Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Yup, I have come to terms with the state of the now. Productivity depends on the state of the bones...state of the head...state of the man and his dog...state of my friendly Italian neighbour,.. state of the weather and OMG state of my mood. I am in throws of the post Easter Solstice. A time of restless crankiness. Some people should take heed and be very afraid. The good news is I am off to visit my precious ones so the homefront may be safe.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I have skillfully procrastinated the building of a curtain for the long narrow window above the patio door in my bedroom. There is a deadly morning light that blazes in this window, disturbing the rest of the man and his dog. Yesterday I built this decor masterpiece, using my favorite supplies...glue, cardboard, duct tape, rice paper and silk brocade fabric...it...is...fabulous...delicately beautiful to blend with the oriental decor that is our boudoir and terribly functional for the vampire duo.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
It is spring. Tulips, shrubs, fruit trees are all starting to open. this morning upon opening my eyes I saw the newest addition to our family. a nest of Finches busily building, gluing and stacking a nest on the outside blind. Did they not see the assorted Barneys (stuffed animals) neatly lined up beside them? Last year they were afraid this year the Barneys are family and tomorrow all will be history
Monday, April 06, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Call me CRAZY but I am so into Leonard Cohan and this is such a flat out..no holds barred....better than Rod Stewart's Tonight's the Night double innuendo lyrical masterpiece.There I said it! Laurie you should have let me get it off my chest.It could have been just between you and I but NO you started to LA LA LA LA LA and I felt the need to share.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
A new Tradition sees me on April 1st building an Inukshuk to mark the place of a life that has passed through. It is a time of thanks and a time of remembering and not nearly as traumatic as the wooden crosses I used to insist we all float on the Lake each Christmas Eve.This is mine....my celebration, my gratitude for the gift that was Coco.