Mimi Kichner

Michael Jackson Cupcakes From Dubai

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I can totally see this happening...

In everything, give thanks ( best read while playing Jolly Old Saint Nicholas...on the right-->)

We are going insane with the dog ritual of shedding! Each day, we diligently sweep the home ten times. At least. This is the wage of puppy ownership and a precursor to the messes we will have to clean up after little ones. However, I grunt and mutter in unison with my husband. Is there no wand to wave that will end this fiasco?
Then, a day later...
A friend was sharing with us that last year, her family put their twelve year old lab to sleep after several complications with his health. The family mourned during the sad December holidays of yesteryear, a family member was now gone. This year, as my friend began to open her holiday ornaments and tinsel, she found her lab fuzzies nestled amongst the decorations. Little fur that caught on everything and drove her mad, brought her to tears, and reminded her of the love she shared with a special dog.
So, today, though I did grunt, I hugged Cooper a tad bit tighter, rubbed his belly a bit longer, and gave thanks for all the things of life...like
the grace and love of God...
my husband who is a popular person of my heart...
my parents and siblings, who have raised me to be here today...
my family around the world, who pray for us and love us and who I always miss and want close by...
my friends far away who know me so well, though years have passed...
my friends not so far away, and the joy they bring to me...
my colleagues at work and how blessed I am to teach with them...
my dog and his shedding coat...

...because we are never promised tomorrow.

Blessed Christmas and holidays to you and all.

Playdough welcome.

So, I always think, on matters of design. I plot my blueprints in rooms, while sitting in any space. Those who know me, know that I am rather sporadic when it comes to redecorating, or getting crafty for any occasion. Or non-occasion:) Recently, for no present reason, I have tried to generate an idea for a room for a child. I am not too comfortable with a crib space, as darling as they may be, but rather one that has the ample features to grow from the nurseryish phase. Pastels are not entirely out, in my book, but are not foundational to the rooms I venture to create. I came across this darling room with features I quite love in Ohdeedoh today ( for those who have no idea what I am talking about, it is a subunit of Apartmentherapy, my cheap schooling on design). Have a look at this medly of color, antique play pieces, vivid pillows and much more. The simplicity and practicality of a door knob fixture, inviting you to some magical land without a door, got my undivided attention and stashed in my mind as a tidbit, I may use.

As a teacher, I have been practicing this funky, uncordinated-cordinated look for the past few years, and agree that there must be structure, and sentiment. The starkness of a nursery in absolute perfect harmony, or the disarray of long forgotten Lego pieces stashed under fading shag carpet-both are extremities, in my mind ( though I know, that long forgotten Lego pieces are a big reality of every child's room). I avoid creating a space where a child does not have creative expression...but there must be structure, for a child to learn how to clear a space and to organize, with time. A form of some balance. And clear spaces are important...to foster innate creativities. Can't you see, I am trying to work on my interactive bookstore idea?:)
I'm 7 years old again, in this room.

http://www.ohdeedoh.com/ohdeedoh/nursery-tours/nursery-tour-megs-kidfriendly-vintage-chic-playroom-068773

The Wardrobe and other things...

At the book fair at school last week, a student's family presented me with another Robert Sabuda pop up book, on my favorite...the Chronicles of Narnia. At detention duty, I read the Silver Chair. The duty room has a lovely reading corner so I have helped myself to these novels. It is taking forever to finish it...partly, because I recall the memories of my siblings and myself at the British Council Library in Kuwait, looking for good stories...any story, other than standard text books of school. And partly because it is detention and supervision is key. However, I am imagining again, something that does not come easy and does not end quickly. I need some inspiration for my stories ( so the blog, meek as it may be, has started me out on course for writing other things than dissertation stuff). In our world, while Puddleglum and Talking Owls are a bit precarious, a good tree house will do. I am in possession of a Narnia Wardrobe, as many call the magnanimous piece of furniture in our living room... but tree house...that's a whole different ball park.

Punky Brewster's Tree house, The Wardrobe and other things...

I was completely enamoured by Punky Brewster's tree house, and my child-like wish is that whenever Dwight and I own a home, we have a splendid, sprawling tree that would accommodate a tree house. Yes, a good tree is important, not your average myrtle in front of California's haciendas. Yes, yes I know...scary, too. Children, fractures...all that. Still...