Author name: Carol Tomany

creativity

How sweet is this…

 ….I have finally finished the memory quilts (more like accent throws) for the twin beds in the “large” room – everything is relative. I am now working on a quilt for my daughter’s room. The needlework keeps me busy; I don’t have to watch the assault to everyone’s intelligence on Netflix et al…and I get […]

knitting, words

My Stuff….

 …… My writing partner has given the next challenge – “My Stuff.” It couldn’t come at a better time. The change of seasons always makes me re-examine “my stuff.” This would be the bits and bobs, flotsam and jetsam of a life spent grappling with the creative process. I know creativity takes many routes, all

cooking, reality

Home on the range

The fourth word in our memory writing challenge is “stove.” I have a fascination with stoves. I once wrote a post about an Aga range. I have always wanted to own an Aga. The first memory I have of a stove that came close to an Aga was when my parents bought a cottage (it

cooking

Do you mind giving me that recipe…

 …….Well, of course I don’t mind. However, I have made a few changes, in fact, quite a few changes, so I should begin at the beginning. We have a book of Chinese recipes from a celebrity chef of many years ago – Stephen Yan. I’m sure he has many books out, however, this one is

music, unicorns

Dance your heart out!!

This was the response from a friend of mine, when I said that I was taking a folk dancing class this Fall. Well, I went to my first class today and I am in awe!! This is a class that has been together for 30 years. It has been taught by the same instructor, Olga,

knitting, reality, unicorns

The Thickness of Ply….

The word for our third memory challenge is “ply.” It’s a simple 3 letter word with a depth of meaning, no pun intended. “Ply,” as a noun, means “layering.” As a verb it is often defined as “pushing on,” layering ones efforts repeatedly to achieve an end. I have dealt with ply in an industrial

reality

Height and the usefulness of ladders….

 The word for our second memory challenge is “ladder.” Here’s how I remembered it. Given that my father was a silver medalist in Canadian diving, height had very little effect on him. Placing a ladder on the apex of a bungalow’s roof so he could climb up and fix the orientation of our TV antenna

reality

Sands of time…

My writing partner and I have reconnected and we have decided to write in a slightly different vein. Rather than simply giving each other words, as a challenge, we have decided to give each other “memory” suggestions. Yes, they may still be words, but they have to be connected to personal memories – definitely a

Art, reality

My Kingdom for a Mermaid’s Purse

 I know a little dramatic, but here’s how I got there. I’m in the process of trying to find ways of both appreciating and preserving artwork that I have done, my kids have done, and others, close to us, have done. For the artwork in fabric, I have begun doing a series of quilts, as

pandemic, reality

I have lost count…

 …which is better than losing face or maybe even Faith. I don’t know if there are parameters for things like – too much snow, too much grey, too much idle time, too much dark…. the list goes on. In fact, I have lost count of the number of –  1. Waves of this pandemic. I

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