The Sweetness of Nothing...

Miss Georgia

Little Miss is starting to crawl which is exciting but also frightening as I scope the house and see a billion teeny tiny lego pieces strewn about.  Her room is probably the only real safe place but even then lego tends to migrate from the room next door.  All I can do is hope for the best and be a giant nag!

Nice.

It's a beautiful sunny day, but I woke up with a head ache and my children are screaming and I drop my iPhone in to the toilet.  Nice, nice, very nice.

Returning to Higher Education

I started school this week after taking a nice year long absence at ECUAD.  It feels good to be back but was briskly reminded of my age as I sat in class with mostly recently graduated high school students.  The joys of going back to uni.

One think I like about attending art school is there never fails to be some humorous piece of work anonymously posted.  I found this sticker placed above the hand dryers in the washroom.  Profound isn't it?  Who hasn't felt like that at least once in their post secondary educated life?

This will probably be me in a month or two.

Closet Inspiration

I can be really moved by certain colours and textures which almost makes me a hopeless case in a fabric store.  I have to resist my inner desire to buy a whole bolt of fabric just because I love it so much even if I have no specific plan for it.   The right colours with the right textures can alter a person's perception of them selves, of others, and of life its self.  I find inspiration in textiles which presents a mood or an idea to me.

On a personal note, I try to keep my closet paired down with a small selection of items and a few colour schemes to keep things simple.  I've seen my closet a million times.  It changes slightly from year to year as I refine my perception of colour and texture but I see it day in and day out.  Nothing unusual there.  One day I left the closet door open and happened to walk by it.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed how lovely all the colours and textures looked next to each other.  It urged me to take a photo, to capture the mood of my closet.  You just never know what is going to inspire you...

Snow Trooper

The clever imaginations of little boys.

Gingerbread Cookies

Yesterday I woke up with a pounding headache for what ever reason (probably from a crumb of gluten me thinks).  Anyway, I had a long list of things I needed to get done before Christmas so I was trying to madly sew while my head pounded at every stitch.  I had trouble sewing straight, ripping out seams left and right, ruining a zipper trying to rip out a seam.... yeah, not a good sewing day for me.  I could hear the time ticking away, slipping into oblivion, inching Christmas ever closer to my unfinished projects.

Suddenly an unexpected interruption knocked at the door.  An invitation to a cookie decorating party at the neighbour's..... I looked at my mess, then looked at the clock, then put my boots on and walked out the door.  The neighbour's house smelled of warm spice and my son was already there acting like he was the top cookie chef, handing out freshly baked cookies to people and coming up with his own little creations like the Mom and baby cookie or the baby in the heart cookie.  He made those especially for me.

It was rather therapeutic to sit there and decorate cookies while soaking up the festive ambiance.  I wanted to stay there all day as I felt my body settle into a happy buzz.  Sadly, it was short lived as the baby needed her nap and I really had to get back to the mound of fabric sitting on the kitchen table.  I will, however, savour that blissful moment for days.