THE PEPPER.

I said to La on the phone last night that I haven't really been 'feeling' the whole blogging thing recently. NaBloPoMo backlash? I don't think so, honestly. I think it's partly feeling more private than usual about what's going on in my head, and partly feeling the need to expend my creative energy on mask making and research rather than writing in the old weblog.

I have TONS of ideas for masks (thankfully, since 365 is a lot of masks.) I went shopping for art supplies last week and was disappointed with Deserres (which appears to be the same thing as Loomis.) They have the fine arts supplies in the upper level and the crafting supplies on the floor level. Neither are any great shakes, but the craft supplies are especially meager. I don't want to have to spend thousands of dollars on the 365 Masks project so my supplies are not going to be fancy or high end. When I want to do a style like Commedia or something I'll be faking the effect of leather with paper mache or felt, not spending my money on cowhide. So, craft supplies are required!

That's one plus about moving back to Kingston: Michael's has a store there. I can't find one in Toronto for the life of me, and I need more mask forms, craft paint, glue gun glue and paperclay! Now if only Kingston would get a Lee Valley Tools, all of my mask making needs would be satisfied.

In other news: I've been trying to appreciate the cats as much as possible and encourage Andrew not to moosh their heads so much, which is a very effective and harmless way of stopping their bad behaviour but something that I find disturbing nonetheless. Perhaps because I imagine my own head being mooshed, resulting in messy hair? I don't know. Anyhow, they've been continuously bad and adorable and hilarious, as usual, and yesterday I was at my art desk while Andrew sat working on his laptop on the sofa. The cats were flying around (as they do) and Shelley made a particularly rambunctious raid across the living room onto the red bench, making his war cry and thumping the bench against the wall.

Andrew lifted his eyes from whatever he was engrossed in on his computer screen and looked at Shelley. He shook his head and said, "Shelley's got the pepper."

I was dumbfounded. The pepper? Shelley had THE PEPPER???

Who says that? Who besides octogenarians, anyhow? I nearly fell off of my desk chair laughing, so completely overcome was I with amusement at the channeling of an 85 year old man right there in front of me. THE PEPPER. What next? Is Mong going to be the bee's knees? Am I a live wire?

That Andrew. He may be tired of me razzing him all the time, but that boy sure doesn't take any wooden nickels!