FalynnAngel13

Hello Peeps....

So a artist friend in the community group for crocheting brought to attention that there are pages that take images off of here (and anywhere else artists publish their art.) and using them to sell (YES SELL) the artists work as crocheting graphghans. So PLEASE PLEASE.... start watermarking your images if you don't want people making money off your works!!! And share this information. One lady on here was kind enough to share the news. 

So as we all know I have kids. (Well if you read my profile stuff you would). I keep telling them to "Dream big! And go after their dreams even if it means working hard. Struggle. Etc." Well my eldest turned around on me. "But mom.... (how I hate the but mom part). You say to dream big and follow through. But did you want to be a CR at a bank or a sales assiocate?" 

So a pause comes along. I've decided that I am going to learn how to become a tattoo artista. I am in the process of paying for my first kit. And most of what I need to clean and sanitize said kit. My inks and all that jazz. Working on a flash images that I am slowly posting here, to my Facebook and Insta Gram. Trying different medias as well. So far I've recieved the statment.... girl become a artist. Do this for a living. Now to find an apprenticeship or school. Get my certifications. And eventually I will open my own shop. 

So my word for the is Practice what you preach! Or little ones will bite you in the end. 

I entered a story writing contest in my home town. (During the same time I started to organize a group to revive a beach.). And I found out I won fifth out of sixteen. To my shock and amazement. And now I haven't stopped writing. Making up to chapter seven in my story.

Yesterday being the 3rd of May, I went out to find my calm. Going to the one place like so many of us here use to go. Phantom Lake. If you ever been to Northern Canada you'd see the beauty of the draw to be living so far away in the shield. But when we got there, ( though I driven past it several times since I became an adult.); I was disgusted by what I saw. The very place my childhood memories held as a place of being free, fun, and well a kid. Was left. Like a dieing shell that needs to be put out of its misery.
The parks and sand have either washed away like most things do but hearing the history of it from a friend made me get to wonder. Where has the care for a place that was a milestone in so many lives gone?
Firecracker left overs, broken glass, burnt out campsites, left over materials just wasting away. I have children of my own. And here they can not enjoy the same feelings I got coming here, nor could they make their own memories like running and jumping off the dock. Riding the little train. Its all gone. No one seems to care.
So I walked around for two hours with my friends iphone. And started taking pictures. Remembering where I laid out basking in the sun, building sun castles or adventuring. This place was our own little haven from either communities it borders. Now I am on a mission to see that this place is revived. It has so much potential to be more than what it is. But how does one go about this? Social media? Petitions? Writing up, recording memories others have of this placE?
How many people met their beloveds here? Or how many kids learnt to swim in that very lake? Or even listened to the bands play on the old band stand? Its all gone now.

Working on my Bioshock/Splicer inspired costume. I can't wait till All hallows eve.