Helping out Andrea today…the typical new mom sore back…such a pleasure to hang out with these two..see Noah?
A year in Days – my photo journal
At a Christmas concert in the wee church at Memory Lane in Clam Harbour…how sweet it is. The choir was 10 members, many wearing Scottish tartans. After all these years here we still get a kick out of that…in Ontario there was such a melting pot (melding) of cultures, that you didn’t see one dominant one as you do here with the Scots.
Then a Christmas dinner, timeline 1940’s in keeping with the Memory Lane Heritage Village era. Always charming. The season begins for us with this materialistic -less evening. It doesn’t matter what your faith, or lack there of, to be able to enjoy the camaraderie while eating at picnic benches, with friends and strangers alike, your back tight against the back of a stranger at the table behind you…squeezed in, laughing.
Out with my group of fellow fibre artists (the FAB group, which has members around the province and travels to their various locations) to enjoy a lovely day of creativity, starting with a tour of Susan’s studio. It’s wonderful to peek in on how artists do their thing…where, the methods, the inspirations. Susan generously led us through her process. I’ve always thought quilters are generous souls. Not one has made me think otherwise yet.
No, that’s not Frank and me. It’s a photo from Richard who sent this today, from his recent trip to Argentina. It made me realize why we gave up our Tango lessons. I can’t wear heels! I couldn’t pull off that dress! And Frank doesn’t have that much hair! We had lovely lessons at Seaforth Hall (amazing in itself)..just enough to remind me that I can’t dance (but will with enough lubrication) and that Frank doesn’t like his getting his feet stepped on so frequently. And that this dance is for the very brave . It was a lovely memory of my parents rolling up the carpets when company came, putting on the music, and dancing the classics, that made me yearn to do it. But I’d rather have been in Argentina…watching.
Forest has short hair again. I loved his long hair, but now he seems so grown up. We have grandchildren from 3 months to 16 years, and they all seem to be growing up so fast! It wasn’t quite the same speed when we were raising ours…..because we were with them daily. Also, at our end of the spectrum, time seems to move faster.