Film Lovers

Frans Peter Verheyen has a most excellent website dedicated to film photography. I was lucky enough to have a photo blogged on the site today! Have a look at The International Analogue Photographic Society website. (just click on the title Film Lovers)

Dear Boots

I have been wearing this pair of boots for years. I don't deserve them. I drag them through muddy fields and scuff them on concrete. They just had a revamp at Jim's Shoe Repair. I really ought to go and shoot Jim in his shop with my hasselblad. He has operated his shop for as long as I can remember. Jim is an adorable old Italian man. He told me "see. I fix good and cheap too!". I promise to go and shoot Jim this week. He fixed my boots. My beautiful dear Brazilian leather boots. I love my boots. I love Jim too.

That's my mom

This photo of my mom was taken in May 1970. My sister and I would have been nearly two years old at the time. My brothers, four and six.
As was the style of the day, she did nearly all of the physical work of raising us. I don’t know how she did it when I hear my friends talk of their difficult times with just one or two children.
The lovely smile you see in the picture has remained on her face for all the subsequent years. Despite nagging health concerns like arthritis and others, I rarely hear her complain.

Mom is a fabulous cook (a real Julia Child), an amazing decorator, a former entrepreneur, she is instantly adored by everyone who meets her.
Every year she manages to reinvent and creatively challenge her self. She got her first computer laptop just over a year ago or so and yet, somehow, she has managed to get hooked on facebook, and make friends all over the world already. She surprised us all recently when she flew to Estonia and Crimea to do further research on our family tree. World traveler- Check!

No, today isn’t her birthday, or any special occasion. I just wanted to boast about my mom a bit. She is fiercely loved.

Making a house a home

We are just starting our fifth year in our little house. Ken and I have no plans to move on to something bigger or to a fancier neighborhood. Every year we are able to complete another renovation project and add a few more "permanent" furniture items. We like living close to downtown. Ken is able to walk to work and I am mere moments away from the shops that I prefer for my Interior Design business. Our house was built nearly 100 years ago but it is very solid and should last many more. A small home at 1100 sq feet, it feels good to buck the environmentally disastrous trend of over scaled houses and suburban acreages. Our neighborhood is vibrant with hundreds of young families and a wonderful mix of people and cultures. We love our house. Together Ken and I are making it a home.

haircut

haircut, originally uploaded by The 10 cent designer.

Why do I always get my haircut on a nuthing, go to the gym night?
such a smooth blow out deserves a date. next time. I like my hairdresser. Her sweetly teenage opinions on world affairs and hair salon chatter never fails to amuse me. she is cute and 25 and she gives a nice cut for only $60.00 including tip.

OH hippo

Oh Hippo, why can't I have you. I love you so.

click on OH Hippo to learn why.

Closet Love

My master bath and bedroom renovation is coming along. I spent the day cleaning the dust out of the closet, organizing, and chucking out the tired and the ill fitting. I remember the first time we purchased a proper closet system. It honestly changed our lives. I bully all of my clients into getting a closet company in to install the proper drawers and shelves. Once it's in though, I swear, - no one has ever complained. Everything has a place. I used to use California closets. Now I prefer Calgary Closets. whatever. Just do it! Seriously, life altering.

My favorite place on Earth

This place is best experienced alone. No other footsteps, no human movement or voices. Generally it is windy. Luckily I happily accept this. Occasionally it is a calm and warm oasis within the winds of southern Alberta. Sometimes I share my field with a fleeing coyote. I see him, always, long after he has seen me. He is running up the far northern edge to avoid me.
This is Papa Larry's field. This is my favorite place on earth.

my new thing

I have decided to actually start blogging. opinions and such. blame Matt