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ooooh, i've been sick. just a cold. but it's knocked me out. i didn't get to the studio once on sunday. and yesterday i was able to get a start on the farmhouse quilts i need to make. it's a lovely pressure free process. i love sewing strips of fabric together, all fabrics i love. some i haven't seen for a while and they feel like old friends. the fabrics hold hands and smile at each other, neighbors and friends and some are family to each other. your can read the relationships and how they blend and merge and marry and love each other. it's one of my favorite things, watching it all come together. but i was way too wiped out to stay long. my head was pounding and i was home by noon with tea and a cozy fire and edgar's warm long body pressed against mine. and i slept most of the day. today i'm feeling more like myself, and although i'm still tired and headachey, i'll be heading to the studio soon. it's my happy place.
and in just a few more days, the studio will be open again, with a new guest artist, babi sugarman, and fresh new items from tracy's studio as well as new offerings in the shop as well. on sunday, april 29th, the little white house at 55 mowat in portsmouth village, will be open from 10 until 4.
it turned into a beautiful surprise, yesterday. sheila came to the studio with the boys for a rainy saturday visit. the boys watched some star wars while we tried on tunics and talked and drank our coffee. and then all four of us wandered around the studio house, where they had lived until flynn was almost 2. he loves to hear the stories even if he doesn't remember living there. we chatted, looked at art, jee acted out imaginary school scenarios (he goes to school in september and has taken to raising his hand to ask questions or point out interesting tidbits). an hour or so into the visit flynn said 'i'm getting hungry but i'm afraid to say anything because i don't want to leave'. he's 9 1/2. we have a special love. he stayed with me during the days when sheila worked, from the time he was 2 months old until school started. she would hand him over the fence and we would have blissfully fun days together. and now he's big, but the bond is strong. so we all marched through the rainy yard in the back kitchen door at our house. there was maki i made the night before and i had pasta and cucumbers and fruit. we slapped together a lunch. but when it was time to go, flynn was still loathe to leave. so he spent the rest of the afternoon with me and what i thought would be a studio day, turned into my favorite thing in the world.....a flynn day. chatting. running errands. just enjoying being in each others atmosphere. and when we were leaving to take him home, i explained that now as he was getting bigger, i didn't want to push myself into his world. that i will always love our time together, but as he gets bigger, he might not find it as fun, and he'll need to tell me when he feels like one of our days. he thought for a second and then said, 'well you can know for sure that for the next year at least, i'll still find it fun'. ah, flynn!
we went to a movie last night. just the two of us. a cheesy and juvenile movie that is the 4th or maybe 5th sequel of a movie we saw the first few months we were dating. we had popcorn and coke and sat in the very back row in the middle beneath the projection booth. it was just nice. a couple of hours without thinking of all the crap i need to do. laughing too loudly. holding hands. spilling popcorn. tom's right, we don't do those things often enough. it's those simple little times that keep the happiness on the surface.
here is dear little crabby, coming in from a job. a thieving job. her heist is complete and she's very proud of herself. and tonight, i made her a blog of her own. i'm taking photos of all the crap she steals and posting them on her blog. so, if you want to take part in the craziness she hauls into our yard everyday, this is your chance. crabapple the thief. enjoy!!!!
remember crabby? our cat who is a thief and is always having some sort of crisis? she is back in form again and driving me nuts as well as making me giggle. our yard is littered in trails coming from different directions and leading to our back porch. there is trash, all sorts of different varieties of trash.....newspaper, envelopes, frozen peas bag, to name just a few. but there are also some pieces of camping gear of some sort....a velcro cushion, canvas bags. and a mini football emblazoned with the word 'canada' and a red maple leaf. there is a stuffed animal or two. and there is a scarf, still on a hanger, with a pricetag on it. this cat is magnificent in her madness. she fills our yard with her treasures and it doesn't end.
a foggy morning, with mist lifting off the lake. our little studio is waiting to show you all the goodness it stores inside.
you'll find us at the little white house at 55 mowat ave in portsmouth village. today, sunday, april 15th. and we'll be open from 10 until 4. come down for a stroll. bring the kiddos and feed the ducks. skip stones in the lake. and find some treasures on the beach and at our little studio. 
