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View fullsize Little Bird “I wonder why you have lingered all these years” This book. It’s awash in delicacy. In loss & love & longing. Woven with a bittersweet melancholy 🤍 •••••••••&bul
View fullsize “This little bird coddled & quiet from the stillness, as if a dream” I’m still here…in my own quiet revery. Surprised by my lumbering, laborious process. Marvelling, yet again, at how long it takes me to create the hear
View fullsize Tying bows 🎀 This is the hardest part of the process. Committing to the last edits. I thought I had locked in the imagery for ‘Little Bird’s’ cover…and then…just like that…THIS. Something new was born out of
View fullsize I live a few lives… Artist. Writer. Stitcher. Baker. Gardener. Maker of all manner of things. And Midwife. The last is my full-time+ job & it takes all of me. Chews me up & spits me out some days. Sleepless nights. Exuberant joy. Li
View fullsize Dreaming up the next thing. This leather MarketBag prototype is finally complete. Making. Creating. Designing. For me it is a time-consuming process. I start with a vision of some sort and then I think. And just when I’m ready to start, I t
View fullsize If you’ve never lost someone, you might not know, all the ways they stay with you. Earth 🌍 Day It was a shared celebration; a sweet tenderness between my two favourite people. My Mama & my Nich. The story, too long to tell here, is a per
View fullsize “Love still goes with her from her place of birth” My work is personal And Little Bird 🦢 is no exception. The Paradise Lost series is a group of poems, each exploring a different friendship, in some way transfigured, by time or distan
View fullsize Spring We are all begging for it. Dreaming of it. Willing it into existence. But here on Canada’s ‘wet-coast’, well, we are living up to our name. Incessant, cold, pelting rain. Wet rain. The kind of Spring that calls for a little
View fullsize This is how I found it. Collecting dust in the middle of my studio table, after the storm of Christmas. Every year, as Christmas closes, I spend hour after hour, purging & cleaning & re-organizing (like most of us). It seems the perfect fr
View fullsize Being married to a man with an embarrassment of talents makes it easy to give the most beautiful gifts. And when it’s been a long & difficult year it’s time to give all the love. So, I put in a special order for a few deliciously go
View fullsize This sweet boy… snuggled in his Mama’s arms, was born on this day a few years ago. It is a marvel to think about the life that awaited him. Amazing, to look back at a life & realize all the ways it could have wended, only to be left
View fullsize Mistletoe 🤍 Sending out some virtual kisses this year instead of the real deal 😘 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••&bu
View fullsize Little Bird “I wonder why you have lingered all these years” This book. It’s awash in delicacy. In loss & love & longing. Woven with a bittersweet melancholy 🤍 •••••••••&bul
View fullsize “This little bird coddled & quiet from the stillness, as if a dream” I’m still here…in my own quiet revery. Surprised by my lumbering, laborious process. Marvelling, yet again, at how long it takes me to create the hear
View fullsize Tying bows 🎀 This is the hardest part of the process. Committing to the last edits. I thought I had locked in the imagery for ‘Little Bird’s’ cover…and then…just like that…THIS. Something new was born out of
View fullsize I live a few lives… Artist. Writer. Stitcher. Baker. Gardener. Maker of all manner of things. And Midwife. The last is my full-time+ job & it takes all of me. Chews me up & spits me out some days. Sleepless nights. Exuberant joy. Li
View fullsize Dreaming up the next thing. This leather MarketBag prototype is finally complete. Making. Creating. Designing. For me it is a time-consuming process. I start with a vision of some sort and then I think. And just when I’m ready to start, I t
View fullsize If you’ve never lost someone, you might not know, all the ways they stay with you. Earth 🌍 Day It was a shared celebration; a sweet tenderness between my two favourite people. My Mama & my Nich. The story, too long to tell here, is a per
View fullsize “Love still goes with her from her place of birth” My work is personal And Little Bird 🦢 is no exception. The Paradise Lost series is a group of poems, each exploring a different friendship, in some way transfigured, by time or distan
View fullsize Spring We are all begging for it. Dreaming of it. Willing it into existence. But here on Canada’s ‘wet-coast’, well, we are living up to our name. Incessant, cold, pelting rain. Wet rain. The kind of Spring that calls for a little
View fullsize This is how I found it. Collecting dust in the middle of my studio table, after the storm of Christmas. Every year, as Christmas closes, I spend hour after hour, purging & cleaning & re-organizing (like most of us). It seems the perfect fr
View fullsize Being married to a man with an embarrassment of talents makes it easy to give the most beautiful gifts. And when it’s been a long & difficult year it’s time to give all the love. So, I put in a special order for a few deliciously go
View fullsize This sweet boy… snuggled in his Mama’s arms, was born on this day a few years ago. It is a marvel to think about the life that awaited him. Amazing, to look back at a life & realize all the ways it could have wended, only to be left
View fullsize Mistletoe 🤍 Sending out some virtual kisses this year instead of the real deal 😘 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••&bu
View fullsize It started a few years back, the wreathe-making. I’d forage the backyard & aptly positioned bushes around the wiles of north Van (almost always with 1 or 3 of my kids in tow) and get to work on a giant wreathe for our BigYellowDoor! But th
View fullsize Distraction. It’s the very best thing for bringing you back to centre. It calms when the edges feel frayed & the mind is unable to settle into its usual equilibrium. So this week, amidst the chaos my homeland’s election brought, I
View fullsize I have a quiet, rumbling obsession with ceramics. I marvel at the makers who can transform this wet & wonderful material into delicately simple porcelain prizes. It was my medium once. Once upon a time. I didn’t like the wheel. Finding it o
View fullsize The day’s bouquet placed, without a thought, in front of your glorious old oil of yellow roses (ThankYou 🙏🏼 @circa_vintage_finds ). The painting haphazardly left on your entrance bench while it awaits its permanent placement... • And th

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