It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here… I was busy with family in town over Christmas, and assumed that I’d be back to wish you a Happy New Year on January 1. Or at least by January 7. What’s that? February is right around the corner? I noticed that too. And for the life of me, I don’t know…
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Holiday Weekend
First – a PSA on behalf of all holiday novelty items that relatives may consider sending to our children: “Don’t. Please.” I like to call this picture “The Island of Misfit Christmas Decor Characters” Pictured: Hallmark Snowman (unmasked to reveal that he’s really a robot), Nutcracker ornament with a broken head, one-armed Dancing Santa and nose-less Frosty the…
Love at the Bridge
Blue ribbons in support of the Donaldsons – and a tree for Christmas: Kim from Mosey Along and her sister, Lianne wanted to do something for our good friend Anna and her family this holiday season. “Since we both love photography and have been so touched hearing how the Donaldsons’ friends and neighbours having been using…
Annual Christmas Tree Report (Alternatively Titled: The Grinch’s Small Tree Grew Three Sizes That Day)
Every year I write about my Christmas tree. I know – other people write touching annual posts in honor of their children on their birthdays. But not me. I write annual taunts about how my Christmas tree kicks your Christmas tree’s ass. Because tree decorating is my thing. I won’t re-write my Christmas Tree Nazi…
The Myth of a Perfect Holiday Season
My mother tells a story about how she once spent the night before Christmas assembling 100 tiny plastic escalator steps in Barbie’s shopping mall. Her parents were both in the hospital and she didn’t actually start shopping for presents until Christmas Eve. She says there was nothing left in the stores—she had to buy the…
Mother to three children (four if you count my husband), keeper of a moderately sane house, admirer of beautiful interiors and fashion that becomes more and more "young" for me, textile junkie and believer in the power of wishing really, really hard. I wage a daily battle against feet on furniture, "outside voices" inside, the ever widening chasm between now and "when I used to work," wrinkles, a lack of personal time, dust and the constant arrows that having a special needs child shoots directly into one's heart. So far dust and wrinkles are winning, but only because even the best of multitaskers have their limits.