Majora’s mask remastered? Am I dreaming?

Nintendo announced on Thursday via Nintendo direct that a Zelda title is in the works to be released in the spring. My heart skips a beat, could it be? Do I dare to dream?  

Why yes Lacey, dreams really do come true!

Nintendo is releasing The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask remastered for the 3ds spring 2015! Excuse me a moment while I high-five my inner child and try not to cry tears of joy – I’ve been waiting for this a long ass time.

Majora’s Mask has never been a favourite among fans which is kind of puzzling. It’s always gotten amazing reviews and while I admit the time traveling “three days until doom” premise may be a little off putting at first – it gets better and is definitely worth the effort. It has without a doubt the darkest story-line in the franchise – which if your like me is a major plus but you don’t have to just take my word for it;

“The Empire Strikes Back of Nintendo 64…it’s the same franchise, but it’s more intelligent, darker, and tells a much better storyline.” – IGN

“it was told that Majora’s Mask should cower in the shadow of Ocarina of Time. Instead, it shines just as brightly,” – N64 Magazine

To sum up Majora’s mask has all the earmarks of a great Zelda game – adventure, intrigue, fascinating characters and perplexing puzzles…what more could you ask for?

3D you say? Well now it’s got that too.


Dear Dream Reader

I was reluctant to write a “dream reader” post. This blog was never intended to appeal to just one type of reader and I worried I might pigeonhole myself.  I want it to be like that book you found buried in a box  while you were clearing the attic. With a torn cover and coffee stained pages it’s clearly seen better days; definitely one for the junk pile but just as your about to throw it in the bin something stops you. Divine intervention perhaps? Cleaning forgotten, you snuggle back against some old pillows and crack it open; a world of infinite possibilities awaits. A grand adventure? A thought provoking tale? Or maybe just something silly that makes you smile. I want this blog to be all those things and more.

I guess all I’m trying to say is that all of you are my dream readers. Is that a desperate cry for help from a girl who wants everyone to like her – maybe, but I think it’s more then that. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to be part of a global community. I think we all have something to share that’s uniquely ours and the beautiful thing about that truth is simply this; we can all learn something from one another.

So before you pass on a blog(or anything really) because its not something you would “normally” read, stop; crack that book open and take a second look. You should never judge a book by it’s cover or a blog by just one post – L

Oh one more thing before I go. Part of the challenge was to “add something new” to you, something I haven’t done before. The daily post had an article about serial blog posts and  I am playing with the idea of doing a weekly post  on Fridays. Since Friday happens to be garbage day at our house I was thinking about doing a “weekly review” of things I wanted to share my opinion on – in particular things that bothered me or  I feel strongly about…sort of like a weekly spring cleaning of the mind. I have a few different title ideas but I’d really love some feedback – hence the poll below which counts as my something “new”…

I’m also open to suggestions!

This blog post was due yesterday as part of Blogging 101 but I needed a little bit more time to put my thoughts in order; hopefully future posts will be on time 🙂 I also wanted to thank everyone who has followed me so far; it makes me incredible happy that you want to keep reading. To those who haven’t subscribed; I really hope you find something here that provokes a thought or a giggle because really that’s what I’m all about.

Photo 101 #4 “Inner Bliss”

This post is late; it’s been a long day. While I didn’t have a have lot of spare time to take pictures today I was able to think a lot about the theme. It might not be traditional “bliss” but – well lets just get to the picture and I’ll explain…

I don’t want to sound melodramatic or anything but it’s taken me a long time to come to terms with who I am; as a kid I was shy and awkward, a geek before I knew it was cool and there were other people like me out there in the world. That’s what happens when you come from a small town where the teenage idea of fun is getting drunk and breaking things. I was like a puzzle piece that just didn’t fit.

In the last year I’ve laughed more then I ever had in my life – I’ve also cried more. It’s been an incredible journey, one that’s not nearly over but I’ve come so far and I feel so blessed. I tried to highlight things in the picture that describe my life and what’s important to me; love, married life, being a mommy, my puppy, my love for all kinds of literature, an obsession with comics…

I realize it’s not your traditional idea of bliss but learning to love myself and everything that I am has given me an “inner bliss” that if you asked me a year ago I wouldn’t have dreamed was possible 🙂

This was also a pretty blissful moment so I wanted to share:


Photo 101 #3 Rubber Ducky Your the One

Water. Water…Water…water…

Well that’s easy right? I live on an island surrounded by the beautiful Atlantic ocean and Newfoundland has some of the most amazing coast lines in the world. Simple. Perfect. Done. Not quite.

I have been foiled again by bad weather, a lack of transportation and a cranky baby in desperate need of a nap. Oh bother.

No matter, I tell myself. I shall come up with something… Think…Think…Think…

Then it hit me; literally the water hit me in the face as I attempted to extract a wet wiggling baby from the tub and eureka! Water = Bath time.

When I brought Thea home from the hospital I was terrified to give her a bath. What if she slipped from my hands? What if the water was too hot? Too Cold? You can drown in an inch of water you know – I saw it on the discovery channel, I insisted to my mother who was trying not to laugh.

Despite my reservations I eventually gave in but it was a learning process. Then, like babies do, Thea started getting bigger and as she grew so did my confidence. Good thing too because my little turtle loves the water and soon it became our favorite time of the day. So that’s what water means to me: tubby time with my girl and her little yellow friend.

Honorable Mentions

I took a bunch of pictures like always and while I ultimately went with Ms ducky above there were a few I really liked and wanted to share.

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# 1 looked too much like a advert for Johnson’s so it didn’t make the final cut – I did however learn somethings about focus. # 2 – some more bath time pals and last but not least #3; I can never resist a batman reference….

Well isn’t THAT ironic…

The Dream

You strike up a conversation about irony. I casually recall reading Oedipus in high school English and we delve into an intelligent discussion about the Oedipus complex and situation irony. I suddenly start to feel very smart and silently congratulate myself, very classic Lacey…

The Reality

You say the word irony and my brain immediate goes;

♫ It’s like raaa-ee-aaaaiiiinn on your wedding day…! ♫

Then to my utter horror I start  to sing out loud even though I know the words I’m saying make absolutely no sense. Rain on your wedding day is not irony Alanis, it’s weather; possibly poor planning but definitively not irony. Forget the fact that you need a knife – why do you have ten thousands spoons? Are you in a spoon factory? Do spoon factories exist? My head starts to hurt; people are starting to stare but I can’t stop until I sing every single word. Finally it’s over but now I’m not sure what’s worse, the singing or the awkward silence that follows. I cut the tension with a sheepish laugh and ask – Don’t you just love that song?

Okay so maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration but I actually do love that song. Inaccuracies aside it conjures up a particular vivid memory from my childhood; it was right before we moved so I was eleven and home was a tiny two bedroom trailer where I lived with my mom, dad and little sister. I had just returned from school and my dad met me at the door; he looked particularly excited and explained that he had a surprise. I remember being confused because it wasn’t my birthday or anything but I shrugged it off, threw my book bag down in the porch and followed him in to the kitchen.

Dad had set up my portable CD player on the counter; it was a tiny, one disc player which until this point had only been used to record songs from the radio on to cassettes – wow, I just realized how long ago that was. Anyway, propped up against it, in all it’s originally glory was my very first CD: Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill.


I’d completely forgotten that a couple of weeks before Dad and I had spent hours combing through the Colombia House catalogue in search of five CDs; all of which we could order for the low, low price of just one penny (yeah right, anyone else remember that scam?). Now it was here, shiny and new, ready for me to sing along any time I wanted – truly magical. I still have it; the CD I mean.I think it’s  particularly important because it represents the time in my life when I started making my own musical choices instead of just listening to whatever my parents were playing. That might not seem like much but for me it was a turning point; the beginning of my independence. Isn’t it wonderful how one little song can capture a memory like that?

I realize this post has very little to do with irony so far so I’ll leave you with this ironic television moment from last week; please note if you haven’t seen the third episode of The Walking Dead season five and don’t want any spoilers please don’t read any further


So our ragtag group of apocalypse survivors have managed to escape Terminus, a supposed “sanctuary” that turned out to be a cannibalistic colony headed by a smarmy looking guy named Gareth. While Terminus has been pretty much destroyed (thanks to Carol and an awesome fireworks display), Garth and a small group of terminates have escaped. They aren’t happy and this is making them particularly hungry. Long story short while out on a food run they capture our boy Bob, chop off this leg and chow down on some… BobBQ?

Then something magical happened…

Due to an unfortunate accident earlier that day and unbeknownst to anyone else in the group – Bob had been bitten and the irony of this moment is not lost on him. As he lies there, looking at his amputated leg and listening to Gareth yammer on about how pretty people taste better and bears, he begins to giggle; soft at first, then louder and more manic. Have Garth and crew just eaten the zombie equivalent to mad cow disease? Yes indeed.The irony is delicious.

Yet bittersweet; while I’ve been waiting and wanting Garth and his minions to get their comeuppance since the season four finale I was ultimately sad that it had to be at the expensive of Bob – who I was just getting to know and like. Then again irony is a cruel mistress and has never been known for being fair. All in all I still think karmic revenge irony is my favorite.

What’s your favorite kind of irony?

This post is response to this week’s The Daily Post writing challenge: Oh, The Irony

Lego Superman Hits the Streets

I had hoped to take a picture outside today – unfortunately I was rained out. I’m a little disappointed – my city has a great downtown scene with some really old beautiful buildings on the street. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to show you later on in the challenge. As for today’s picture..well I had to improvise …

I decided to play with my photo editor too – I’m still a noob when it comes to that stuff but I like how it turned out. What do you guys and gals think?

Scraps of Lace – Who and Why

I almost didn’t apply to blogging 101 because I always feel really conflicted when I try writing an introduction for myself. I like to believe I have some interesting things to say and then that nagging, not so quiet voice in my head, tries to convince me that anything worth saying has already been said better by someone else so my time would probably be better off spent reading.

See that started super depressing and awkward but seeing its how I feel and I’m trying out this whole “shitty first draft” idea – I’ll stick with it. So now that I’ve convinced you I’m a bit of a weirdo who talks to herself lets move on…

The Who (Not the band or the Doctor)

As you might have guessed my name is Lacey. I’m a 28 year old Canadian mother of two (if you count my dog, which I totally do). The human mom thing is kind of new; my daughter was born in April of this year.

I’m a self proclaimed geek/nerd – is there a word for that? Neek? Gerd?

Anyway my list of interests are kind of random so a pretty normal day for me consists of re watching the latest episode of The Walking Dead so I can write an in-depth analysis using my laptop which is covered in “think geek” stickers all the while drinking herbal tea from my beloved wonder woman mug. Somewhere in the back of my mind there is always either a knitting project I want to start or a Harry Potter fan fiction that demands to be written down and shown to no one. I accomplish all of this sporting a t-shirt usually depicting some sort of super hero logo or a personal favorite; a ninja cat who proclaims to be have a black belt in awesome.

Three more random facts:

I’m a dog person but I love all animals – cats included even through they make my eyes itch.

I grew up in a small fishing community on the coast of Newfoundland – a small island and the most easterly province in Canada.

I can’t dance – what’s the dancing equivalent to tone-deaf? Oh yeah, clumsy.

The Why

I started this blog as a way to share my perspective on the world and connect to similar minded people – as a new mom I spend a fair amount of time now at home and sometimes, well lets be honest, a lot of the time I feel disconnected from the outside world.

I would love for this blog to become a way for me to connect with other moms and dads, new and veteran, who share the same eclectic interests (that sounds a lot better then weird). Of course being a mom is just one part of who I am and I would welcome (love actually) the opportunity to connect with people from all walks of life.

Scraps of Lace, as the title implies, is intended to be a scrapbook look into my life. While I know the internet can certainly be a scary place full of trolls and bad information – it can also be a wonderful tool for learning and connecting to people around the world. I want to contribute to a global community of ideas – maybe that’s a bit ambitious for a first time blogger but a girl has to start somewhere.

Plus I don’t think I could handle a personal journal – I talk to myself too much already…

– Lacey