A return to tradition

For many years Spence and I enjoyed Scallops Chambord on New Years Eve with a chilled bottle of Prosecco, a roaring fire and a great movie. We looked forward to this decadent meal with the anticipation of kids on Christmas morning.

That changed after I lost Spence in 2017. I put the tradition on pause, it felt too sad to continue it. I hoped I’d feel differently one day and this year I did. The passage of time, gratitude for good health and so many blessings in my life allowed me to embrace our tradition once again. It was fabulous!

I’m adding a link to the recipe from an earlier post in case you’re inspired to try my recipe https://spencesgirl.com/2015/12/31/scallops-chambord/ and I wish you all a Happy New Year!

Reo, life as the little sister in my own words

Biscotti doesn’t have to stand on his tiptoes
to see outside because he’s so tall.
We’re a couple of cool cats
Proof that even though my crazy kitten energy gets on his nerves, Biscotti does love me.

My name is Reo and my mom helped me with this blog post, she’s best kitten mom ever.

Tipper, his life in pictures 2009-2021

Perspective

At times when I’m painting tiles images emerge and I’ve titled these tiles accordingly.

As I share my tile photos via social media, I don’t always include my “vision”. As a result, in comments I learn what others see – and that’s  fun.  Other interpretations are fascinating to me and often I begin to see what they see. Like life, it’s good to be open to another’s perspective.

What do you see?

 

 

Broken yes, but not beyond repair

Nose-prints on my window

A feral colony of three sibling kittens born in my garden this summer, have decided to stay on for the winter.

The black kitty I named Coal. From a very young age he’s been the most gregarious. The kitchen window looks out on my garden (not pretty in winter). When I walk in the kitchen, Coal jumps from his napping spot on my jacuzzi onto the window ledge. He is captivated by me, regardless of what I’m doing. Anytime I’m cooking is his favorite time to visit.

Recently he’s taken to high-fiving me through the glass then walking back and forth rubbing against the window. He’s now “trained me” to pet him through the glass. This goes on until I’m tired. Not once a day but rather each time he sees me – including after dark when he’s visible only by his topaz eyes.

As a result, my kitchen window is dotted with nose-prints from Coal and fingerprints from me. It’s messy but I love the connection we have and look forward to seeing him each day.

Messy window vs visits from Coal. Coal wins. Windows can be easily cleaned.
On my deck when he was very tiny
Coal and his siblings, Toffefay and Stormy

 

Creativity during a pandemic

During the pandemic with endless days of solitude, I’m increasingly grateful that I discovered a passion for painting. I immerse myself in the vibrant colors and create art that continues to surprise me. Hours melt away….

Clearly I’ve been obsessed with the tiles I’ve been painting with alcohol ink, as evidenced by recent posts. I wanted to share a few of my favorite artistic endeavors in this post; all are alcohol ink on Yupo paper.