Red Cedar
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Post #3135: Disjointed
This fall has been lovely, but somehow everything feels a little…. interrupted. A result of much to-ing and fro-ing – to Vancouver, to the cabin, to Ottawa, to Victoria, and so on. In some ways I enjoy the variation in locale – but as… Continue Reading “Post #3135: Disjointed”
Post #3133: So many things to say
Half-finished essays and letters are being constantly written in my mind – but not making it to paper or screen these days. I’m hoping that this period of alone time will be fruitful, but in the meantime, here is a picture of danger:
Post #3132: Blogging the Brumby
I finished my first fall wardrobe I had him last Friday. The Brumby skirt! This pattern has three options for length at an option for pockets or no pockets. I went for the midi length skirt, and of course, pockets! The skirt didn’t turn… Continue Reading “Post #3132: Blogging the Brumby”
Post #3130: We are all disappearing
After I turned forty, I started to become invisible. At forty-five, this process has become undeniable – as a woman past a certain age, I have to make an effort to be seen. There are some definite advantages to this. On a trip to… Continue Reading “Post #3130: We are all disappearing”
Post #3128: Taking myself seriously
The problem is, I don’t take myself seriously. Not as a writer, not as a maker, not even as a union president. It’s bizarre really – at the age of 45 to be so sure that no one wants to listen to me –… Continue Reading “Post #3128: Taking myself seriously”
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