what makes it good

i was thinking about the weekend and started wondering what makes it good for you? for most of my life a good weekend would have to include travel. staying home for more than an hour or two before bedtime would be all i could handle. it would also be a good weekend if i was working on a huge project. now things have changed. this morning i was thinking to myself how glad i was that it was friday. last year i dreaded weekends, yup i loved mondays and even posted about my love for mondays. well things have changed and i can't wait for it! so what make me say " i had a great weekend" well spending time with k. cooking something good, our walks with sophie and grace especially our sunday late afternoon into dusk walk at the farm. I like reading the new york times book review at the cafe with k on sunday mornings and having cynthia, tyler, debbie join us. I like how my house smells after i clean it on friday. I like an impromptu dinner by the fire. i like snow, snow and more snow. I also like letting go of something.( my goal is to let go of at least one thing on the weekend whether an object or something that has been occupying my mind. I like finding out how dylan did at his hockey game and having elle read to me in french. I like my chat with my mum and when my brother stops by, i like when my camera has found something good and dancing and running around the house. this is a new side of me, it took a while to get used it but i am finally getting to know her! so what is good weekend for you?

the femininity of winter (bird)

bird did end up joining her on her journey they would spend the days walking(hopping) he would teach her what berries would be safe to eat she would read to him from some of the books found in her suitcase. "femininity how did you end up here" " my eyes opened and i found myself on these snowy hills with this suitcase of pretty things and a whispering voice in my head saying" go find love". sometimes they would not talk at all just hum together and other times she would ask bird to sing. "bird what is love" bird flopped to the ground and shook all the snow of his wings and said" that is a big question and the answer dear femininity is complex" "oh please try" " well it is many things, like how the berries love the sun, how the fox takes care of her young, it is the way a musician holds his instrument and how you feel when you hear it played. it is kind, passionate but can also be powerful and intense it could be forever or it could fade. sometimes it feels like nothing before and other times it could feel familiar and it is often felt by two living things, a child a father, a brother a sister, a teacher a student, a friend and of course two individuals who feel the exact same for each other". femininity stayed quiet for a while as if she was creating pictures of the things bird had talked about. "bird why must i find it" "well i wondered why that voice tells you so, sometimes dear femininity is better to love than to be loved and perhaps that is why, but secretly i say it is nice to be loved as well.

She knew her time with bird was coming to close she felt it. as her eyes opened and stared into the dusk she new bird had gone he had let her know it was time for him to return to his one true love. as her eyes began to focus she came across a set of wings, bird had made her and told her when she did find love to fly. femininity knew she would not be in a hurry to find this love for she knew something so magical could never be rushed..

when you can't believe she's talking about you...

to say she did not move me with her words would be
untrue. to say tears did not roll down my cheeks would also be untrue.
thank you for your words dear, dear friend. I will cherish them always.
you write beautifuly.

I would also like to say happy one year blog anniversary and congrats on winning the food photography award aran
also a congrats to helen for winning the food blog award
i also would like to tell claire i am thinking of her and tell her to rest
i would like to tell deb how i can't wait to her collection
dear stephanie(nie) you are always on my mind, i think of you through the night and as the sun enters my room
i am also thinking of all of you, i wish you all can walk with me on the snowy hills of the farm.

the femininity of winter (part deux)

she often stops and stares at the bluejay, he is aggresive but so beautiful. she watches him fly all around her, she is convinced she could befriend it. perhaps if she sewed a nest of lace and fed it shimmering things he would keep her company on her journey.

who am i and a winner!!

Hi thank you for entering my first giveaway and for all your comments. I think you you might have me mixed up with my sister:) So just so you know who is the girl behind this blog let me clarify! the picture below is of my sister nancy and her beautiful daughter elle

oh how i wish i was her mother, trust me i have offered my sister, lots of money, jewels, cars, i phone, plastic surgery, a cabana boy i met last summer and even my husband but the answers is always no, at least she does not hang up on me anymore-there is hope!!!

and the picture below is me just before we went downtown(montreal to go dancing)okay enough of that!


Okay now that we have that out of the way let me announce the winner of the Silverware bracelet the winner is(picked by my husband) "in another lifetime" congrats!!! email me your information! i love the name behind the blog in a sense the spoon becomes a bracelet "in another lifetime"

the femininity of winter (part one)

i play stories in my head. mini movies. i write screen plays on the walls of my mind. i picture the epedemie of femininity with a suit case walking across snow covered hills. tangled hair, lace, wool, plaid and flowers. She does not feel the cold, her heart filled with the warmth of the love she dreams of..she humms and talks to herself her eyes wide open she sees every winter berries and flying bird...

nadia go lucky!

i am lucky and i know it. waking up at four am to drive my husband to the train, i am grateful for a few minutes with him in the morning, even though sometimes spent in silent..okay rarely since i seem to have a sense of humor in the morning. I like being in the city when all is quiet, but welcome a morning song on the radio, sometimes i choose or just let the radio choose for me. as i drive back i think of things like the impromptu dinner i made for k. sam and david last night and how i love to cook. I think about how we played with our dogs and how i pretended to break dance for k. how we chased each other up the stairs and back down again, and how my mission is to scare him as i hide over there. as i pull into my driveway i like looking at the house and the how it is gently lit. grace welcomes me as if i have been gone for hours and sophie lies on the bed upstairs waiting. I give the kitchen a quick clean and walk up the stairs and try to lay in the bed before grace joins sophie and leaves me no space. the phone rings and k. checks i made home safe he says thank you and i love you. now tucked in just right each dog lays their head on my belly and as i go in and out of thought the one that is clear to me is how lucky i feel to be loved.
when is the last time your whispered to yourself " i am lucky"

today love

the sun shines bright as i make my way to the brown campus. we talk about personal things and try to use delicate words. we avoid big puddles and cross over snow banks. we walk towards hope. we enter a big hall crowded with the future, we find our way to seats. Glad that this day is here, deep down want it to be done fast, want to know you are now the president of the united states and bridge to peace, want to hear the words change from "yes we can" to "yes we will". Deep breath, i know now i have been holding it for a while, i make my way back down these snow covered sidewalks sun brighter, day brighter..hope now lit for all of us to see.

gone wild

New Years day K. Elle and i spent at the zoo.
It was cold, sunny and perfect!