I’ve said before, – I love it when “things”, interesting “things” happen in clusters, criss-crossing, like – well I would like to say ligtening bolts, but really my life isn’t that exciting – how about dust bunnies – in an otherwise ordinary day….well week. On Wednesday I took my father out to lunch for his […]
Here is the story of the other dust bunny that crossed my path last week. I came home Friday night to my Oct. 23 – Nov 5/06 issue of Canadian Business and lo and behold there was an article about Spinrite under the heading “Spun Wrong”. Now anyone who has ever knit with Patons, Bernat,
I never thought that I would feel badly about the demise of a plastic ornament, most specifically a pink plastic falmingo. But there he (or she) was on the front page of the business section of Saturday’s paper looking a little forlorn under the heading “endangered species” and I thought “oh no!” I never really
The times, they have changed. “Lock out,” I understand. It’s a union “thing” or an anti-union “thing” – I was once a teacher and I paid dues to a union – I believe in community support. Even now that I am self employed – I know that it is my knitting community that supports me
It is a week after Nuit Blanche and all the reviews are in. It was a huge success ! In spite of the rain, almost half a million people came out to visit Art installations both in doors and out doors – all through the night. Well done Toronto!! I mentioned in my last post
Nuit Blanche – white night – or in our case – wet night (it rained) was an all night “art thing” presented by the City of Toronto with major funding from Scotiabank. Nuit Blanche is staged annually in several European cities – most notably Paris as a way of having a city, its residents, streetscapes
I saw a knitted brain the other day in the newspaper – this is not a joke. It’s from the Museum of Scientifically Accurate Fabric Brain Art – I don’t think that this title is a joke either – it was in the newspaper – now some people will say that this particular newpaper is
It must have seemed like a long swim – about 3 weeks or so. Actually it was a short holiday that was over too soon. By the time I arrived, decompressed, took up the leisurely pace of “holiday mode” – the vacation was over. It drove me crazy that my husband rushed us around doing
……. Something to feed the gypsy soul. There were a few things that had to be done very early Friday morning before we set off for the first leg of our trip to Hilton Head. Yes, we were driving. It’s an 18 hour haul which we spread over 2 days, stopping for the night in
“maggie and millie and molly and may” maggie and millie and molly and maywent down to the beach (to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sangso sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and millie befriended a stranded starwho’s rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thingwhich raced
