In absentia

I’m not gone. Really. I have two weeks to go until the Craft Council Fine Craft Fair and I’m more or less running in top gear and only switching lanes when necessary. John is experiencing some sort of legal equivalent that involves things called “claims presentations” and “mechanics’ liens”. At least, I think the  guy…

“Why we keep her”, or “This is a Dr. Jekyll day”

I was (still am, actually, just taking a coffee break) working away frantically in my studio, trying out leaf printing with metallic paints on a hand-painted sky (more on this later, in the Seastrands blog) and was more than happy with the results. I hailed The Sprogget (as John calls her) who was working away…

She has to eat because…

I was taking a moment to read some weird news on CBC the other day when John wandered in and started reading over my shoulder. At that moment, I happened to be just leaving the page about a marine who was trying to auction off the rights to rename him in order to raise some…

It’s Guinness, Mom.

We’ve been hanging the show and dealing with the myriad of accompanying details all week. For Tuesday morning, Katherine visited Nana’s house because there was no space for her at the gallery in the early stages of the hanging and I needed all my mental facilities, diminished as they might be, about me. The following…

The Curse of the Cervical Pillow

It was a dark and stormy day. All the earth was shrouded in clouds of snow and battered by gusting winds. The Fearless Lawyer bravely fought his way home from the office, his briefcase clutched in his sweaty palm as though it were a talisman against the forces of nature. Suddenly, he was beset by…