Well how charming to receive these in the mail, but I had no idea what they were for. Exquisitley wrapped and all the way from Japan. First: I fear a customer is returning a bag for repair all that distance; then, oh wow, it's a birthday present, but arn't they a bit large for earrings and no doubt too heavy (although my grandmother was famous for earrings of major gravitas and had very long lobes!) And finally, I espied a piece of paper all in Japanese and an amazing story unfolded:
Mine own, of course..... I trust one can say this without undue narcissism because home is wherever one is truly comfortable, be it in a treehouse, a penthouse, or your first bachelor pied a terre with that horrible shower. Asleep in the bow of a sailboat on a broad reach or on a mooring rocked by the waves is one of my ideal homes. But on land, my home called 'Ballyhigh' (a pun on the musical,yes and the area is known as Higbanks on Lake Erie, but in fact the banks are pretty low by the cliffs of Dover standard) is a place of retreat for me
Christina Droumtsekas, owner of Waterloo based Pink Poppi well, need I say loves pink flowers! It will be a busy Fall for Pink Poppi as they are in the midst of moving to a new location within the Timeless Materials company - housing the most swank collection of reclaimed furnishing and building materials ever right around the corner from the Blackberry head office. Floral arrangements are Chritina's specialty. I visited a couple of weeks ago. I assumed the most amazing white lilies were flown in from .....no, they are sourced from a Mennonite farmer just up the road.
Photo of a jaunt to the bank of my childhood friends. Such a musical graceful gait! Last weekend, the weather was about like this but I was not sauntering down this bank quite like this; I was cutting the grass on the ramp down to the lake (Lake Erie) under the watchful eye from above of my Dad ( at 92 he supervises). The descent down the ramp was naturally aided by gravity... it was a breeze, and no need for the 3rd gear power that this push/power mower has. But the next thing I know, I am barreling down the ramp out of control. The ramp ends and it's a 6 ft drop and jump to the Quarterdeck (beach deck) below. A half sunk defunct canoe is betwixt filled with sand and rocks to break the waves . I let go of the mower. It stopped but I kept going and somehow lept up and over it and off to one side. From my Dad's perspective I disappeared out of sight as he watched the lawnmover slowly careen forward and sway slowly back and then do a 1/2 somersault. All I remember is preparing myself for 2 broken ankles wondering how I was going to land in the canoe between the rocks. Agile and not fragile at 62, I landed in a crouch position and slowly stood up and looked back to see my Dad buckelled over in laughter.