Vision Boards

I am fascinated by the creative process. How writers write, how composers compose, how designers design. Everyone is different, so too are their creative, processes. The photographs above, are of Sid Mashburn, and his vision board, I don’t know if that is what Mr Mashburn calls it, probably not, he is a southern gentleman designer/retailer… Continue reading Vision Boards

What is it we want?

Good morning all. A beautiful coolish May morning, here in my beautiful ugly. The sun is shinning, the birds are singing, the sounds of cars driving by, it is the city, there are always cars. A long weekend, halfway between, productive and restful. Gorgeous Victoria Day weekend. I did lots of walking, lots of reading,… Continue reading What is it we want?

Good Bones

Hello everyone, I hope all is well, in your little corner, of the universe. I am well, I am happy, I am no longer in my, early fifties, well into my mid-fifties, bordering on the late, and you know, I am absolutely good with that. I have my new place, I have been here, three… Continue reading Good Bones

A Little Over A Week

Good morning all, hope you are well, and that life, is being good, to you. I am super busy, work, setting up, the new flat, I am sitting with it, a bit, deciding, where I want to, put pictures, art and such. But, my curtains are up, I got my new vacuum, things are functional,… Continue reading A Little Over A Week


Home, it’s a complex notion, it isn’t just, brick and wood and mortar, plaster and concrete, it is so much more. This new place, feels like home, it is light and sunny, it is both old and new. I am surrounded by people, I care deeply about. I have culled and purged, I have kept… Continue reading Home

Georgie, doesn’t like moving

Good morning everyone. I was up very early this morning, and it wasn’t, Georgie who woke me. It was my mind, spinning endlessly, with all the things still left to do. Last night my friend, Ken, helped bring down the garbage, there was quite a bit, two recycling bins and five large garbage bags, don’t… Continue reading Georgie, doesn’t like moving

Books, lots of books

Two days left. I know for many of you, the people who move, a lot. You probably can’t see, what the fuss is about, moving is no big deal. In my case, it is a big deal. I have lived in this building, more than thirty years. I am soon to be fifty-six, that is… Continue reading Books, lots of books

The Last Saturday

Early Saturday morning. I have fed and cuddled the cat. I am adding milk to my tea, it occurs to me. This is my last Saturday in this building. Next weekend, I will wake in my new flat. I will make tea in my new kitchen, I will have a different view, from my breakfast… Continue reading The Last Saturday