Sweet Chrysanthemum
7 Things.
In no particular order:
1. In high school I had a pet Llama named Piper.
He was brown and lovely, and hardly ever spat at people. I used to take him for walks through the Bible College on the little Island I’m from and try to pick up christian college boys. Needless to say this did not go well, on several levels.I also was asked on several occasions if he ate meat or laid eggs. (No to both if you’re wondering.)
2. I have my BFA in Art and Design.
I sometimes feel I faked my way through my degree. My final works were cool, but kinda gimmicky and also possibly dangerously poisonous. I used acetone to transfer photocopies onto my naked and sexy coworkers, friends and ex-boyfriends and then took photos of them. The secret here is that basically I did all this to avoid drawing. I have a BFA and can barely draw.
3. My next “life goal” is to become a Knitting Guild Certified Master Hand Knitter.
Yes, I knit. I’m not 80, I don’t make washcloths, I would say I don’t live alone with my cat, but that’s totally not true. I started knitting in 2007 when school was so stressful I could barely breathe. I hardly ever finish projects (half knitted hats, single mittens etc.) But I keep doing it.
4. I used to make KISS dolls.
If you know what these are you probably can’t judge me for it.
5. I cannot stand the city I’m living in.
Every last one of my potential five year plans involves getting the heck out of here. It’s not so much about hating on Edmonton (we all do that enough.) I’ve just never felt truly at home here. And its a million little things. It’s not being near the ocean, it’s living somewhere where the conservatives get into office almost without contest. It’s the winter. It’s not having green grocers. It’s the ratio of huge trucks to hippy cars. It’s the architecture. Yes, I’m whiney.
6. I’ve never been able to commit to a favourite colour.
And if asked, I’ll either say I don’t have one, or describe something so specific that it gets dull and annoying. I always messed up the favourite colour pie charts in math class. At this exact moment my favourite might be described as a peachy sunset orange, not so light as to be called pastel, not so intense as to be called bright. Sort of like the colour of Rita’s bedsheets in Dexter, but slightly more golden and less ruddy. Ish.
7. I’m great at being a bit player.
I have this theory about myself. You know how you can kind of compare your life to a movie or a tv show? And like, you’re the main character and friends and boyfriends and stuff are guests on the show, but it’s your show? I’ve never really felt like I have my own show. I’m great at being the friend, or the not overly important girlfriend, or the perky coworker who brings in cookies; I’m just not great at being myself. I’ve never really had the kind of friendships and relationships that I feel that I’m as important to them as they are to me. Until now. I cut a few toxic people entirely or mostly out of my life, I fell in love with someone who really loves me back. It’s starting to change how I see things on a very basic level.
