We are learning about 5 in our house.   Five is carefully stitched name tags, packed lunches and the madatory first day of school photo.  Five is the chin trembling with excitement and tears as the first day begins.  Five is also handfuls of friends to share it with, candles and lolly laden cakes.  Most importantly, five is friends just as excited to...

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I am a sucker for wooden boxes.  I especially love the ones with printed labels, emblazoned with a purpose.  This one was holding up the heater behind the counter of the opp shop this week.  After a few cheeky questions, it turned out to be for sale, and left the shop tightly tucked under my arm.  While I have no immediate need for...

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  I have heard that the poet, Kate Camp, uses the moments while the jug boils to learn poetry, committing new lines and invented worlds to memory.  I like the idea of holding it close, cupped in a cupped hand. I found these hipped tulip shaped cups in the opp shop a while ago.  They sat there for weeks, passed over for the...

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The art supplies have moved. The clutter and jumble of out of reach treasures has moved from the top of the pantry into it's own new cabinet.  The cabinet was a thrifted find from our local op shop.  They delivered it too, bless them.  While the glass shelves and mirror were intended for "look, don't touch" treasures, it does tend to make every...

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