New Beginnings

It’s a brand new day, a new beginning, another chance to try and get it right.

I’ve been in the slumps and it’s crazy easy to do it all wrong when you’re not on top shelf.

Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I’ll come up. If not, I’ll stay down here until I’m somebody else.

You make perfect sense in your nonsense, Alice. But it’s just not that easy.

Today was supposed to be about coming up: keeping busy, being productive, mending fences.

perhaps I should have stayed down…

I did have the company of Little Bear overnight and he is like the Wonderland crew, very clever and worldly in his innocent and blunt observations. It helps.

Still, at the end of the day I had nothing of any real measure to show for my time, though I did manage to keep busy.

“I can’t explain myself, Sir,” said Alice, “because I’m not myself, you see.”

Supper out tonight and a chance to reconnect with family I hadn’t seen in many years also helped. Stories were told and retold. It was nice to sit back and listen, even having heard the stories before. Twice-loved.

Alice in Wonderland, as I’ve indicated in recent postings, is a current favourite ….. so many cool and thought provoking observations! May I suggest that you read the book? Watching the movie is just not enough. And it’s all here online.

Right now, I’m trying to read Through the Looking Glass.  Read it years ago but never favoured it like Wonderland.

The lure of a good book?

They’re dreadfully fond of beheading people here, the great wonder is, that there’s anyone left alive.

Too true, Alice. Once again you nailed it. A good book is the perfect escape. 052C3DE7-10DA-4A88-AE73-9F6000ED1D5B






The Creative Process

#1 Son knows me well. Some mothers get jewellery, flowers and fancy restaurants. I get the yard sale treasures. This particular chair – I call it the Hunt chair – is one of a pair he rescued for his momma a few weeks ago. The wall peg shelf is a $1.00 yard sale find he brought home this morning. The little night stand is one that had been relegated to the attic but brought back into commission for this set I’m calling the Queen of Hearts. You’ll see why when it’s finished.

Just in case #1 Son ever reads this, I’d like to point out that I am certainly not encouraging him to rule out jewellery, flowers and fancy restaurants! Truth be told. I am an incurable romantic at heart, much to my chagrin, though most people don’t know this about me.

I was once ‘romanced’ by a hired guitarist/songster serenading me at work with a favorite song of mine, Moon River. At the time, I was pretty shy, so while delighted and flattered, I was also a little embarrassed by the gesture as sweet as it was! Funny though, the young man hired to croon started off in the wrong key. Ouch! Probably a little embarrassing for him too, I suspect. No shame. Moon River was not exactly on top in the charts. It’s still my favorite though. Old, old, old song –  twice-loved.

Anyway, I got away from the point of my post –  which was to show how I work – in my kitchen -messy and disorganized for sure, but with a sort of plan/vision up there somewhere.





Mackenzie-Childs wannabe

Wish I’d had the foresight to take a picture before the paint job and reupholstery. Don’t know how I forgot that! Too eager to get started maybe. In any case,  both pieces were brown, worn, tired looking and in need of some serious TLC.

I used Artminds chalk paint – colour Succulent (Michaels) and used a Benjamin Moore acrylic polyurethane varnish to protect. Gives a lot of shine which many dislike in a chalk paint but I am very pleased with the result. It’s a bit of a delicate set, not meant for hard use but would look great in a front foyer. Bought the fabric at the local fabric store – they have an amazing selection. Has a bit of a Mackenzie-Childs look to it I think!  Next project? 60C47E01-83D8-4EF2-B745-E959CCFC9C06

Swingin’ with my eyes closed …

Summer’s here, bring it on.    Another year, one more beer, another song ….

My whippersnipper gave out – well sort of, but not really – lost the top part. Sooooo … borrowed my brothers and wow!!!   What a difference using a battery powered. So much easier than lugging around mine which weighs in at about 200 pounds (not really), is gas powered, and gets heavier with every turn around the garden (yes really). I’m usually all in before I even get it running!

Anyway – long story short – I’m putting it out there for #1 Son. If you love me, there will be a battery powered whippersnipper under the Christmas tree this year,

Finished in no time  and sat for a little swing, – not a usual occurrence. Sun was warm, sky was blue, air was sweet, and I could hear the hushhh of the surf in the not so far away. And instead of thinking about everything I don’t have, spent a few minutes – never enough – being grateful for what I do have.

#1Son and the three Ronnies being at the top of the list.

Some people say that you can’t miss what you don’t have, that if you didn’t have it, you couldn’t possibly miss it.

I don’t believe that. I would know. If I’d never had them, I would know. I would still know. I would always know. And I would miss them.







Garden Party

I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends                                     A chance to share old memories and play our songs again.

Garden Party today! An annual event. Last year the Links dominated with lucky seven but this year … just me.

one is the loneliest number that you ever knew ..

(on a roll here)

But it’s all right now, I learned my lesson well.                                                                       You can’t please everyone so you got to please yourself.

Anyway it was a lovely end to a lovely day.

Garden parties – an annual event.



A Colourful Afternoon

July 26


Spent the afternoon with my big boy and while there may be a fifty year age difference, our tastes are pretty similar. This kid has an awesome playlist!!

Having my picture taken with a Pokémon was most definitely a highlight – and a first for Gram – but mostly the day was about colour. We both have a sweet tooth and as a mom, I would totally say no to a box of twelve cake pops for lunch. As a Gram? – hope you’re sharing!  And this after a trip to Sweets and Treats, a lovely little ice cream shop tucked under the lighthouse at Long Point. Loved the sundae topped with local berry jams. Can’t go wrong for me with partridgeberry jam. It’s my favorite!

Finished off the day with a visit to a roadside yard sale. #1 Grandson is as happy to poke about in a dusty old shed as his Gram and we each came away happy with more stuff we rescued. Love my new cookie jar!





The Little Yellow Corn Pot – rescued and restored

July 24

Gearing down. Boys all had their baths, teeth brushed, stories read and told. Drink poured and a glass raised to all the single dads and moms who do this alone on a regular basis. I seem to have fallen out of habit and the Gram I am today is not nearly as organized or efficient as the Mom I was yesterday. Late getting supper, late doing dishes, and late with the bedtime routine! But you can bet your bottom dollar no one will be sleeping in late … except maybe me!

“I’m late! I’m late!” Mild obsession with Alice, the White Rabbit, the Mad Hatter and the whole Wonderland crew these days. Such adventures!

I love rescuing the weary and worn and giving it new purpose. Especially furniture. I am a yard sale junkie. Fun and funky furniture reminds me of Wonderland where everything is just a little off kilter.

I once sold pop bottles for tomorrow’s sandwich meat. Happily, I don’t need to do that anymore. I wonder if I had an appreciation for yard sale treasures back then? I can’t remember. I do know I was happy – the lack of material things did not seem such a big deal. Perhaps I’m wrong; perhaps, in looking back, nostalgia has taken the edge off many things. Who can remember? In any case, I’m a strong believer today in using what we have.

I recently heard a story about a ‘little yellow corn pot’ I left behind years ago. Apparently the little fellow has survived for over 40 years. A few adventurers there for sure!

Maybe that’s why I like to ‘rescue’ stuff today … perhaps the little yellow corn pot was too easily left behind.

Twice loved!


And a few recent rescues …

Alice in Wonderland


I recently renewed my fascination with Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland and in my rather misguided attempt to share this rediscovered wonder, I decided to read the story to Little Bear.

”Nope, already heard it.”

”You did not.”

”Yes, I did. Mom read it to all of us. Chapter book.”

”That’s a lie.”

”No it’s not.”

”What’s it about then?”

”I can’t remember everything, Gram. Just draw a story on my back. But not Alice.”

Ever since I can remember, Little Bear has wanted me to draw stories on his back at bedtime. It may have started with the oldest. I think it must have. There’s no set story. I make it up as I go along. Unfortunately I don’t always remember the details. Chapter One: I’ll begin and ramble along – much like the Alice crew actually – and when I’m asked for Chapter Two at the next bedtime, I struggle to remember the story line. Not Little Bear though. He is like my own personal  nag/critic reminding me every time I fumble a detail.

I thought I pulled a fast one on him last night. I drew Chapter One: Down the Rabbt Hole on his back. And threw in a few teasers from later chapters. I figured he’d chuckle when they threw the baby around the kitchen only to discover the baby was a pig. And he did!

But …

”Good trick, Gram. I know that’s the Alice story. No thanks. Just draw some words on my back and I’ll guess them. That’s what mom does.”

Little stinker. He wouldn’t have it said he enjoyed the story but I bet he’ll have me pick up where we left the next time he spends the night!

I had told him a little of the Cheshire Cat earlier in the day. I’m painting a set of nesting tables and am adopting some ‘wonderland’ details.

”Did you paint that cat, Gram?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Good job.”

But never one to leave well enough alone, “Did you make it up yourself or did you copy it?”

What could I say?

Twice-loved. Alice, the little table, and the copied cat.




Stopped at my first yard sale for the season just a couple weeks back. House-front yard sales are the best! Especially if the house and residents look a little bit older. Chances are they’ve lived with their ‘junk’ for a long time and are approaching that stage where one feels the need to downsize. What was once quite lovely and/or useful is now entering the clutter/junk/I need to get rid of stage. And that’s where I find my ‘treasures’.

Found these tools in a plastic beef bucket and at $2.00 apiece, I didn’t even quibble.

Here I have a soldering iron – you’d heat it over open flame – and a hollowing plane. The drywall trowel is nothing particularly special but I saw Dad use these so often I brought  it home for sentimental reasons. But all are Clydesdales. They’ve seen more than their share of work. Oh the stories they could tell! Boats they’ve built. Homes they’ve helped raise. And here they are today – put out to pasture – but still twice-loved by me – though purely as an art form. I’m not about to build any boats this week!


This one here, though, this is the piece de resistance. Not quite sure what it’s called so we’ll refer to it as a thingamajigger for now. I think it was used to draw out the seams and/or run the oakum into the seams of a boat. If you know the name of it, or can provide further information, I’d love to hear from you.

487F62C5-8CDE-4234-98E7-DCBCF68A5493I think the old saw-horse has seen a little use too!