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Too Many Pants and One Grey Cat

,10:50 pm

It all started with hangers. Pant hangers. You know the ones that lever together at the top and clamp onto the hem of your pants? And if they’re the cheap kind, then your pants just kind of slide out and land in a heap on the floor? Well, those. Pant hangers. I needed some. So […]

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James Blue and Overcast Grey

,10:51 am

A couple of months ago, I decided to re-paint our ensuite bath after living with the same serene blue for almost fifteen years. I love this blue, chose it carefully after repeated trials with countless paint chips. Nothing too heavy, nothing too grey, just a deep, clear blue, the colour of dusk in a late […]

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Swearing Off Sweaters

,7:53 pm

This cardigan looks pretty ordinary, right? Like a little something you might have bought at Cotton Ginny back in, say, 1990. It is anything but ordinary though, I assure you. It is made of, get this, 65% cotton and 35% steel. I kid you not.  See for yourself: Pretty amazing right? Its a bird, it’s […]

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Things I Could Really Live Without: the Dining Room Table

,10:50 am

The cat naturally appreciates what she has Today, I set up office on my husband’s first wife’s dining room table. I know, I know. Sounds a little off, doesn’t it?  When I mentioned this arrangement to a girlfriend of mine, as we sat chatting over coffee, she practically spit out her latte. “You’re doing what?” […]

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Things I Can’t Take Part One: Meds

,7:36 pm

  Yikes. It is alarming to visit my blog and see blank space where my latest post should be. It’s been weeks since I’ve posted. Okay, four months. I’ve been away, descended again to that black country called Depression.  Exhaustion. Apathy. Disinterest. I continued to march, of course, because that is what the Primary Parent […]

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My Way or the Highway: the Work on the Road

,12:58 pm

  Have I mentioned that I am afraid of driving on highways? As in, heart-pounding, adrenaline-rushing, sweaty-handed death grip on the steering wheel afraid.  Controlled-access highways are especially terror-inducing.  Anywhere, for that matter, where it feels as though there is no means to escape, nowhere to safely pull over and breathe. Highways with box barriers […]

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A Furor in the House

,9:54 pm

 Photo by: Sarah McKenzie, artiste   “We’re going swimming next door!” my daughter Lindsay announced yesterday afternoon. “Really,” I said. I caught hint of dubiousness in my voice too late, slapped myself inwardly for not sounding more enthusiastic. Lindsay didn`t seem to notice.  “I was too shy,” she said, her voice light as a feather, […]

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Broken Spoons, Gone to Pieces

,4:00 pm

I love these spoons. OK, granted, they are not spoons.  They are spoon-shaped spoon-holders.  And they are broken. Yet again. The royal blue-and-yellow piece-in-pieces is from Portugal, a gift from my parents from a winter ventures to the Algarve. It was my first spoon-holder and I used it for all it was worth. And then some. Obviously. […]

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Easy Re-Entry

,6:20 pm

I am a book-lover. My whole family are book-lovers (granted, my older daughter may be more accurately described as a magazine-lover). We buy books by the arm-load on a regular basis. Consequently, this is an easy point of entry for any de-cluttering project. What books will I read again? What books will serve as useful […]

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