#Sundaystills Sweet snippets

“Look, Mommy, the moon is half grown,” stated a clean but tired 4 year old. We were walking back from the camp bathroom. It was, I recall, a stellar camping weekend with friends. I’m unsure what lake we were at or what we ate but I remember her warm small hand in mine as we walked back.

WordlessWednesday WOTY

It arrived!

May the Flowers Be With You…

Wordless Wednesday words

Flowers force flowing freely

Purple passion post

White crocuses in the golden glow

Crocuses and cow poop!

BC

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.

Inspire (d)

It finally hit me. I’ve rolled several options around my head for the last few weeks and then boom. The word I was looking for was right in front of me! Like literally, every time I climbed the stairs up to my creative space.

2 years “out”

2 years ago today I stepped into semi-retirement. I’m not going to lie, for some reason it felt scary. Giving up who I was professionally, decreasing our income and walking into uncharted territory. There seemed like more questions than answers.

Sparkle time

There was no mad dash this year to find a sparkly Christmas outfit for the OR annual dinner and dance. Not much need this year for any kind of sparkle actually which is why today’s activity was kind of nice change.

Surprises 2020

Well 2020 has been one big surprise after another hasn’t it? A pandemic that has seen toilet paper hording to anti mask rallies to a second wave that is crushing humanity. And I don’t mean “crushing it” in the way millenials mean it. It’s been a year of surprises so why would we design the advent calendar with one more surprise?

Creative Choices 2020

Today’s advent activity gives two fold. Creative time for the maker and a unique item for the recipient.

The storm rages on

The storm rages on and gathers momentum. It plummets the land and obscures vision. Suddenly it dies down and the people wait, with bated breath, and wonder if it’s over or if this is the eye of the storm. In a flash the intensity returns and multiples. The people hunker down and hope for the best.