One of the things I like about recycling / upcyclng discards is the chance to play with ideas. A few months ago I wrote about a messenger style bag I made from a pair of Sam’s toddler pants. Well over the last little while I have been toting it around,
Kan I Get Organized?
I like to think of myself as fairly organized, at least time-management wise. Lately though, I have been finding myself getting less and less organized, a little more likely to listen to Yimago Earth and contemplate the Universe when I should be doing something ‘meaningful’. Maybe it is the cool
Frederick Buechner on Homosexuality
(I don’t often quote other peoples’ opinions on life but in this case this struck me as a very honest way to look at people – ml) ONE OF THE MANY WAYS that we are attracted to each other is sexually. We want to touch and be touched. We want
Komorebi – Japanese for Smell The Coffee
Being a melting pot of languages, English is a language of description – insert Tab B and fold etc. In my ‘word-travels’ I have discovered that other languages seem to concentrate more on the essence of a word than the descriptive nature, leaving the listener to ‘fill in the blanks’,
Bread Was a Nickel
I am a child of the 60’s, no surprise there with the recycled denim bags and macrame bracelets I post about on here. But I am also an engineer of the new millennium, building and fixing systems that will be broadcasting you the evening news long after I have hung
Knot Too Hot Now!
I have had a Lee Valley mug for over 30 years now, 3 trips across Canada, years in the States, this has been one of the best mugs I have ever had. With one minor issue… The handle is hot! I like my coffee hot and black (2 sugars, no