A Look Through Part 4

Here it is again folks, an intimate look inside the room of Yve. I've said this before (and if I haven't forgive me I am a burn out) that this room is my apartment within a house, I could so choose to have a hot plate or at least a kettle for soup and tea (really, that and trail mix and I'm frickin' set) but I don't because my parents would have a combined anurism and die bleeding out from their ears if I horded anymore dishes in my room. What can I say, its my home within my home. ANYWAY. I am starting this entry off on a bit of a sad start. Why?



An empty set of frames people. Brown pressed card stare out like unblinding judging eyes at me. Why is it empty? I bought this when I was employed at Stokes with the intention of putting film pictures in it from my trip to OKC. I've yet to recieve ANY images from DSG's end. SO. It sits. Waiting. Empty. Staring at me accusingly. I hate empty frames. I really do. DSG. Get your shit together and send me some damn photos. Please. -smoochies-
The frame beside it is a card I bought MANY moons ago called In Cathedrals of the Forest by Stephanie Puiman Law. Her watercolours are stunning. If you have the time, go look her up and...well here, I'll do you a favour... In Cathedrals of the Forest I blatantly nicked the frame from my mom years ago and had it squirrelled away, and then had said card squirrelled away and one day, sitting down at the kitchen table, I realized, HOLY SHIT! They're perfect for each other. Since then, its been in my room. It has blue butterflies in it. Guess why I love it so much.



My bedroom window. It looks out into the little alley between my house and the neighbours, a cherry tree of some persuasion is the main view and the neighbours asian style garden is most definitely in sight when I'm having a toke, hanging out the window. Most of my bedding is blue, my blanket, my pillow cases and my top sheet are all blue-grey or blue, and I have four pillows of various sizes on my bed, only one of them isn't sewn and stuffed by me. You can see my curtain is actually a bright yellow and orange surong (I hate conventional blinds) it has fish and ying-yang symbols silk screened on it. About a month before I took this series of pictures I bought a BRIGHT yellow bottom sheet for my bed, and I had originally a soft pink, green and blue surong hanging in my window, but it just didn't set the mood right in my room, so when I was at St. Vincents looking for cheap summer threads I found the surong you see for sale for a buck. A fucking quality Alma surong made of rayon, possibly the best material for summer in Ottawa, in the same colour as my bottom sheet. WHAT!! matching window dressing for my bedding?! FUCK YAH! Left to right are my witch-balls, I've been collecting over the last three years, the big red and clear on I bought in Salem MA. when I went with Shawn. We spent the entire trip looking for a witch ball that wasn't over priced and not putrid green or shit brown and I had a choice between this one or a baby pink and yellow one. I picked this one cause the red reminded me of blood. Morbid but true. We drive ALL the way home from the coast to Ottawa and I unpack it to find a little clear sticker on it that said 'Made in Merrickville, Canada.' about an hour away from where I live. I nearly cried. The irony. The next pink and red one, I bought the same time as the little blue one cause they were SUPER fucking cheap at the Art Deco place in St. Laurent. The purple and pink one in the middle I bought from Hallmark for reasons, I can't remember. The tiny pink frosted one on the end I was given from the DSG while I was in OKC. We had gone to see the Chihuly exhibit at the OKC Museum of Art and it was beautiful. I've never seen a frosted one before but its not etched it tiny bubbles and imperfections in the glass. Of all of them its my favourite.
Now its in the shadows, but its a ribbon wind-catcher I bought in the occult store while in the Paseo in OKC. It was like two bucks and fucking cute. If you're sharp you can see my giant KISS fm mug on my window sill. That mornings coffee.



ONWARDS!!! ok, so this is right beside my window, above the outside corner of my bed, and obvious, accounting for my fishtank, beside my bed.
Its a sad angle for the pictures but the three black frames were a birthday gift from my mom. How cute. Keeping the black theme rocking in my room! YAY! The top is the original photo of DSG's Cherry Blossoms, which is my large tattoo on my left shoulder (closest to my heart). Beneath that is a picture of him, out in his favourite park with his new staff (my influence people there people :P he's so pagan but he won't admit it). This was shortly after the ice storm in Oklahoma, that was actually declared a national disaster, in Canada, it would have qualified as a shitty drive to work for a couple days, okay maybe not as they did have power outages for days across the state and couple people died when they were out driving (why you would go driving in an ice storm in oklahoma when you KNOW you can't drive on wet, icy, unsalted roads is beyond me but they did and now...well. yah.) Beneath DSG is a picture he took for me at the Myriad Gardens of a giant mofo koi, people I was there, these things are four feet long. REALLY they are HUGE. Anyway, he knows I love koi, and he got the prettiest colour pateration out there, red on white. <3 fuck I love that man.

Above the fish tank is a birthday gift from my sister Jessica, I had asked for a papillo ulysses ulysses that year and she couldn't find it, but she did find the whip scorpion fighting a taranchula, and when she gave it to me, she said it was in memory of China. I laughed so hard I nearly wet myself. When we were younger we lived in China and we shared a room for the majority of our time there, not a day would go by that one of us would wake next to some steroid ridden insect of some sort or another. I appriciated the memories and put it beside my bed for just that reason. Thanks Jess. <3

Beneath that is my 5.5 gallon fish thank, as you can see the java moss has taken over. The blur of orange is my fish, Terrance. The blob of brown in the left top corner along the water line is one of my many (and I do mean MANY) snails. That would be D.N. II or III one of two of Dough-nuts offspring, my brazillian ramhorn snail. He died but his many (and I do really mean MANY) offspring continue to thrive on his memory. And the abundance of fucking java moss.

WHAT YOU DON'T SEE-->

In the corner of my window and wall is now a three and a half foot copper wind chime belonging to my parents that they didn't want hanging outside their room anymore. I COULD have hung it outside MY window but as I slept with it open at night, I didn't want to be kept awake by the chimes, so I hang it inside and open my windows very wide during the day. Its beautiful and on the pendulum that hangs down the center, on the very end is a copper pentagram. HENCE why I love it so much.

ALSO. I have recently acquired a little table from ikea where my fishtank now sits beside a little reading lamp and my phone dock for the second phone reciever. This was a piece of furniture that my brother had bought while living here and didn't take out when he moved into his girlfriends parents house. Apparently, when she saw that I was using it (not 8 months after they left) she bitched to my dad about it. He turned to her and said, 'you left it here for 8 months, had you left it in an apartment you actually rent, you'd never see it again. Be glad we didn't throw it and the rest of your shit out when you left it behind.' I have never been so proud to called my dad's daughter.