It happened in the butler’s pantry.
A hall-way space, and once upon a time when our house was first built, it was the kitchen.
Now a brown cow supervises my every move.
On a snowy day, I faced down that cow and got to making. Continue reading “white magic and a brown cow in the pantry”
Last year I met a woman in the grocery store that had purple hair. I stopped to talk to her and asked if I could take her picture. She was absolutely thrilled to have her picture taken.
Purple has been my favorite color for a very long time.
Although as a very young child when asked, I said red. I think maybe it was suggested by someone else, that red was my favorite color.
Continue reading “lusty lavender the day I became rebellious”
Isn’t it wonderful to have a new year and a fresh new start?
What’s next for you?
Years ago I came across a blog that I found so inspirational. The content was fun and the photography was beautiful. The photos were always so bright. I studied the photos and the blogger shared her camera tips and I soaked it up like a sponge, and then almost the next day, she stopped blogging.
Don’t you just hate that, it is like when you have a TV show you really like and it is canceled? Crap. Continue reading “whispers from the soul”
I hope that Y’all came through the holiday season with blessings and all good things.
I in my elf slippers and Mr. Cottage in his flannel, we snuggled in on Christmas eve for a day of just doing for us.
Mr. Cottage and I have had a long tradition of cooking a special Christmas Eve dinner – something a little fancy. Since the passing of Mother Cottage, we have invited Father Cottage to join us for Christmas Eve supper. I’ve made various steak dinners these past few years. This year, Father Cottage announced that he had other plans for Christmas Eve, so we talked about what we would do, for just the two of us.
Continue reading “a new season”
I find eggs in unexpected places when the girls mischievously lay them outside their nesting box.
Sometimes I put them in my pocket.
Sometimes I forget that I put that egg in my pocket.
Sometimes I get a drippy gooey surprise.
Continue reading “angel with the broken wing”
I went up in the attic, out to the garage and into the far depths of my studio and pulled out boxes of dusty, crusty moth-eaten, beautiful stuff.
How was your week? Continue reading “box full of vintage treasure”
Here is a mermaid tale that starts out in Florida and makes its way back to Virginia. Continue reading “lulu and the watercolors”