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Crawling to the Starting Line

I wish I were six years old. On Wednesday the school bus dropped Dusty off in front of his new home for the first time. He walked into a house with boxes stacked up to the ceiling, no refrigerator or kitchen counter, no sink in the bathroom and furniture stacked on top of each other.…

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A very Random Story/ Angels in NYC

The randomness of this story was either caused by old age (My life flashing before my eyes), serious procrastination (because I should be packing boxes for our move in a few days) or because of the randomness of the internet. Today I was doing the usual time wasting on the internet. I decided to google…

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The countdown.

Well, we are one week away from moving day. I wish I could say there was a toilet a tub, a sink or a put together kitchen counter, but instead I’ll say we work well under pressure. I think I really understand what it means to be overwhelmed. I’m not nervous. I’m just moving really…

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Spring Has Sprung in My Mind

Two Weeks from moving date is not the best time to get spring fever, but one can’t always control these things. Right now I should be packing boxes or painting our bathroom, but it’s just so darn glorious outside. It’s Nova Scotia cool, but the light is screaming hope and flowers. In the midst of…

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Third st. Hand Crafters

After a long hard day of playing Star Wars, Bionicles, cops and robbers and any other game involving shooting (only the bad guys), I get a strong urge to play with dolls. These are the ones I want to play with. They are made by Third st. Hand Crafters who are from the Halifax area.…

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Some Old Photos

I have been looking at some old photos and found these guys. This was from the days of my amazing show booth that Tony made for me. When he was building it he said that it would be a success if I could set it up by myself. Ultimately he called it one of the…

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My dance With the Sander

I am finally making a useful citizen of myself. Tony pointed out to me that if I didn’t spend several hours a day on flickr and etsy and looking at blogs that I might actually have a little time to help out at the house. O.K. guilty as charged. So for the past few days…

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The Overrated Letter L

My son, Dusty, was born articulate. Honestly, I’m not being an insufferably proud mom or if I am it’s still true. He’s a little fat head. He can’t help himself he’s the five year old village elder. He loves language and therefore tries to make his sentences as long and winded as possible. The more…

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A slightly different angle

Well, now I’m really having fun with the camera. Thought I’d experiment with some unlikely views of a hat. This is a straw fedora that I originally made for my friend, Andrea. I just completed another one for Beauchapeau Hat Shop in Niagara on The Lake and have decided to offer it in my etsy…

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