Is art like a puppy?  Things that pop into my head. I have been working on a new tea cozy that I have named Edgar.  As I am building this new creation and working out how all the bits will come together, I was thinking that I hoped it would find a good home.  Maybe…

A friend of mine brought me a bag full of rescued cashmere sweaters to experiment with. My family wasn’t delighted with me felting them in the washing machine, as every article of clothing that we washed for the next week was covered in lint.  I was tempted to make something out of all the lint…

Picture, in your mind, a peaceful living room with some exercise equipment set up.  A mini trampoline in one corner, a yoga mat stretched across the middle, some weights placed within easy reach.  (I feel like I am describing the set up for The Friendly Giant) Music is playing at a volume that is conducive…

Snowshoes.  The Best Things EVER! I was beginning to think that I was doomed in the world of winter activity, which really is sucky when we are having a real winter.  I like the idea of being active in the winter but my luck and skill has slowly narrowed my possibilities.  Skating, tobogganing, down hill…

Hot water bottle, hot water bottle So simple and so fine It brings me lots and lots of joy That you warm these feet of mine. (by me, today) My poetry in its awfulness makes me think of one of my favourite group of characters, the Feegals from Terry Pratchett’s Wee Free Men.  In their…

There are times when I think I am too old or too young to think, feel, experience something or other.  I am trying to learn to stop doing that to myself.  In a way age is irrelevant.  You are never too old to make a mistake, say the wrong thing.  Having more life experience doesn’t…

Here I sit in a spot of sun, Oh boy, what fun… (more bad poetry by me, circa high school) I spend much of the winter feeling cold.  I love my house, but it is a bit drafty and is facing the wrong direction to get much sun.  There is only one window in the…

When I am not sure what to do next or I am overwhelmed, I tend to lose myself in a book or several.  I would love to say that my literature of choice is mind expanding, educational, inspirational or the like, but it is not.  I read popular fiction.  It is my drug of choice….

I was really lucky growing up because we had a family cottage.  I don’t think I thought I was lucky at the time.  It was a 4 1/2 hour drive and an hour or more of that was on gravel, dirt, and ‘not really’ road which was a hideous experience for someone who wasn’t tall…

It should probably be ‘Bras Continued’, but I like the way ‘Revisited’ sits in my head. My eldest daughter is nudging into teenage-hood and all those things that that entails.  We ventured out to find her some ‘not really’ bras for this transitional time.  It was a relatively pain-free experience.  We found something suitable.  What…