Don’t point any fingers



You probably think that my disguise as a pirate, translates to my inability to move beyond the  year 2007 and get over my love for Captain Jack Sparrow (you did notice the eye patch on the banana I take it). Before you call me cheesy and venture on a critique on my trite costume selection, let me tell you, that the eye patch is there for a reason, as is the frown.

But first, let me point you toward my Halloween preparations.

I volunteered to help out with some freaky baking on Wednesday — getting the atmosphere ready for a downright creepy vibe. We made some crafty spiders, and these deliciously wicked fingers:

Line them up!

Line them up!


Extra knobbly


The final gory touch

These tasted so good! It totally got us in the Halloween spirit, even if we don’t really celebrate the holiday here in Cyprus. After all, who doesn’t like to dress up and eat disgusting-looking yummy food?

Eager to share my enthusiasm for the cookies, I was showing my sister the photos of these pointy fingers, when quite ironically and entirely unintentionally, she poked me in the eye. It all came down to bad timing, but boy did it hurt!

So after consulting two eye doctors and paying a fortune on medication, tonight, on Halloween, I have limited choices for a costume really. I’m suffering from a corneal abrasion and an infection in the eye, which can leave me three choices, really:

a) use the bandage round my head as a costume prop and go as a wounded person / mummy or any other bandaged-related freak

b) put on a hat, hide the gauze, and go as a less-flashy pirate

c) call it an early night and give my eye some rest

One thing’s for sure, I don’t even want to see those finger cookies! I’ve had enough of fingers — wicked, tasty or real!

Happy trick or treating friends! Keep your eye out for dangers! Harr Harrr

Stuck in a rut


OK, I’ll come right out and say it: I’m going through a creative funk, a fruitless (indeed) spell, a narrow long tunnel of je ne sais quoi. My fingers are pretty much paralyzed, my imagination is stuck like a needle to an LP. The repetitive sound: Plain, plain, plain, plain. Where are the bananas?

Every day I go to my little workspace, play around with a few beads, and then resigned to the idea that I’m the jewelry version of Midas, I stop all efforts whatsoever. And to be honest, the weather, my often-cited culprit, has nothing to do with it.

Maybe it’s just a pause. Time for a deep breath. Time to imagine that I have the money to splurge on Etsy items I don’t just heart — I heart¬≤! This is one little such number I wouldn’t mind in my wardrobe by CreoleCollection.

Ponchatoula Memories 6

Go ahead and buy me this as a present!


At least my fingers are somewhat magnetized to the keyboard and like scooping out words and words and words. With all this time in front of my ibook I stumbled onto a pleasant surprise from Sam (matouenpeluche).

great read

Thanks so much Sam! I just love this image — it’s so playful. In turn, I’d like to pass on this sexy nerdy award to:

And now, back to that imaginary shopping cart. Hopefully inspiration will sneak up on me when I least expect it.

[Hold tight for an awesome new artist for tomorrow’s Plain Bananas Has Friends!]