Attila the Mum

Today was a glorious and joyous spring day.  One of those much needed things to boost energy and moral.  I got the laundry out on the line (one of those inexplicable things that, as an adult, makes me happy), and spent most of the day outside.  On a day like today it would be awesome…

My family is experiencing the flu.  Although it does not happen every Easter, it has happened often enough around Easter to make it seem a little like an Easter curse. At Easter, we do the family rounds, have some lovely meals, and then at some point in the wonderful lengthy chocolate haze weekend someone vomits. …

When I was out running errands today, it once again came to my attention the popularity of the ‘My family’ car stickers.  The idea of them is kind of cute, I guess.  What popped into my head in regards to them were a whole lot of Whys. Why are they always on the rear window…

Why I like to home school, an essay in 500 words or less.  A mental exercise. Sounds like one of the dreaded early school assignments, like “What I did on my summer vacation”.  There are so many good reasons that I have my children home.  They learn at their own pace, they can follow their…

I will soon be adding a new page to the collection on Attila the Mum.  It will be art from my pre-Mom collection.  The sculptures that I did all those years ago no longer exist.  It has been fun to re-visit them on the slides I have.  It is going to take a bit of…

I know I have a tendency to get indignant about odd things, and it is convoluted as to what will set me off.  Maybe today I am still festering about my bi-annual annoyance of day-light savings.  Who knows.  What is rattling around in my head today is the bias against body hair. There are many…

It is the penultimate day of February.  It is grey and damp, slush is falling from the sky, and my right boot has a significant leak.  All this sounds like I am complaining, and I could be.  I will completely admit that I am challenged to keep my spirits and energy up through winter and…

I love words.  I especially love words with multiple meanings.  This morning my youngest, who is eight, was saying how much she loved the word ‘hooligan’.  We discussed what the meaning of the word was, and she said that she liked to say ‘flapping hooligan’.  The conversation evolved to how she was glad that she…

My husband is positive that the Art Gallery (any and all I guess) has my picture posted somewhere with a warning.  I am frequently honoured with my own personal security guard.  Walking into an art gallery with four children usually garners attention, but I am able to draw attention without my entourage as well.  In…

Many moons ago I posted about creating during an auditory assault.  I figured the image that emerged in that moment was honest.  It spoke of a true reaction to the chaos that was surrounding me.  One of the many lovely things about needle felting is that if I don’t like what I am making I…