Call Me Martha. Or, Shameless Self-Promotion.

I cleaned my room, finally, and a clean room deserves flowers. However, it is winter in Canada and everything in the garden is dormant and/or dead. Solution: (smaller, cuter vase shown here; larger specimen on desk) lichen-coated magnolia branches with shiny fuzzy bud-things, thin weepy twigs off unidentified weepy tree, and, for colour, rose hips. I think it looks pretty.

Also: just because they're burned CDs, doesn't mean they have to have boring covers: (sneak preview for Draj)


I'm so artistic - that, or bored - I kind of amaze myself sometimes. The music's even better than the covers, though. I think you'll like them, Drajykins.