Spring Memories
My mother brought these Omphalodes cappadocica ‘Starry eyes’ from her garden to plant in mine at least ten years ago. Every spring, now, I think of her as they bloom near her birthday (she turned 82…
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Stitching up a memory . . . .
You might remember that a few posts ago I mentioned having tosew on one last button for a baby sweater I’d knit. The project had stalled because I lost one of the 5 buttons bought…
View PostI Am the Very Model of . . . What I Wore to the Opera!
Popping my head up again from my marking to bring you a What I Wore to the Opera post. And, if you’re anywhere near Vancouver, to tell you why you should consider giving yourself a…
View PostBirthdays, Memories
When a little girl and her Mom and I were walking, quite a few weeks ago, Little Girl described exactly the bike she wanted: a pink unicorn bike, with a horn, and when you pushed…
View PostBrooch-ing the Subject . . .
My sister recently scanned this wonderful photo of my mother’s convocation at what was then quaintly (and a bit chillingly, no?) called Normal School, i.e. Teacher Training College (Edited to add: ThisWikipedia entry defines the…
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