The shirt isn’t old by my standards but the screen print on the front is tattered and cracked. It feels like perhaps there is a parallel here that I need to examine.
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Wearable, not wild
Continue reading “#WordlessWednesday”Heavens to Betsies
In the sweetest little boy voice he says “heavens to betsies“. I do not recall the context but it makes me smile each time he says it. Interestingly enough he’s used this phrase several times but I have no idea where he picked it up. His big sister’s favourite right now is “that’s so weird” when something seems off or mystifying.
Continue reading “Heavens to Betsies”Beneath the seams
She walked into the store confidently. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to turn that into the vision in her head. She, of absolute faith.
Continue reading “Beneath the seams”#Sundaystills meets the 12 Festive BonBon’s
For several years I posted daily in December. My friend and I do an Kindness Advent Calendar and the posts tied into the activities. It was, I felt at the time, a chance to connect with readers and encourage them to see the season in a Kindness frame. It was fairly taxing pulling together a post every day along with the activities so this year I am switching things up. I am still committed to the Kindness Advent Calendar but I am attempting a multi blog challenge here with this one post that will cover “all bases”.
Continue reading “#Sundaystills meets the 12 Festive BonBon’s”One step closer
With a few sentences and a click of the mouse I am one step closer. Just that easy.
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Re Made with Love, Yet Again
It seems that my re-made-with-love repairs didn’t stand the test of time. So 5 years later I set out once again on the path of quilt restoration.
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The setting, the company, the love, the joy. No words needed.
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The nuts made me do it
It must have been the nuts. Usually my memory is not that clear… or perhaps I worked more than my share of Friday’s hence the clear look back. Whatever it was I remember and today I paid it forward 40 years later.
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