Chloe and I miss being in lovely places like a warm terrace somewhere under the Italian sun, especially on cold, gray Vancouver days like today, and we especially miss the golden sexiness of Venice. We wanted something warm, something sexy, something
Hi it's me! (I bet you guessed that.) Don't you just love mirrors? I’m bad. The photographer in me just won’t leave reflections alone. I was thinking about reflections and about black and white photography. My media group at Wordsmith Studio
It’s been a bit of a week here. I’ve got practically nothing constructive done, let alone creative. And you’ve probably felt that by my two measly appearances. Thank you to those of you wonderful friends who sent me little notes
It’s usually a good bet that if it’s raining in the mountains, (the ones I live right under), it will be much brighter and sunnier in the Delta. The Lower Mainland is a magical place. At one of the southern most
Madeleines and tea is that perfect combination don’t you think? Those golden, sweet little sea shell shaped sponge cakes. My grandmother used to make them for tea and also varied the recipe to include almonds for Christmas cookies. It’s been
In preparation for Canada’s newest bank holiday Monday, Family Day, I opened a “grandchildren” box which had been sealed for the past ten years or so. What did I find? All the hand puppets in various stages of muckiness. So
So had the best time ever! Evening out with my children, a lovely supper in historic Gastown and rocking out to MUSE. Adam, Kerstie, Bryson, Chloe and I drove to Gastown, parked up and walked to the Pourhouse for
Where have these past two days gone? It’s over the top busy here. First course of business
It’s been one of those lovely Vancouver winter days where the whole morning harbour is shrouded in fog. I know it’s advection fog (a left-over term from a geography course) and I love to watch it move in and settle on
Last week I came across a fun blog hop whose theme is tea cup Tuesday. I stayed for a while and discovered some lovely new blogs, like Edith’s Sous Mon Arbre and Terri’s Artful Affirmations, both absolute sensual treats of