This one was from uncommon ground, Klaus Bosch. There are others but I thought a round one was a nice update to layers of sand, bubbles and water, in a picture frame.
A lumberjack crown. Not made in Canada but it has the Canadian style.
Found on Etsy.
Found on uncommon goods.
Found on Hanna’s Charming Christmas (not an English language site).
The stocking has pockets in the back, for stashing little extras. A wonderful way to upcycle fur, real or fake.
A Canadian find on Etsy.
I’m well liked in my family. This I understand. I think I’m easy to like. I don’t see how I have any other secret to being liked. I’m not especially anything. I’m not good socially. I never have been. Most of the time it’s easy to be part of a fairly large family who really do mean it when they ask how you are. But…
I’m the quiet one in a family of people who love to talk. To me it seems they just never run out of something to say, especially advice. It’s like noise pollution or white noise at times. I just stop listening and let them become part of the background. You know how it is when you put the radio or TV on and forget it’s there? It just becomes part of the atmosphere.
Now and then it drowns me out. So I give in and do as I’m told even when my own ideas, instincts or opinions were different and just as valid. That’s when I feel angry.
True, I feel guilty about it. We shouldn’t just ignore our Mothers, our sisters or our brothers. But, there are times when I just can’t take the constant feedback any more. I’m the oldest. Long before I was an adult they all expected me to be the one in charge, and I was. I managed everything. It’s odd to me that now they think I need all this advice.
Of course, I do understand it is all well meant. It’s no one’s fault but my own that I sometimes feel there is too much advice for a grown woman all of 47 (nearly 48) years. So, even when I do lose patience with all the communication, I do know it comes from the right place. I just endure.
Some of the feedback is good. I may never post this because they would be hurt (over over analyze everything) if they read this. I don’t want to hurt anyone. But, there are times I’d like to feel more like an adult than a child who has to be taken care of and told what to do.