When I was a kid I loved when my mother had to take fancy sandwiches to the church for some function or another, mostly funerals. First, days in advance, she had to special order the bread, an LARGE unsliced loaf. Then have them put it through the mechanical slicer sideways. Β Then she cut off all... Continue Reading →
Deanna Durbin
Veteran Canadian actress/singer Deanna Durbin died last week at the age of 91. By age 21 she was the most highly paid female star in the world. She was a few years older than my mother. Why is this important to me, you ask? She was born in Winnipeg which means we had a few... Continue Reading →
Frog
Waiting for me today is this beautiful frog. On the edge of my pond. In the soft green moss. How lovely a sight. How lovely a site.
Awesome
I spent the afternoon with four Etsy shop owners (and one wanna-be) all eager to learn how to have our work found more easilyΒ online. Go forth and be awesome! Some awesome women:
Sylva Belle
Today I am reminiscing about my dear Aunt Sylva mostly because itβs Christmastime and her name sounded like it. She loved to entertain at Christmas. She was born Sylva Belle Carter in Winnipeg in 1926. (Belle was after her grandmother, Belle Stewart). She was my motherβs only sibling. She trained as a nurse. She chose... Continue Reading →
Slobbery Kisses and Gratitude
When I became a βgrandPAWrentβ for the first time last year it was amazing. Our daughter and her husband adopted a Brittany from a rescue society in Michigan.
Painting the Poem
Β Renovating our beloved 111 yr old house, again. This time, the dining room. Room by room we have made this house our home. For 22 years we have lived with no insulation in this room. So out comes the old painted-over panelling, the 50βs wallpaper, the lathe and plaster underneath, the 1960βs ceiling tiles... Continue Reading →
A Blue Spruce and Mindfulness
A tree teaches me mindfulness, whoβda thunk? Twenty-one years ago we planted a 6 inch spruce seedling which we got free at the fair. We carefully tended it for years, making sure we didnβt run over it with the lawn mower. Last winter I was decorating its sparse branches with Christmas lights and realized that... Continue Reading →
Words Make a Difference
As I was about to empty the pail of veggie cuttings this morning I was reminded of when I was a child and was asked to βempty the slopsβ. I hadnβt thought of that word for a long time. Slops. I donβt use that word anymore. I carry out my compost now. Itβs the same... Continue Reading →
Drawers
I love old dressers. I have one in my dining room for storing my table linen and placemat collection (a collection I actually use). One in the basement for storing painting and drywall tools. One in the garage for gardening stuff. One in my studio for hand made paper. One in the family room for... Continue Reading →
The Basement
I recently heard an old Jerry Seinfeld sketch about stuff.Β His main point was that all the stuff you bring into your house is, in reality, varying stages of garbage. Ainβt it the truth!Β You bring something shiny and new into your house and something else seems less shiny as a result. It gets relegated... Continue Reading →
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