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I came across this little one playing with her reflection in the doorknob this afternoon.

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After eleven years of sewing in basement rooms, it gave me great pleasure today to set my machine up in front of this great window! It was so nice to look out over the back yard and our new neighborhood as I got a little sewing done.

(Is it just me, or does anyone else desperately want the neighbor’s pool cover to double as a giant trampoline?)

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The highlight of our park day today!

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Home made wrapping paper- lots of fun, earth friendly, and frugal.

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I’ve learned over the years that when inspiration strikes there’s not much I can do other than wait it out.

Today, the leaves that had fallen outside the Post Office caught Catherine’s eye. She carefully collected up red, green and brown leaves into a neat pile. Her plan was to take them home and use them to make a “picture of a rose. You know, the red leaves will be the rose, the green will be the stem and the brown can be the dirt.”

These bursts of inspiration often lead us to having several collections gathering dust in the back of the car, but don’t always lead to a finished art project. I was thinking of those times as I tapped my foot waiting for these leaves to get collected. How many dry, crumbly leaves would I be cleaning out of the car later on?!?

In the end, I am always glad that I wait it out. Today we did see the rose picture finished. Usually, though, we don’t end up with a final product.

With all of this collecting and art (or non art) I am forced to consider which part of the process is the most important, after all? The inspiration? Experimenting with raw materials? The end result? And who should be the one to make that decision?

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A very happy birthday to my partner in crime! Here’s to many more years of adventure!

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At the end of a cozy day at home, tea in my favorite mug.

So many things to love about this photo:

Esme’s look.

The cobbled together costumes from items found in our dress up box.

The ‘basket holding device’ that Catherine fixed up.

and best of all

The hand holding.

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I’m a living definition of the word predictable.

Me, in bed, knitting in hand watching British tv = every single night of my life.