In my last e-blast to friends of AES, I asked if anyone had or had access to bits of lace, tapestry, jewelry findings, or all other types of 'useful' things I could use in my lace vignettes and mixed media jewelry. Vonnie works across the street from the Ladner thrift store. One of the best I've been in. And here is what arrived in the mail last week. The 'mother load' of finds.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Jewelry Findings and Lace
Anne from Saanich sent me these in her most recent package (including pieces of leather). The envelope that arrived a couple of weeks before has already been sorted and put away. I'm going to make her a mini leather booklace.
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
A Birth Day 40 Years Ago
Written on Ruxton Island , July 14, 2013 for Jeremy’s birthday July 15
To my dearest
baby boy,
40 years ago
today I brought you into this world and we were together for just over 36 of
those years. We will be together again one day but until then I carry you in my
heart. So many memories and so many stories. When I wake up on Ruxton Island in the loft... oh you would be so pleased with the ladder. It is a
work of art ~ Owen poured a lot of love into that ladder and knew that with
every swipe of the plane, you were by his side and the words he spoke were for
you to hear… Back to waking up in the
loft. The night sky is just beginning
to brighten and the birds chattering wake me before dawn. I think they know the sun is getting closer
and start to sing as the sky lightens and begins to turn shades of red, pink
and then into a milky blue and then a full on, sky blue. And I think the eagles are back nesting high
above Nelson’s. You can hear them. As my eyes peer into the lightening of day, I
have a ritual where I trace the Celtic geometric cloth in my minds eye that
hangs over the bed. Did you? The
leaves and needles flutter in the trees when there is a breeze and sometimes
the breeze sneaks through the screen window (yep, the window has a screen on it
now) and caresses my face. I love your
loft Jeremy, especially in the early morning and there is not a morning, where
ever I am, that you are not in my mind and bring a smile to my face and
sometimes the ache sneaks up on me and my cheeks moisten as the tears fall ~
the ache of missing you.
As the day wore on, we kayaked to
I can feel your arms around me, you sitting quietly beside me, your breath blowing gently across me, your strength helping me through each day. I miss you
Happy Birthday. I love you.
Owen
wrote: Happy Birthday. Missing you Magoo. Thank you for this wonderful place. We’re doing our best to make it a nice
cabin. Having fun with neighbours. Keep a place in your heart for us as we do
for you. 'til we meet again.
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