Friday, February 6, 2009

Heart # 6


Many years ago we took a trip to the Northern islands and I spent as much time as I could on the beach. I wasn't sunbathing, I was beachcombing. I did go to the Old Village to visit a totempole carver. We were very lucky to see a white crow. We visited a wonderful potter. Took my first ride on an ATV. Enjoyed a clam-fishing potluck dinner at the beach. And hiked all over. But for me the best time was spent on the beach, slowly walking along almost bent over double, gathering shells and agates and seaglass. I have since added to that collection with garage sale finds (shells from the Mediterranean) and from my favourite thrift store. These shells are kept in huge glass containers of all sizes in the MB.
I did not come across any heart shaped rocks so this photo framed with barnwood will have to do.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Heart # 5


For this sale I will brave the crush of the crowds, the jostling, the endless lineups. It's always held at the same place, a quick walk from work. I try not to go during my lunch hour because of the afore mentioned lineups but last year I did and was very surprised to pick out the green stone heart, pay for it and still have time for a lunchtime walk.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Heart # 4


One of my favourite streets in the Big City is 10th Ave. It has the best coffee shop that makes the best fruit filled bread. Just down the street is the library. Two blocks down there used to be a great little shop where I used to buy recycled glass jewelry from Australia. I always stop in at the Cloth Shop whether I'm making a quilt or not. Another shop that I used to love to browse in was the French Boutique; it had all sorts of furniture, linen, and lots of chandeliers.
The Expensive store at the end of the block was one I had never ventured into but on my last outing we decided to have a look and before I new what was happening, I was the proud owner of the very costly heart-shaped espresso teaspoons. I love them and I have used them...once.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Heart # 3


I can't even remember when I bought these heart-shaped post-it notes; I may have been influenced by someone who thought they were cute and would be great to add to her collection of hearts.
There is so much scrap paper around these days that I certainly don't need to buy post-its. Any letters we get are cut into four and make a great notepad. The inside and outside of envelopes are great for grocery lists. Labels from canned goods make letter writing more fun. Old calendars, especially the large ones, are great for making envelopes.
Everyday our mailboxes are filled with paper. Its up to us to either recycle or reuse it.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Heart #2


Ever since she was a little girl Maura would sign her name with a heart. So it made sense when she started a collection of all things heart shaped. I found this paper weight at my favourite thrift store and gifted it to Maura. It's so nice of her to let me use it.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Heart #1


For the month of February I will be posting a picture each day of something around my home that is heart-shaped.
This frame was a thrift store find and it was painted an ugly green colour. A couple of coats of my favourite white and my best buttons and it was ready to hang in our foyer.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Pizza


Had another skiff of snow last night, just enough to make the roads icy but we still managed to go out for breakfast and get our supplies for the day. Ran into some friends at the market so by the time we got home we had to have second breakfast. Mixed up the pizza dough recipe from Jamie Oliver and while that was rising I practised my hair cutting skills on two willing victims. They are still speaking to me so all is well. Sorted two bags of buttons and managed to fill a bowl with mother-of-pearl ones-that made me very happy.
For dinner everyone made their own pizza-this is not even close to the pizza we had in Italy or the great pizza I had growing up but we all enjoyed this version-everyone seemed to linger at the table just a little bit longer, lots to talk about and crusts to share.