Mousey Mouserson

thank you to everyone for your lovely and kind words yesterday about my impending shop visit. It was good, I was there for several hours and it was sort of nice...though of course the few people I really wanted to see did not show up, which made me immensely sad.

sadder than I thought, strange the shop has really been my entire life since moving here almost three years ago, it was all people really knew me as, seeing as i did not have confidence in my work to let people see it, or let them know there was a small hidden part of me that wanted to a much larger story, though pictures, words, and paint.

I thought that they would think I was a total whack job...then again, these are men who love guys in tights fighting crime, so I probably should have given them and myself more credit.

So slowly I started letting these people into my world, and there were a handful of them that really "got it".

Those were the ones I really consider close friends, though of course, I didn't see them.

So when all was sad and done Iw as home working last night and my bubs was at the shop, and he kept calling me at home and putting the people I had missed seeing on the phone...it was adorable, on everyone's part.

I know, I know I am a total geek.

Oh and I got a new comic yesterday called "Books with Pictures" by Sina Grace, I had been so looking forward to this as it is autobiographical about a woman working in a comic shop....though when I settled down to read it yesterday I was afraid that it would make me miss it.

It didn't.

The book lacked heart, that is all I will say about it. I will keep reading it as I totally support any woman in the comic industry, but really...I was let down on this issue.

I won't trash talk as I have my own labor of love comic project that I work on (whenever I can find an artist willing).

I know how much I pour my soul into those books, so trash talking someone else, well that won;t happen.

ok, now onto the dilemma of the day.....................

Last night while bubs was at the shop and I was working on some new pieces i kept hearing a little noise, like a scurrying, I assumed it was the bitter Alberta Clipper wind that has been whipping though the mid-west for the last week....then I heard it again, and looked to where I saw the noise, and there was...

a giant mouse.

(insert me screaming)

ok, since when did I become scared of mice? Is this what happened the second I became a "house wife"?

So the mouse is hiding under the futon that is in our studio space and work room...hiding under aTupperware lid that Keith keeps some of his cartooning work.

I am mortified, I am also alone.

So.....since I was barefoot I decide I need some shoes (I am in my jammie bottoms), I through on a pair of 4 inch heel black boots, I figure those will prevent the little beast from running up my leg. I also put on some gloves to keep it from running up my arm, and grab a flashlight in one hand and a shoe in the other, for a weapon.

My search begins, I corner the little f-er in the corner, determined to do something...not really sure what because I know I won't be able to kill it.

I find it, it lets out a series of squeaks and shrieks as do I, then it gets away from me, I start crying and grab for the phone to call my bubs and tell him to come home and bring traps...he is there in a matter of 3 minutes though he does not have any traps,, we do succeed in scaring it out from under the futon and it is now behind bubs' book case.

He leaves, I barricade myself in our room, and he goes to get traps (humane traps, don't get up in arms, I am a vegetarian after all).

When I wakw this morning I expect to find mousey mouserson taken care of...but no. Nothing in any of the traps, the mouse is most definitely still in my studio/work/living area.

I am still barricaded in our room.

I only left the room to get a mocha and add peanut butter to the traps as my other hero jewelstreet told me to do last night when I sent her a panicky late night etsy message.

Dilemma...how do I work, do I bring little projects into our bedroom and work here? Do I just not work at all today and spend hours surfing the net and napping.

Not sure.

See, this is so not the post I wanted to be writing this morning, I wanted to write about reflection and dreaminess, I wanted to show you all the new mini journal I made, which I just love, the vintage imagery is wonderful, very chic and otherworldly.

I wanted to tell you about my upcoming Corset Project with the so very talented Gilfling....

but instead, I bore you with the tales of mousey mouserson.

now today...wish me luck with the beast, and if anyone has any ideas of how to get mousey m. out of the work place so I can get back to work, please let me know.....

eeek.

xoxoxoxoxo