Monday, September 29, 2014

Queen of Duct Tape

I was just going to buy one of packages of duct tape at Canadian Tire today ....

I bought nine - all fabulously colourful and unique!

 It should last me for a day or two ....

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Technical Difficulties, Again

I was going to do a lot of things today.  Yeah, sure, some things got done, which is good, but the main thing I was looking forward to getting done, didn't.

I won't bore you with the details of my computer problems.  Sufficed to say., I felt a mixture of feelings when I did finally figure it all out.  Yay, I was a genius!  Boo, I should have thought of the solution much sooner.

I swear I could hear Rob chuckling to himself and saying, "Blondeness ...."   I miss Rob teasing me with that name.

Well, anyway, I downloaded the jpegs, which Jeff had emailed to me on Saturday. I'm quite excited to start designing cards tomorrow!  He's such an incredibly talented photographer!

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Slow Market Day

It was a slow market day today.  A paaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinfully slow market day, as a matter of fact.

I only made $36.00!

Still, it was a lovely Fall day.  There won't be many gems like this anymore.   I want to make the most of everything before the (dare I say it?!) snow comes.  Make hay while the sun shines, as my mother used to say!

With this feeling of joyous abandonment comes a renewed sense of hope and determination, my head full of ideas.  If St. Lawrence Market had been dismal today (and odds were that there would, most likely, be more such days), then I'd better get my ass in gear and try to change my business' future.  I'd post more of my artwork on Etsy; apply for art and business grants; and, contact the people at Pawsway to see if they'd consider selling my note cards in their store.

Friday, September 26, 2014

Focus is on Painting

I had a good, productive, and fun day.

Now I'm painting, and that's all I have to say!

Thursday, September 25, 2014

A Lover's Quarrel

Painting, to me, is like a lover's quarrel.

I love you!

              I HATE YOU!

                        I want to start over with somebody new...

No, no, no! Please dom't throw me away like garbage. 

                     It's just not working between us. You're not doing what I need you to.

I can try harder! (pause) You used to think I was beautiful...

                    You're HIDIOUS! I can't stand the way you just sit there and taunght me. 


                    (long pause) Okay, I guess I can give you another chance. 

An hour later...

                     I love you! You're beautiful. 

You're love makes me beautiful. 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014


I'm cranky!  You don't want to really hear from me.

I will say this, however: if I get woken up one more morning by excruciatingly loud racket outside of my window by garbagemen clattering bottles and other trash-like items, gathering them to take it all away -  I just might need to beat someone up!

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

With a Little Help From My Friends

I can't talk right now because Jeff Bierk (  jeffbierkphotography  ) is taking photos of some of my artwork for posterity.

 And Simone Schmidt (  The Highest Order  ) is painting an anarrchy symbol on an old Halloween cape I have.  (It's for an art project I'm going to be working on later on.)

And me ... well, I'll either be working on the painting of Hank ...

or, I'll try on my new cape for size and go crime-fighting!

Look out, baddies!  Super Anne-archist is coming to get you!

Monday, September 22, 2014

Honouring Hank

Today at 1pm, Hank was put to sleep.  To honour his memory, I'm going to paint his portrait tonight.

Good night, Hank ....

Sunday, September 21, 2014

A Slow, Wet Sunday

I'm in a pensive mood this evening.  Sure, I look gorgeous in my red dress and sparkly teal dress, slowly drying off from racing home in the pouring rain, and yet I feel thoughtful and, yes, sad.

I had offered to take my friend Motria out for dinner at Cafe tonight.  A few nights ago, she confided in me that she was depressed because she was extremely worried about her cat Hank.

Poor little Hank has cancer and, even though he's on medication, isn't improving in any kind of significant way.  There was discussion of euthanasia in his not too distant future.

I love giving support and comfort to my friends whenever they need it.  It makes me feel good to know I can help my friends the way they've done a million times for me. Sometimes a sympathetic ear and shoulder to cry upon are way better than any kind of drugs.

Sure, it was difficult for both of us to talk about Hank and his inexcapable demise, because it inevitably led to talking about people and pets we loved and who had left this earth.

I can't speak for Motria, but the evening left me feeling frustrated and angry at how the uniiverse is run.

And, even hours later, one question rolls around in my head, searching for an answer (the answer):


Saturday, September 20, 2014

Are You Ok, Miss?

So,  I was two thirds of the way to the market, waiting for the light to change so I could continue on my way, when this guy, walking towards me from the opposite direction, kept yelling at me, "Are you ok, miss? Miss, are you ok? Miss, are you ok?"

I rolled my eyes and looked away in annoyance. What the fuck was wrong with him for Christ's sake? Many other people have had the same kind of weird reaction to me crossing the road, so I was kind of used to it ... unfortunately.

I just don't get it. Everyday people cross the street without shocked and panicked reactions from other people. What the big deal if I cross the street on my own? I showed no sign of panic or trepidation about what I do every Saturday morning.

Don't people know I am Super Anne? Hmm ...  Maybe I need to start wearing my cape and having St. Lawrence Market send an "Anne Signal" ....

Friday, September 19, 2014


I'm sad and missing Rob. I think I'll distract myself by painting ....

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Second Day of Honouring Rob Warenda

I'm still eating KFC and pizza, and drinking scotch and whiskey, Sweety.  Maybe tomorrow I'll have coffee with my breakfast.

I hope you can taste what I'm consuming.  It would please me to know that you can enjoy your favourite things through me.  Let me be your conduit, Sweety.

I've listened to some of your favourite music, like Under My Wheels  by Alice Cooper.  And, I listened to one of your podcasts: Kicked out of Podcast Camp Toronto   You hated the sound of your own voice, but I loved it and will continue to love it and yearn to hear it again for the rest of my life.

I'm going to stay up until 3:30am, my love; to honour the last time you drew breath five years ago at that exact time.  I'll drink scotch and water with Maddie, and toast to your memory.  Stories of your kindness, gentleness, and maddening self-depreciatiom will pour forth from me.

I will love you forever, Robert Shane Warenda.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

A Rob Warenda Kind of Day

You were my friend, lover, muse, confidant. I laughed with you, cried with you, and went to hell and back with you.  I'd do it all over again, if I could, Rob.

I went to counselling today and talked my ass off about you! Now I'm having a party in your honour.

I love you Rob Warenda! You were one special guy and I miss you like crazy.