What's in the gallery?
We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.
We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**
* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.
** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.
What's in the gallery?
We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.
We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**
* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.
** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.
Ask Havi #27: Off-topic and totally random.
Note: it is almost impossible to get on the Ask Havi list. This person got in by a. being one of my clients or students, b. flattering the hell out of my duck, and c. making life easy on me by being clear about what the question was and what details I could use.
It’s probably not even slightly surprising, but I get all sorts of questions that don’t really have anything to do with what I teach.
Some are too nuanced or complicated to answer in a hundred and forty characters at the bar (on Twitter) — and others don’t manage to fall even into the wildly broad categories of stuff I to write about here.
I always figured the right time would show up to answer some of the ones that show up over and over . And that time is (apparently) now, as I am off visiting Hiro and we are being a little bit silly.
So. Here they are. The answers to five off-topic questions — which you may or may not have been dying to know.
“Why is your gentleman friend your ‘gentleman friend’?”
Oh.
There is a story there.
When we first met, my gentleman friend called his parents and told them he’d fallen madly in love.
The next time they spoke, his mother asked after the ‘lady friend’.
My gentleman friend: You mean my girlfriend?
My gentleman friend’s mother: You’re a little too old for a girlfriend.
Awesome.
So I became the lady friend. And my gentleman friend is my gentleman friend.
“Why don’t you admit that your gentleman friend is actually a girl?”
Huh.
You know what’s funny? I talk about all sorts of things here that people would normally never bring up.
I’ve written about poverty and terror and stuff blowing up. And about my friend who is dead and my conversations with walls and the fact that my filling system is arranged by chakras.
Also, I live in northeast Portland, which is a place where my having a lady friend would not even be interesting.
Believe me, if my gentleman friend were my lady friend, y’all would know about it.
“How do you bake bread without using sugar?”
Juice.
I feed my little bread yeasties with juice instead of sugar.
Any non-citrus juice that’s 100% fruit will work, but I like grape juice best for bread. It does turn the dough a little bit purple-ey, but you get used to it.
Kedem is the brand I bake with, but my friends make my recipe work with whatever they have around the house, and it’s good that way too.
Mmm, bread!
“Why do you think yoga mats are evil?”
Um.
I’m not sure that I do think that yoga mats are evil.
But I must have said something to that effect because you’re asking the question. And yeah, it does kind of sound like something I might say. 🙂
So. Let’s see.
I think that yoga mats made with PVC are evil. First of all, you’re breathing in poison. And the manufacturing process (plus their inevitable destination as landfill), means that buying one is participating in crappifying the world. Neither of those are very yoga things to do.
If you’re going to get a mat, get one that’s biodegradable — or at least one that you’ll be able to leave it to your grandkids in good condition, like Peter’s manduka mat.
My deeper point is that mats are not so much evil as not really necessary.
A mind and a few working body parts, and you can do yoga. It doesn’t actually require much more than being able to breathe. Which is one of the things I love about it.
The danger comes when we start thinking that we need stuff to do yoga, and we get caught up in the trappings — in the “yoga industrial complex”.
The truth is that a blanket works great for most poses, and the floor works well for the rest. And we sometimes forget that having a narrow rectangle defining our space can really confine our creativity of movement.
But I also don’t think it’s bad to have a mat — not at all.
I have one myself (the compostable kind) and I use it when I want to work on balance stuff, or to mark out the space of “I am practicing yoga”.
For me, seeing the mat on the floor is a reminder that this is my daily ritual. That this is something I need and something I’m committed to.
“I don’t get it. You’re a big tree-hugging yoga hippie Shivanaut but you also like Roller Derby. Explain.”
“Explain”?
Roller Derby is all about drag, brilliantly bad puns, ass-kicking, stripey socks, marginalized culture, and beer.
Which is pretty much a list of all the stuff I like.
And I also like hugging trees.
We’re complex and multi-faceted beings.
I don’t know if I have a better explanation than that.
And that’s as good a place to finish today as any.
Honestly? I can’t come up with a conclusion for this one.
But since we’re off-topic anyway, feel free to jump in with stories of odd/interesting things that people ask you. Or that you wish they’d ask you. Or … anything else, really.
Comment zen:
We’ve all got our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff.
Item! My brain just rickrolled me.
A somewhat goofy mini-collection of stuff I’ve been reading, stuff I’ve been thinking about and oh, some completely random crap.
Basically the stuff that never gets mentioned here because I’m not the kind of person who can just make some teeny little point. Not into the whole brevity thing, as the Dude would say.
Actually, I’m under the strict compulsion to write ten pages about anything on my mind. So this is me. Practicing brevity.
I’m in Vancouver.
That’s not really an Item (Item!) — I just thought you’d want to know.
Item! Post No. 38 in a semi-ongoing series that still has no point and still isn’t going anywhere.
Item! My brain just rickrolled me!
Seriously. I just emerged from meditation with “Never Gonna Give You Up” in my head.
What’s up with that?
Never mind. Please don’t tell me.
Item! Office Hours! Amazing.
Wendy. One hour. Once a week. Answering tech questions by phone. Like, for fun. You know, stuff about E-Junkie, AWeber, Paypal, WordPress. Stuff like that.
“I’m trying out a little thing I like to call Open Office Hours. Which, if you abbreviate it to OOH, you are required to pronounce with a trill of delight, like someone who’s just been presented with a surprise chocolate cake. “OOH! For moi?”
Eyelash-batting is optional, but adds immeasurably to the effect.”
I can vouch for Wendy as someone I have known for a while and met personally, and as someone who is genuinely smart, funny, kind and caring. And a patient explain-er. And a total freaking goofball. In the best way, of course!
She’s @wendycholbi on Twitter.
Item! Mother said knock you out!
Okay. So this is five minutes of your life.
But, if you ask me, completely worth it. I cannot remember the last time I laughed this hard.
Mr. B The Gentleman Rhymer: 30 years of hip-hop history in five minutes on the banjo, with his song “Chap-Hop History”.
My gentleman friend and I have been obsessively playing this wackjob gem all week. And yes, against all odds, Mr. B actually is British.
Via Laughing Squid — @laughingsquid on Twitter.
Item! You’re a grown-up now.
Yeah! And that means you get to jump on a trampoline! Wheeeeeee!
From our very own JoVE (pronounced Jo Vee-Eee):
“You’re a grown-up now.
And you work in a field where you have considerable autonomy.
Figure out how you work best and then design your day and your space to support your work.
It’ll feel weird at first. And you might have to experiment a bit. But sitting at your desk in silence might not be the most productive way for you to work.”
Here’s the rest of it.
She’s @jovanevery on Twitter.
Item! Waves. Socks.
A couple Thursdays ago I referenced this post that Emily had written where she
answered a bunch of my wacky questions in different posts on her blog.
The stuff that came up was so completely moving that I wanted to talk about her post some more.
Or really just to quote from it:
“What do I need right now?
To relax. To have patience. To stop pushing so hard. To not flail about waiting for something to pluck me from the waves. To rest easy and ride the waves.
To recognize the storms and boats as they approach and prepare for a little more rocking. To dive deep and see some of the cool shit that’s deep under there. It’s all part of the whole.
The waves will never be completely still. Just float!”
So great. She also wrote a post on extroversion for introverts that I loved:
“Today I have, yes…stripes.
Purple and orange and black stripes. No one else can see them (unless I let them), so those in charge aren’t going to know or care. But somehow, it makes a difference. I can remember I’m a happy snowflake and not an automaton. “
She’s @emilyroots on Twitter.
Item! My new pottery obsession.
I met this guy at a Last Thursday event last year in Northeast Portland.
And bought mugs from him that are kind of like these.
So now I’ve been stalking his Etsy shop.
And this is the new most gorgeous thing I found. Love.
He’s not on Twitter. I know! Tragic.
Item! My other favorite comic.
So last week I asked you guys for stuff to Itemize (Item!) and got tons of good stuff.
And someone said that I have “tragically neglected to Itemize xkcd”. Which is true in the sense that it has never been an Item! itself, and is also a brilliant recommendation (thank you!).
The funny part is that I’ve actually linked to xkcd on three separate occasions from this blog. Just not from the Item-ey posts.
Once in a piece called don’t bother taking a deep breath, and again (“science works, bitches!”) when I wrote about triggers.
And then in the best Friday Chicken ever — the one with the song about the big jew frog.
Anyway. All that to say that instead of talking about xkcd today, I’m going to Itemize my other favorite comic: Ryan North’s super-obscurely-genius Dinosaur Comics.
I live for it.
He’s @ryanqnorth on Twitter.
Item! Update from the land of the Peculiar & Hilarious Shivanauts!
The “peculiar and hilarious” thing comes from Melynda’s sweet bit about Butterfly Wishes.
Lovely guest post from Char about how it took her a year to actually try Dance of Shiva. It’s about the patterns that came up during the not doing, and the things she learned along the way.
Very thoughtful. Very useful. For Shivanauts and also for people who have no idea what I’m talking about.
Item! Comments!
So it was really cool the other week when I got to work on my practice of how I ask for stuff and you guys gave me the best reading recommendations ever!
So I’m going to try it again.
Here’s what I want:
- Things you’re thinking about.
- What you’re doing to mark the season changing (doesn’t have to be a profound ritual or anything — breaking out the hoodies counts too).
My commitment.
I am committed to giving time and thought to the things that people say, and I will interact with their ideas and with my own stuff as compassionately and honestly as is possible for me.
Even though asking for what I want still feels awkward for me, I’m just going to remind myself that this is a thing I’m practicing.
That is all.
Happy reading.
And happy Blustery Windsday. See you tomorrow.
Boring old me and my pet kangaroo
One of the things I’ve heard a lot of this year is how I (supposedly) have an unfair advantage by being kooky.*
Because, apparently, life is harder for non-kooky people.
The people who tell me this say things like:
“Come on. You have a duck. You’re a big weirdo who files things by chakras and is obsessed with roller derby and makes unforgivably dorky puns on Twitter.
“Of course you’re successful. Of course people pay attention to what you say. Because you’re a memorable freaking wackjob. Like Naomi. But vegetarian-er.
“But what about the rest of us who are not kooky and weird??????”
*Kooooooooooooooooky. Actually, I probably do have an unfair advantage, but it’s definitely not related to the kookiness.
Point one.
You do. not. have to. be kooky and weird.
It is not a requirement for anything. Outside of carnival work, maybe.
Point two.
Every time you’re doing your thing and being all yourself — out loud — your Right People are going to be drawn to that.
The being-yourself-ness of it all does not, in and of itself, have to be quirky, odd or remarkable.
It’s the act of you being all hellooooooo, this is me, baby. That’s what counts.
You don’t have to lift your t-shirt up and yell Spring Break! That part is completely optional.
Point three.
There are no boring people.
You are alive. There is something interesting about you. You just don’t know that it’s interesting because you’re too busy getting really, really excited about scones in a tube or feeding your pet kangaroo.
Point four.
But if there were? If you were the Most Boring Person That Ever Was? You could totally work that.
Because it would be the best brand ever.
And anyway, there’s nothing wrong with having laid-back and low-key as part of your thing.
You can even put those qualities on your dammit list.**
** I get to be a wallflower dammit. I’ll wear only beige if I want to dammit. I don’t have to go to networking events if I’d rather stay in bed dammit. Ha! So there.
Bring on the examples!
An example for point one (you don’t have to be kooky).
Robert Middleton. Amazon. The Small Business Association. There, three examples. All decidedly unkooky.
An example for point two (because it’s about being yourself out loud).
Okay. Mark Silver is a Sufi business coach who plays frisbee with Buddhists. What’s not to like?
An example for point three (and anyway there are no boring people).
You know who else thinks she’s not kooky and interesting?
Mahala.
Her Twitter bio says:
“Twenty years with brain injury has taught me: identify with love over limitation.”
Twenty years. With brain injury. And now she knows about identifying with love over limitation. So she’s teaching heart-meditation.
You’re intrigued, right? Of course you are!
Because hello, how is that not fascinating? Without knowing anything else about her, I was already one of her Right People just from that bio. Sold! Tell me more about your pet kangaroo.
An example for point four (but if there were, you could make the boring work for you, baby).
A year or so ago, through a series of excellent coincidences, I was eating crepes (crepes!) with Shannon.
We had a conversation that went kind of like this:
Shannon: There’s nothing to biggify about me because I’m boring. Boring boring life coach. Boring.
Me: Ohmygod. That’s a great angle. You should go with it.
Shannon: No, I’m serious.
Me: Right. So am I. You should brand yourself as That One Really Really Boring Life Coach. No, the Boring, Irrelevant Life Coach. I love it!
Shannon: ?!?!
Me: And all your material should be like, this will not be even slightly interesting, because I am a supremely dull human being, but we will completely fix your problems because life coaching works — even though it’s really boring. See? Like that.
Shannon: Yeah! You don’t get boringness and irrelevancy of this caliber for nothing.
Me: Right! You could print business cards that say, Bored yet? You should be.
Shannon: Ooh! And my logo could be someone yawning extravagantly. Tagline: ‘lulling people to sleep with my lack of personality since 1997!’
Here’s the thing. Shannon is a kick in the pants. I love her.
But you know how it is. She forgot that she’s a kick in the pants.
And my theory is that once she remembered (i.e. once she’d given herself permission to not have to be brilliant and kooky) she started putting more of herself into her business.
And then amazing things started to happen. She fired her internal critic (“that crazy bastard has been replaced!”) and hired her dead uncle to take his place.
And now she’s kicking ass.
What I think happens.
People get it in their heads that they have to be all interesting.
And the pressure to be interesting makes them freeze up.
So that they can’t recognize what’s interesting. Or remember that it exists. Or access it. Or trust it.
Or trust that it’s okay to get geekily excited about things. Or to never get excited about things.
Or to speak in your own voice***, whatever that is, and know that — for someone out there — what you have to say has strength and meaning. And power.
***This has its own scary. And we can get caught up in the fear of what if someone reads what I wrote and hey, I’m not an expert, and uh oh I don’t want to be vulnerable.
These are all legitimately scary things and I don’t at all mean to imply that they’re not.
Dude. Scones in a tube! Pet kangaroo!
Not everyone is going to get all enthused about the stuff that you care about.
But if you care about it and talk about it, your Right People will be all yes yes yes tell me more.
And it doesn’t matter what everyone else thinks because ohmygod scones in a tube.
Comment zen:
We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. You know how it is.
And all this biggification stuff is trigger-ey. So hugs all around for the hard.
Very Personal Ads #17: Taking the um out of momentum
Personal ads! They’re … personal! Very.
So my itty bitty personal ads made me realize that it’s time to make a regular practice of trying to feel okay asking for stuff.
Even when the asking thing feels weird and conflicted.
Ever since I posted the first one asking my perfect house to find me, which united me with Hoppy House, I have been a fan of the madness that is personal ads.
And now it’s my weekly ritual. Yay, ritual!
Let’s do it!
Apologies for the title.
Thing 1: Clarity and decision-making and momentum.
Here’s what I want:
I’ve been making all sorts of decisions related to my At The Kitchen Table With Havi & Selma program.
Like the quarterly themes. This past year we did crazy work on our relationship with Money, Space, Time & Love. Which were exactly the right things to spend time on.
My plan is that in 2010 we’ll still be talking about all those things, but with a new theme for each quarter.
Communication, Sovereignty, Systems and Play. AWESOME.
And there are other bits that I know for sure I’m doing or not doing this time around.
But there are so many other things I need to make final decisions on. How small I’m keeping it. How many people get in. If we’re changing the application process.
Anyway, I’m really needing some clear-headedness so that I can sit with these things and make some plans.
Here’s how I want this to work:
I don’t know.
Spaciousness. Deep breaths. Talking to Hiro. And Shiva Nata practice. Taking it on walks. Not taking it anywhere.
Going dancing. A lot.
My commitment.
To keep my attention on finding out what I need to stay grounded and focused.
To be (mostly) kind to myself when things aren’t in flow.
To practice patience (or to be easier on myself for being impatient).
To let the process be the process, and remember that good things will come out of it because that’s how these things work.
To give myself permission to grumble about the stupid stupid process.
Perspective. (Hey, Havi! Remember exactly a year ago when you were going through the exact same thing but you didn’t even have a glimmer yet of what an amazing place was about to be created?).
Thing 2: Posties!
Here’s what I want:
I have crazy amounts of traveling (“amounts” — is that the correct way to measure travel?) coming up.
And I am feeling the need/desire/intention to crank out some blog posts. In advance.
To bring a measure of ease into the travel stuff.
Ways this could work:
I don’t want guest posts. Not negotiable. And I don’t want to take a holiday from posting.
This is really about time and about spaciousness and about focus. And systems, of course!
Obviously I already have a million or so lists of posts-in-progress and ideas-in-progress and so on.
I could also dig up my dusty Ask Havi list.
But I need to first find the most helpful way to destressify around said lists, since they are ridiculously long and overwhelming.
I could come up with a list of Eight Things I want to write about and ignore all my other lists.
I could write some posts for the series on sovereignty.
Something else could solve this in a comfortable, non-stress-ey way.
My commitment.
Meeting myself where I am.
Consciously choosing options that release guilt rather than perpetuating it.
Choose what is easy. Choose what is available. Choose what fits whatever it is that I need most right now.
And I commit to paying attention to my stuff as I work on this.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
I wanted to come up with thirty-something goal-like-things for the upcoming year, without setting off my I-can’t-do-goals stuff. And to stay playful.
Feeling good about this.
For one thing, my gentleman friend took me to the roller rink where the old lady plays the organ! Though we got the times wrong and she wasn’t playing the organ.
But the fact that Thing #1 on my tiny list has already mostly happened totally made me feel better about the whole thing.
So I’m playing with it. It’s good.
The second thing was about being less stressed out at work. Progress: yes. More breaks. More tea. More goofing off. More dancing.
Still working more than I’d like. And still not always noticing when I’m giving myself a huge headache until it’s already there. This one needs to be renewed, I think!
The third thing was Marissa (my wonderful First Mate) finally having an opening for a new client or two. And I totally have not followed up with her on that, so I have no idea.
But will ask!
Comments. Since I’m already asking …
I am adding to my practice of asking for stuff by being more specific about what I would like to receive in the comments. And that way, if you feel like leaving one (you totally don’t have to), you get to be part of this experiment too. 🙂
Here’s what I want (just leave them in the comments):
- Your own personal ads, small or large. Things you’ve asked for. Or are asking for. Or would like to ask for. Or updates on last time!
What I would rather not have:
- Reality theories.
- Shoulds. As in, “You should be doing it like this” or “That’s not the right way to ask for things — instead it should be like x, y and z”
- To be judged or psychoanalyzed.
My commitment.
I am committing to getting better at asking for things even when asking feels weird. I commit to giving time and thought to the things that people say, and to interact with their ideas and with my own stuff as compassionately and honestly as is possible.
Thanks for doing this with me!
Friday Chicken #64: pretty pretty princess edition
Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
I’m all bruised right now.
Blaming the roller rink. And the ’80s.
But other than that, things are okay.
This is actually the first time in a looooong time when the good in my week so easily outranked the hard. So that’s kind of weird/cool.
And here we are. Friday. For the Chicken.
The hard stuff
Experimenting with being non-internet-ey.
That is, connecting to the internet in short spurts (ten minutes here and there) and then remembering to disconnect.
It’s more of a symbolic practice than anything else. But as with any thing-that-you-are-shifting, it’s been challenging and hard.
I did surprise myself by remembering to do it more often than not, but it really just brings so much more attention to how easy it is to get sucked into webbery.
Working more than I want to be.
And seeing the effects of that and still not stopping.
Worrying about details.
Details details details details. Not to mention: aaaaaaagh, what about the details?
It’s so much fun being around me.
Trying to figure out my calendar for the year.
Totally stresses me out.
Winter dark dark dark.
I like waking up early. And I like waking up to natural light. And those two things don’t go together.
Portland is still doing its flamboyantly gorgeous autumn thing but you can feel the dark and the cold creeping in, especially when I’m going about my morning rituals.
The good stuff
I have a crown.
Well, Hiro told me I should wear one for when I’m practicing my sovereignty stuff.
Because Hiro is awesome.
But then I was all frantic about good god, where am I going to get a crown?
And then I remembered that Dana the Spicy Princess gave me a tiara last year. Which is at least one reason why you should always have a friend who sells sex toys.
Actually, I’m not completely sure how those two things are connected, but Dana assures me they are.
Anyway. I am now a pretty pretty princess. And I have been wearing it while Making Difficult Decisions and deciding on navigational changes for the pirate ship.
Oh, the metaphors. They get mixed. But that’s okay.
Foods. Again.
Being back from Extremely Necessary Vacation means all sorts of good things.
I’m baking again. Home-baked bread! It is the best. Really, I’m not good at much in the kitchen aside from dancing in it, but I make fantastic bread.
There are hard-boiled eggs at breakfast. Which means I get to sing my little egg song.
It’s not the milk song, but I like it.
And my gentleman friend has been cooking up a storm. A storm!
Jennifer Louden: we love her.
You know Jennifer Louden, right? Smart, wonderful to-hell-with-self-improvement Jen? She generously agreed — almost a year ago — to teach a class for my At The Kitchen Table With Havi & Selma program. And it was this week.
And it was amazing.
That woman! I love her! She is full of smartnesses.
Hiro and Janet did a terrific job of facilitating, and the whole thing was just really cool. Yay.
Friends. In real life and stuff.
Hanging out with wonderful Dana, the aforementioned Spicy Princess.
Dangerously good brunch with Denise.
Finally got to meet Jason, whom you might know as @allpraxis (formerly @metanoid) if you’re on the twitters. I already thought he was awesome, and yes, I was completely right. Total sweetheart. He and Selma hit it off completely.
Since I normally don’t see anyone aside from Selma and the gentleman friend, this was an extremely social week for moi. Which is usually something that stresses me out, but this week was just lovely.
This coming week is the best week ever.
Not to jinx it or anything.
But tomorrow is Roller Derby! Derby! Ass-kicking! Me losing my voice again!
Also, did I mention a thousand times yet that Selma and I are sponsoring Guns N Rollers this year? Because wheeeeeee!
And then we will be visiting Hiro! Yay! I get to meet my dear friend in person! Very, very exciting.
And … playing live at the meme beach house!
Yes, that’s a Stuism too.
My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”
So this week, I bring you:
Dollop Of Hate
I think it’s that one death-metal band that plays at cupcake shops. Or something.
Anyway, it’s just one guy.
And … STUISMS of the week.
Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. I can’t stand him.
This week’s gems:
- “doll up of Haight” instead of dollop of hate
- “It’s really sleazy for us to start tilting ourselves” instead of It’s really easy for us to start guilting ourselves
- “Mars or Mario’s Rotary” instead of tomorrow is roller derby
- “hardware will exit breakfast” instead of hard boiled eggs at breakfast
- “it’s always advocated in a cave to be healing” instead of it’s always an okay thing to be feeling
- “every venue to Tara” instead of everyone needs a tiara
- “for sure truce mentioned to Florence” instead of chartreuse magenta and orange
- “bang by Master Carl” instead of paying by mastercard
That’s it for me …
And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.
Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?
And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.