Thursday, 31 March 2016

Halloween Table Runner (another one)

After a month of being ill and laid up with back problems it seems I am getting back to normal. I knew I was starting to feel better when I sat down at the sewing machine and spent some time finishing a few projects I started last Halloween. I'm definitely getting a handle on the binding process thanks to Missouri Quilt Co.

Runner front


Runner back

Tuesday, 29 March 2016

The Ghost that broke my heart...


He walks down a busy street staring solely at his feet
Clutching pictures of past lovers at his side
Stood at the table where she sat
And removed his hat; in respect of her presence
Presents her with the pictures and said:
"These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you
These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you."

Opened up his little heart unlocked the lock that kept it dark
And read a written warning saying I'm still mourning
Over ghosts, over ghosts, over ghosts
Over ghosts that broke my heart before I met you

Lover please do not, fall to your knees
It's not, like I believe in
Everlasting love

So he went crazy at 19 he lost all his self esteem
And couldn't understand why he was crying. crying
He would stare at empty chairs
Think of the ghosts that once sat there
The ghost that broke his heart, all the ghosts that broke my heart
The ghost the ghost the ghost the ghost
The ghost that broke my heart before I met you

Lover please do not, fall to your knees
It's not, like I believe in
Everlasting love

He says: "I'm so lost, not at all well"
Oooooh, oooooooh
He was down and there was nothing to be
Turned out I'd be following him and he'd been following me
He was down after it was over
We were just two lovers crying on each other's shoulder

Lover please do not, fall to your knees
It's not, like I believe in
Everlasting love

Monday, 28 March 2016

The Secret History of Hollywood

Here are some very interesting podcasts! Attaboy Clarence.com

Click here for Hitchcock podcast

Saturday, 19 March 2016

Someone knows something...

Filmmaker David Ridgen hosts a new podcast. Each season will revisit another Canadian cold case. The first case involves the disappearance of 5 year old Adrien McNaughton in 1972.

If you liked Serial you'll like this...


Someone Knows Something (SKS)


 In the first few minutes of Someone Knows Something, host David Ridgen talks about the appeal of revisiting cold cases. “We all think we can solve them – it’s natural. We tend to impose order where there’s none so that every puzzle has a solution. We try to resolve chaos,” he says. “We find not the truth but what we want to find.”

The cold case Ridgen is referring to is the focus of CBC’s new podcast, launching March 2. It involves a five-year-old boy, Adrien McNaughton, who disappeared without a trace from Arnprior, Ont., more than 40 years ago.

Ridgen’s meditation on human curiosity is interrupted now and again by interviews with the McNaughton family. By the end of the first episode, listeners are brought to the last place – a fishing spot – Adrien was seen.
 - Source

Sunday, 13 March 2016

Friday, 11 March 2016

SurReal Art and Crazily Intricate Crochet

So beinArt, about which I've posted before, is having its inaugural group exhibition. Among the very talented artists being featured is Caitlin McCormack.

Now, I've recently picked up crochet again and am having some fun with it but I doubt I'll be making anything like her work any time soon. Still, it is very inspiring!

Caitlin McCormack - source


Tuesday, 8 March 2016

Eva Green as Ms Peregrine? I like it!

Happy International Women's Day! #onedayIwill

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children Photos Debut
Have I ever told you about how I spent most of my childhood in a group home for children? It's true. No, it was not located in the midst of a time bubble. Although it did have a rather old worldy, colonial, British missionary couple running it. And we were often made to watch endless slide shows of children in far flung places whose lives (and wardrobes apparently) had been "made better."

But there was also a rather magical place they took us to during the summers. A place of log cabins, tall trees, bonfires, and a leech filled pond. We had many secret meeting places there like the "Blueberry Patch." Full of blueberry bushes it was also, unfortunately, located next to the 'dump' - the open swamp/pit where the boys were told to dump our garbage.

There was also a place we were forbidden to go...a 'valley' filled with fruit trees, tall ferns and a long barbed wire fence. Beyond this fence was a huge dark wood filled with countless tall pines and littered with huge boulders, seemingly dropped at random by giants. Hmmm......