Monthly Archives: June 2009


I like purple.  Do you like purple?

Purple is said to be the ideal colour because it is made up of red {the warmest of colours} and blue {the coolest of colours} and is associated with imagination and inspiration while also good for meditation. 

Purple {or violet} is the colour associated with the crown chakra which is the main co-ordination center of the body and ensures you are connected to universal sources of energy {always a good thing}.

Notice purple in your world this week.  The colour of purpose; it may surprise you.

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It was this moment
that I fell in love
all over again. 
I watched him slyly check
my growing wildflower bouquet
for colours and flowers
so he could fill in the gaps.
Then, as he bent to pick out some yellow,
I looked at the muscles in his arms,
the flecks of grey in his hair,
and the pride he takes in making me happy.
I thought of how present he is in fatherhood and in love.
It was this moment
that I was filled with warm, liquid gratitude
for this love
this life
this man.

Because I feel quiet and stuck today.
In need of on old fashioned
strawberry social with long dresses
and big sun hats in an open field
I will call them Anne days.
Days I wish I could roam dirt roads
and link arms with my beloved Anne of Green Gables.

These words, my own words,
bring me comfort on days
like these.

Journal Excerpts
Originally posted June 3rd, 2007

the air smells like lilacs and fresh laundry.  this

weather pleases me and makes me crave fresh vegetables

that still taste like the earth from which they came.  i

am happy to have so many whispering trees around us.  i

envision a seating area under the eldest of our trees.  i

see lanterns and wind chimes and many-read books.

i have rediscovered the joy of a yard.  it is quite like

having a cottage.  i sit out in the hot sun for a little

too long and eat nothing but cold food and water.  this

weather makes me want to reject television and the

computer to write endlessly on thick white paper. 

rediscovering the therapy of handwritten thoughts.

i have a purring cat on my lap and look up to see two

puppies becoming grass stained while disrupting dandelion

fluff to flight.  our older dog looks wiser now and sits

contently by my chair in the cool grass.

i lay awake at night painting pictures with words in my

head.  paralyzed with impending sleep, i assure myself

that i will remember these pictures upon waking and write

them down then.  i rarely do.

yesterday, we woke to find a lifeless bird outside of our

bedroom door.  feathers were everywhere.  soft and gray. 

i though  of the horrible death it must have died at the

whim of our fat selfish cats.  i do know and understand

the laws of nature, but was saddened by thoughts of her

wondering mate.

later that same morning, i caught movement in the corner

of my eye and turned to realize there was a mourning dove

flapping wildly in the office.  as i tried to think of

how to safely get her outside, one of the previously

mentioned fat cats, came out with the terrified live dove

in her mouth.  she had a dangerous and defiant glint in

her eye. i grabbed them up and moved the drama

outdoors.  i  managed to get the dove out of her mouth

and carried it away.  i held it and spoke softly until

both of our hearts slowed.  i was sure she would die

from shock, but i began to check her wings and legs to

make sure nothing was broken.  droplets of blood smeared

her silky gray feathers, but it seemed superficial.  i

decided make her flex her feet in an effort to snap her

out of her state.  within seconds she flashed her wings

and made the sound they always make when taking off.  i

watched her fly across the street and up into the safety

of a tall tree there.

i often wonder if human kindnesses travel through the

animal kingdom.  if word gets back to the fairies and

gnomes.  perhaps they cast spells of protection who care

deeply for their own.   why just the other night i saw a

bumble bee drowning in the water dish and rushed to his

aid.  when i plucked him out, i felt his little bumble

bum vibrate against my finger tip.  he could have stung

me,but through some unspoken wisdom i hoped he knew i was

trying to help him.  i would have understood as he was,

after all, likely very angry with the water for tricking

and capturing him. 

the day fell into a buttery haze.  the type that makes my

skin glisten and slide.  sweat pools in the hollows of

this landscape.  my freckles more prominent.  long hair

sticks to the nape of my neck. 

i think of old kitchens with layers of sticky cream

coloured paints and wooden tables.  the ones i imagine

exist over cafes in paris.  sweltering and sultry

telling aromatic tales.

if i were to write a book, i would call it 'a life

imperfect'.  i have not lived a perfect life, but i have

come to love the imperfect, mismatched, and unplanned. 

within imperfection, i find my perfection my truth my


yesterday we went to a small town and browsed the tiny

shops.  we went to one shop called the gypsy closet

where she had books about seashells and leather bags. 

she played enticing music and told us

about a foreign film called 'all about her'.

in another store, i found a lovely powdery blue metal

chandelier which would hang perfectly in one of our trees

as i often speak of chandeliers in trees.

i have been stolen away into a the world of antiques.  i

don't mean the restored and perfected ones, but the

rejected and scarred ones.  i used to buy pictures and

items that went with the decor or theme, but now i pick

only the items which speak to me.  the ones that tell me

their stories.  the ones with remnants of past lives

still attached.

i sit out on the deck, the trees jovial at my arrival and

company. i eat tortellini with rose sauce.  i admire the

lovely white flowers that mike surprised me with last

night.  i listen to billie holiday and think of all of

the other eras i should have, and quite possibly, could

have been a part of.  i have spent a great deal of my

life daydreaming and wishing i were somewhere else.  i

imagine fence lines and an old fashioned picnic.  making

love in tall hay fields.  reading poetry and drinking wine

in the afternoon sun.

do you ever wish that you could give away all of your

belongings with the exception of a handful of beloved

items and start over.  rebuild as we see fit.

i am a mistress of escapism.  some days it feels as though

it is a curse, but lately, i have been grateful for it.


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Diving in

Mike bought the above painting for my 29th birthday this past Monday.  I have loved many of Michael Sowa's work after first seeing it in Amelie {my most favourite movie}.  Dark and rather touching.  Some art just speaks to me; reminds me of something that is easy to forget.  A short film plays in my mind whenever I look at this {I can't help but also be reminded of this little film called kiwi that makes me both sad and happy}.  I see a quiet forest late in the day and hear the pounding of this lone pig galloping with fervor in a moment of pure and fearless inspiration.  I love the capture of joy and anticipation in this piece; you don't see or hear the splash or find out how deep the pond is.  Time was frozen at the exact moment of perfect joy and letting go.  I often need that reminder to jump in and let go.

This isn't to say that I expected this journey to be without its set backs and frustrations, but there are days when I feel utterly alone and too strange for this world.  Its tough trying to learn fading arts by yourself.  It is frustrating trying to be the parent you want to be while being subtly judged, questioned, and teased.  Exhausting.  Having to look up every step on google and you tube when it would be much simpler and wholesome to have someone show you and walk along side of you.  Defending  your actions to those who have no desire to support, but only to put their own shortcomings and regrets on you.  I am a dreamer and an idealist at heart and a sensitive one at that.  I hold tight to tiny criticisms and gloss over the big compliments.  I doubt myself daily.

I love this quote by Marianne Williamson.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

There is so much truth in this.  By being powerful and wonderful we not only live to our fullest potential, but give others permission to do the same.   I struggle with thoughts of success.  I can't possibly write a book because no one else in my life has.  I can't be a great photographer because I have never taken a class and see beauty in strange things.  I can't sew anything great because I only took grade nine sewing.  Who would want to buy something made by little ol me?  I am only a beginner; a dabbler.  I am full of excuses to not be powerful.  I minimize what I am capable of.

There are those out there who believe the internet is sucking the life out of our human relationships and experiences. On some levels this is true, but for me and my use of it, it has been an inspiring and helpful place.   I have found an astounding community of talented and fearless sewers, knitters, bakers, parents, and entrepreneurs in blog land, but in my immediate world they are few and far between.  In the real world I struggle with being myself.  I write differently than I speak.  Sometimes I am afraid of being too warm or open or honest.  I don't want to appear flaky and yet when I write, people respond warmly and appreciatively.  This is where I feel safe.  Though I am surrounded by loving and supportive souls, I am rarely understood.  I feel my written words are more accepted than my spoken words ever could be.

When I began this journey of blogging, I warned that it would be a battle.  A year of bravery and boldness doesn't come without inner struggles and demons coming to light.  And though I feel like giving up {after all, it would be cheaper and easier} I will plod on because I am driven to create and perfect and be brilliant.  So I will take the sewing machine in to figure out what I am doing wrong; I will cut my pattern; I will continue to write; I will google it and you tube it; I will continue to be grateful for and find inspiration in the kindred folks in both my immediate world and the blog world; I will continue to wage war on the demons and doubts until I find creative peace.


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This week I urge you to look up. 

Trust that your feet will plod, skip, or dance on as they they always have, and raise your face to the sun, clouds, rain, trees, and moon.  Sometimes we suffer from tunnel vision; become too focused; forget to breathe; forget the process.  So look for that which is out of your usual line of vision and be amazed.  A crooked branch; a nest; a crack in the plaster; a glorious tin ceiling, forgotten constellations.  Take a breath here.  Now snap a picture to remember the wisdom that can come from a new perspective.

p.s. Please check out last week's submissions at Flickr.  I have decided that, rather than doing the time consuming job of linking to everyone's blog, I will link to last week's post and comments.  This way I won't leave anyone out either.  From now on {as most of you have been} leave your link in the corresponding post and/or on your photo description at flickr.  Thanks for being patient with me as I figure it all out and playing along!

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p.s. Happy Papa's Day My Love. 



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Poppy Mama Love



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 I hope you enjoy the first artist interview feature that I mentioned a few weeks ago.  I will be sharing a tiny interview with artists of many medium.  If you think you would like to particpate yourself or know of someone  who would like this please contact me at


Presenting Lisa Stone of L. Stone Designs!

A word from the Artist

My dream is to get a break with my jewelry business. I thrive on the quiet solitude and the fine handwork that creating jewelry requires. I am currently introducing a new line of woven beaded wrap bracelets. I just love the unique flavor of them! You can see my bracelets as well as my other jewelry as it is being added to my etsy shop. I can’t stop making them, so please do check them out! My bridal and sterling lines can be seen on my website.

What is your favourite colour? 

 Without a doubt, my favorite color is celadon.

What is your favourite number?

My favorite number is 7. I’m not even sure why, but for as long as I can remember, it has been 7.

If you were a tree, what kind would you be?

My grandma had a huge weeping willow on her front lawn.  My brother and I would take our lunches under the tree and eat in the middle, like it was a hidden room. I have always had such fond memories of that tree. When my family built our house, I purchased a weeping willow and put it right in the middle of our front lawn. It is so beautiful.

Favourite item of clothing?

That would be a lace scarf that I knit for myself a few years ago.

What is the best time of day?  

Hmmm, that would be when dinner is over and my kids and my husband and I all sit together to watch a baseball game or a movie. I love their company and the sharing of our day’s events.

How do you take your coffee?  

Believe it or not, I don’t drink coffee!

What is your Zodiac sign?

I am a Leo through and through!

What do you collect?

I LOVE this question, because I am passionate about collecting architectural salvage, such as door knobs, tin ceiling tiles, and tins. If it is glass or metal, or has letters, I usually love it! I am intrigued by the history that goes along with it. I also collect vintage knitting, sewing, and baking tools. My newest collection is small bottles of sand from the many beaches that I have visited. We went to Hawaii last year and I have bottles of red sand, black sand, green sand and white sand. I have sand from the Dead Sea and the Red Sea in Israel. I also have sand from the Mediterranean Sea in Spain, and from all around the US. It is a great way to remember your trips by.

What music do you currently love? 

I do love music. Adele is on my ipod, as well as Coldplay, Karina, and One Republic. I also love broadway tunes!

What does your ideal day look like?  

That’s easy! I get to create all day and not feel guilty!

What is your favourite magazine? 

For awhile, I was a magazine addict, but lately, I haven’t really wanted to read that much. I will, however read any and all Vogue Knitting magazines that I can get my hands on.

What was your proudest moment? 

I’m grateful to say that I’ve had many. Getting married, the birth of my two boys (one of them in an ambulance!), my sons’ Bar Mitzvahs, and my oldest’s high school graduation and acceptance to his first choice of colleges all rank up there equally. I could not choose just one.

What is your favourite quote? 

On the front page of my computer, I have a quote from Mark Twain that reads “Kindness is the language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”  It is the motto that I have raised my children by.

What is your favourite book and favourite author? 

Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert is a favorite of mine. I have wanted to reread it lately. There are some profound messages in this book.

If you could change your name would you and what would it be?

There is no way that I would change my name! With a last name of Stone and being a jewelry designer, I would be crazy to do that!

If you were stranded on a deserted island, what three items would you wish to have with you?

Knitting needles and yarn should do it!

If you could have a house bought and paid for anywhere in the world where would it be and what it be like? 

That is a poignant question in this day and age. Reality wise, I would have to answer the very home I live in. In my fantasy, I would have a beachfront home in Hawaii.

What is your art philosophy?  

By far, my philosophy regarding art is to have fun. There is no such thing as right and wrong. Art is an expression, or an extension, of yourself. Be free and create.

What is your favourite thing you have ever made/written/built/created/invented/photographed? 

I would say that the most meaningful current piece that I have made is a ruby and sterling bracelet for my mom for Mother’s Day. It is my birthstone and years ago, we mined rubies together. There is a lot of meaning behind the bracelet and that is why I make jewelry. I love that jewelry can have meaning.

When do you have your most inspired moments? 

My most inspired moments are usually at night when I am about to fall asleep. I keep a notebook next to my bed and draw sketches. I also have many of my designs come about when I am actually creating. So many ideas flow when you are letting yourself be creative.

When did you realize that you wanted to make your art a priority in your life?   

Most of my youngest (and favorite) memories are of creating, both with baking, with jewelry, and knitting.

What advice do you have for fellow/aspiring artists? 

To be honest, I need advice! I have been making a go of my business for five years now, and I would just LOVE to have more steady success! I am the kind of artist who has perfected her ability to do art, but not to market her business. It is a work in progress to get “known” and I am currently putting more effort into that aspect than ever before.

My best bit of advice is to determine a plan for following through with your sales and your marketing. The artistry is the fun part. The work lies in selling!  

What is your medium of choice? 

I have a few mediums that I have been wanting to market. I LOVE and NEED to knit. I have been knitting every day for 27 years. It is a part of my fingers and I would love to make it my career. I also bake and I make some really yummy cookies! I have sold my cookies for 10 years during the holiday seasons, but my jewelry design eventually won over.



{today's photos courtesy of Lisa Stone}

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I love colour and all things eclectic.

This week the weather is beautiful and our feet are bare, we eat outside each and every night; I bought some wool to felt at the farmer's market for four dollars; I dress Poppy in polka dots or in the understated diaper; I have reclaimed a turquoise craft room complete with a clothesline of colourful inspiration;Gramma's sewing machine will be fixed by the weekend; I have stacks of yummy Anna Maria Horner fabrics awaiting their destiny; I am in love {well, to be fair, I am always in love}, we celebrated 2 years of marriage, I turn 29 in less than a week, and I am happy and hopeful.

So in celebration of all of the above and more, this week I challenge you to get as many colours into one frame as you possibly can.  Our life and days are overflowing with possibility so go out and capture it!

Check out our growing Flickr group.  Also blogged at listening and laundry, the gennysent page, minute musings, crunchy cursive, peppermint alley, exhale. return to center, so wabi sabi, earthy crafty mommy, the peacful peacock, of grateful praise, a bespoke life, and soaring studios. Thanks again to all who indulge in this weekly game of connections and exploration!


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