” and fell madly in love with the character Alphaba.  This book was one of the few that imprinted itself so strongly on my being, I came away thinking of the world, looking at the world in a different way.  It’s like the book gave me a whole new sense to work with – a seventh sense, since I already have a pretty good sixth sense – or opened a door in me that showed me how to travel to different realities.  When the book was turned into a musical, my sister and I went with a dear friend, and it was extraordinary.  If possible, maybe even better than the book.

The stage was set with lovely designs that incorporated many of the ideas in the book.  If you hadn’t read the book you might not know why the hell there was a huge clock on the stage, but the set pieces all had meaning and charm to me.  And there were these lovely clockworks and gears, and I called them “Tick-Tockery”.  I said, “oooo, look at all the Tick-Tockery they have!”

Since then this word has come to mean:

gadgets, gears, clockwork, ornamentation, James Bond type toys and Mission Impossible style undercover work, pretty fastenings, old machinery, and Steampunk stylings. 

Yummmm…I love it all…

Love is all you need

Love may be my greatest downfall.

That is not to say that love will be the thing that brings me down; my Achilles’ Heel; the thorn in my side.

For Love – I believe – will redeem me. Finally. And thoroughly. I believe it is with Love, and through Love that I will achieve my greatest deeds. Write the best poetry, the most exciting novels. Discover the most hidden truths, sharing them with my loved ones, and perhaps the world, if it decides to be nice to me. Love will help me to realize myself, and my true potential. And Love will give me the missing pieces, to help me complete the tasks I have yet to accomplish; like turning cheap flatware into silver medallions, and finally mixing my never ending potion of eternal life.

Love is the downfall IN me. Wait. Love is…if there is something … well yeah ok, I guess Love is my Achilles’ Heel. Fine. I was trying to read my “book of the month” club book. And I don’t often do this…in fact, I can’t remember when I’ve ever done this, but I read a fair amount, so I imagine I must have done it before. I flipped ahead! I flipped through pages and pages of the story, looking to see if they got together or not! This was not as easy a task as it could have been; this isn’t a romance we’re reading. This is an ensemble piece, story upon story of lives intertwining and lacing together like an ice skater’s boot. And people come and go and change, and the story doesn’t stop, just waits in the wings for a while, until the other players get the hell of stage finally, so the lovers can get back to canoodling or looking longingly at each other for two minutes before the next tragedy whisks them off stage again. And really, there hasn’t been canoodling. Or much long looking.

And maybe that’s what has me riveted, and cheating the author by skipping the other lives that exist in this novel, just to get to the lovers. But that’s the thing…he’s done it so well. He’s created the angst of love, and the anticipation so accurately.

It’s not a romance like out of the Harelequin novels…there’s no talk of pulsing neck veins, or throbbing…headaches, or voluptuous damsels. There aren’t wise cracking heroes or muscular main men that save the day or slay the dragon. Yes, there is talk of castles. A few of the characters happen to be Irish, and there are two love stories unfolding here. But these stories are REAL sounding. Two people falling in love, who are nobodies, and trying to live their lives, and afraid of committing to this love, but afraid of not committing. A love that is so intense it is palpable, and vibrates in the room, making others uncomfortably aware that something in the world is frenzied, and heated, and stifling…is it the weather? Longing that is so frustrating it makes your chest squeeze as you read about it, and makes your brow furrow as you nervously bite your nails, wondering if he will finally screw up his courage and stay with her in her life.

The whole book isn’t about this love, it maybe isn’t about love at all. Love is maybe just part of what happens, PART of life.

And that’s my problem, I guess.

I’m a romantic. When the story is unfolding around me, I want to see where the love is. When the movie is dancing across the screen, I look for the lovers.

It’s not like I think love is the only thing there is. But I seem to buy into that old Beatles tune, Love is all you need. Yes there is work, and politics. Yes there is school, and art, and self expression and writing until you aren’t sure what words mean anymore. There is food and wine, football and foosball (thank the gods) and all the things that make life beautiful and worth while. But love is in ALL of that. And without love, none of that would matter to me. I mean, I am able to enjoy all of these things whether single or happily involved. But love is what makes my heart get a beat on.

And so, I suppose, Love will be the end of me.