The Painter finished his new mother and child piece.
Sigh. Too bad I only get to enjoy it for one day. Goodbye painting. Make someone’s living room better looking.
Mommy’s milk and lactation cookies, that is.
I already gave you guys a preview of the lactation cookies that Paola Loot sent me last December:
Some of you even went ahead and ordered some!
In bullet points, here’s what I thought of them:
I gave Paola my feedback and told her it would be nice if she could incorporate nuts. I love nuts (especially walnuts) in baked goodies.
And then today I got another treat from Paola:
No. Way. M..M..M..MUFFINS????
Banana oatmeal, banana walnut, and carrot walnut muffin bites! I quickly opened one pack. Ha! You thought the cookies were good? Paolo told me the muffin bites contain even more brewer’s yeast and fenugreek, but guess what? No aftertaste whatsoever!!!
Thanks Paola. You definitely made my day.
I hardly write about what makes The Painter’s Wife, well.. The Painter’s Wife. After all without the The Painter, I would just be.. The Wife. And then where would we be?
I met Orley at a sketching session at my friend Carina’s house back in August of 2008. We were married by November. It was THE classic whirlwind romance.
His art is part of why I love him so, mostly because his work is so tied to him, heart, mind, body and soul. He breathes art, lives it and speaks through it. If you meet Orley, he’s not much of a talker. In fact, you’d be lucky to ever meet him at all. Orley would rather stay home and paint than do anything else. Except maybe go out and take reference pictures for his next painting. I’ve gotten quite used to going out without him.
They always ask him: What is your inspiration? He always answers this with some trite and template answer. But really, to him, art is almost never about inspiration. His discipline in his work is outstanding and his focus, sometimes unnerving.
It’s quite funny how the two of us get along so well even if we come from very different backgrounds. Oh, our relationship isn’t perfect (but whose is anyway) but it’s fun and we never run out of things to talk about.
I am ridiculously proud of him, and I am his number one fan. I LOVE it when he joins competitions and I love it more when he wins. The last time, he won the International Artist Magazine competition for this painting:
He will be receiving recognition for this in an awards ceremony later next month at the Palace. For Noynoy, he will wear a barong.
But more than any award, there’s the reward of seeing a painting on his easel that just tugs at my heart:
Can’t wait to show you guys when it’s done.
A few days before Christmas, I got a package from Paula Loot.
In it were the most wonderful lactation cookies. They’re filled with “love, flaxseed, fenugreek, oats, and brewer’s yeast”!
I’ll blog more about Paola’s yummy (and effective!!) lactation cookies on another post.
Today, I got this from Mr. 2Go.
And I peek inside… Oooooh…
After 10 million years, it’s here.
It’s about time mommy had a new toy to play with.
AND I STILL AM, DAGNABIT.
I believe I am already getting the hang of The Job and I will be back in a blogging frenzy very soon.
You guys should see my Drafts list. 11 posts pending. Shame, shame, shame!!
We are back in Baguio now. The Painter and Basti are happily snoring behind me, enjoying the cold.. and I’m still working!!!!
I’ve got stuff coming up – baked goodies good for lactation, shower filters, and a chronicle of our next move.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, we are moving. AGAIN. Do you guys want to know how many times I’ve moved since 2008? Seven. Four out of those seven times happened while I was married to Orley. Now I have to do it with a baby in tow.
My prayer for 2011: That we stay in this house longer than a year. Pleaaaase!!
Basti wants milk now. Later!!!