April 22, 2011 
Home Sweetland Home ♥

Good morning! The bells in the church tower across the street are ringing to remind us how Good this Friday is ...  I'm celebrating with toast and coffee and my favourite bad TV show. This is my morning ritual: Awake in my glorious polka-dot pillow cloud bed. Lie there and think of 5 things that make me feel truly happy and grateful. (As I'm diligent these days with my Law of Attraction self-help homework!)

Today's list:

1. My incredibly comfy bed.

2. My amazing family!

3. My superhot new boots.

4. My upcoming exciting adventures down South.

5. All the episodes of my favourite bad TV show awaiting me on my PVR (for watching while waking up slowly and sipping strong coffee.)

Next, it's time to make the strong coffee. And sip it slowly. 

Last night I had a yet another magical evening at Hugh's Room. My dear friend Andy White is back in town, this time on tour with Judy Collins. At first I wasn't sure about that combo, but wow what a incredible show! 

When I think Judy Collins, I think my mom. Her voice rekindles memories of my childhood, and I confess, renders me a touch verklempt. At 71 she looks fabulous and sounds just as great as she did back then.  Told some pretty compelling stories too. What a performer. And of course, Andy was brilliant and dashing as always.

On Thursday I drove up to Stratford on a petit pilgrimage to see their show at beautiful Knox Church. And I'm so glad I did. If it weren't for the fact I forgot the memory card for my camera, there would have been epic photographic tales to tell. Said tales would have told of dark passageways, majestic windows, empty banquet halls, gargantuan chandeliers, magic mirrors and stolen moments. And my superhot new boots! At least I managed to snap one secret photo with my cell phone during the show. (See below.)

Wishing fine feasting to you all this weekend, whatever you happen to be celebrating!

xox

K

Me and my new boots went to church! Like a good girl. 

Secret photo courtesy of my cell phone.

April 15, 2011 

London, ON

Bonsoir from the depths of my deep dark chambers. I've left the big city for a good spell in the name of the Sweetlandish suburbia of my youth ... My mom just got out of the hospital after bravely undergoing a full knee replacement. She's doing really well and I'm so inspired by her strength and brilliant attitude. My job right now is fetcher of snacks, walker of dog, freezer of ice packs, and cleaner of my childhood room (the aforesaid deep dark chambers.)

Besides many long walks along dark, creepy hospital corridors I've been spending most of my time out of doors soaking in the spring sunshine. Ursa the family beast and I have been hauling it through the forest every day and I am blowing out the winter ghosts from every last molecule of my being!

Tonight, after the very victorious Operation Dustbunny, I've settled into a pillow pile with a glass of whisky and a stack of my old diaries. I play this little game with myself every once in a while called "this day in history." Here I go back and read old journal entries from the current date in any/all previous years. Always highly entertaining. Right now I'm back in April 2000, writing screenplays, making wishes and plotting my illustrious future... 

And the rest, gentle readers, is still a secret.

xo

La Sweet

P.S. New mysterious photographs from my eternal Adventures in Sweetland here!

Les aventures avec beast! More spring photos here.

April 6, 2011 

Toronto, ON

I seem to be right where you left me. A white sheepskin rug, a Halloween mug of Dreamland tea, a pad of post-it notes, an almost-empty bag of Soma chocolate-tumbled hazelnuts and a fresh black Sharpie.  Looks like there's some righteous plans at work in this sweet Sweetlandish mind of mine. But righteous plans and sweet dreams have never been in short supply. It's what we do with them that counts. Obviously. So no matter how many times I write down in point form:

- Book Fall tour

- Tone abs

- Save the world from evil

- Write that book you've been threatening for like ever

It matters not ... Until I do it.


Out of the corner of my eye I'm watching Ingrid Bergman atop a French hillside fully clad in serious armour.  Her portrayal of Joan of Arc (in the 1948 film of that name) was apparently her life's ambition. In fact she wanted to play said saintly saviour so badly, she formed her own production company and made the film herself. Now that's follow-through. Not to mention the grand powers of manifestation exhibited by Mlle d'Arc herself:

- Hear voices
- Believe them
- Do as the voices tell you
- Save the world from evil. Or at least the country ... from the English.
- Get sainted

Is sainted even a verb?  I conveniently forgot that whole unfortunate execution part. Cause that's not part of my plan at all.

So on this fine and glorious Spring eve, I pledge to continue to act upon my will. To fantasize, dream, plot, manifest and do as the great Joseph Campbell says ... Follow my bliss.

And so be it.

x

K

P.S. Amazing show this Friday at The London Music Club with the dashing Rob Szabo! Yeah, baby. For more details visit my Tour page.