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I sometimes wonder about the statements artists make about themselves, their process, their images. I was on a fibre artist’s site today and read the statement on her home page. Other than there was a lot of ‘self actualizing’ and flowery words it really didn’t say much about anything. I like to believe that…
Terms of endearment are a personal thing. Sometimes you don’t have a lot of influence over what comes out of your mouth when you see the object of your affection. How many people have held their child in their arms or looked at them from afar and have called them ‘monkey’ or ‘peanut’ or ‘pookie’?…
I am going to take some time off from posting. I know there is a couple of people who read my posts regularily, so I thought I would give you a heads up. There might be some new images posted in the next couple of weeks but for now the words are going to stop…
The beauty of summer reds. The bright orange red of a juicy strawberry, the deep rich red of a ripe cherry, the dark dusty red of raspberry ready to be picked. Delights to the eye, and then you get to eat them! Strawberries; plump, juicy, sweet and sharp. Raspberries; small, tender, rich and tart….
Gradually, so gradually it might be like watching a glacier advance, I am pulling things together for the next event in which I am participating. (Festival of Friends at the Ancaster Fair Grounds, August 8 -10) This time I have a bigger space so I am thinking about how to set it up. I have…
Everybody has struggles. This is something that my kids and I talk about. It is usually triggered by seeing someone that needs help with their mobility, but I try to make sure they understand that everyone struggles with something, multiple somethings. Some of the struggles we can see, some are happening in people’s environment, body,…
I am sitting on my backyard swing enjoying the fading warmth of the day. The kids are inside being entertained by various media devices. I am being entertained by the dogs. I think I got the best of the possibilities. In the last half hour I have watched some all-star wrestling, tug of war, stealth…
Chauffeur, chef, personal assistant, receptionist, nurse, dog trainer, personality management and conflict resolution, home repair, baker, bicycle mechanic, teacher, motivation coach, confidant, creative director, nutritionist, photographer, gardener, dress and costume maker, artist, councillor, graphic designer. A teacher once said to me that I was a jack-of-all-trades. I think she meant that I was so busy…
Several years ago my dad and husband built a new shed. It replaced a crumbling, rotting cubicle that might have formally been considered a shed, but it’s useful days had ended. The replacement shed is lovely, with a cedar shingled roof, sliding door, and almost twice the size of its predecessor. The inside is a bit…