Month: February 2015

Old Stuff & Junk Shops

Dear World- It’s me Tilly

From junk shops to markets, getting hold of an old-fashioned sofa, armchair or coffee table for a bargain price is so much fun! Once I’ve got hold of my ancient or unique item then the fun can really start as I apply paint, upholstery and my own style with a twist. Now, add in a vintage hat- jewelry and fashion find and I am a happy girl.

Vintage HatI’ve recently been obsessed by all things vintage, from furniture to fashion, 1920-30 Advertisements to (my favourite) hats from days gone by. If you were to ask me why , the answer would be simple- because it is friggin awesome.

The term “vintage”  refers to products or themes dating back to the time period broadly between the 1920’s to the 1980’s.  I’m not a big fan of the ‘retro-70’s and 80’s’ and personally don’t put it in the ‘vintage’ era- but hey… each to their own style, taste and passions.

The ‘experts’ in fashion and decor say this is fad, but what isn’t? What inspires me today may not in a year or ten years- but so what? I’m all about living in the moment and exploring what makes me happy- and today what inspires me is vintage.”everything!vintage-pic-

I hope you find what inspires you today, brings a smile to your face and fun with whatever it is. Living in the moment is one of life’s fabulous options.

True happiness is… to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future.~Lucius Annaeus Seneca~






Sometimes it is as simple as going to the washroom yourself

There are days when counting your blessings are easier than others. Tragedy or trauma suddenly rears it’s head in your life and you, or maybe…. it is just me…. searches for one…just one… ‘blessing’…let alone counting more…than I remember.

Sometimes it is as simple as going to the washroom yourself. You see when my Mom became very ill she couldn’t go to the washroom herself, my sister, nurses that came to the house or I had to go with her…. and oh how she hated that. She was a strong, independent, beautiful woman that now relied on her daughters or strangers to help her go from her wheelchair to the bathroom.

In her mind, she had lost her dignity. I get that- I am pretty sure I wouldn’t appreciate someone else taking me to the washroom either.

bl1Later as the cancer got worse, she couldn’t make the trip to the ladies room at all- everything was done via tubes.

So today, I give thanks that I am going to the bathroom myself….and thanking Lady Moon and Father Sun for the things I take for granted.

There are always blessings, sometimes we just need to dig a little deeper.

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.

Some- if we are lucky- if we are truly blessed- come into our lives for all three.

A reason, a season and a lifetime.

But when they are gone- taken from us; from this life to begin the journey of another- the ‘lifetime’ is-oh-so-short!’ and I wonder, how can my heart, how can my poor soul—- bear anymore? Enough it screams. Please it whispers.

I remember…

I remember…forever… I will remember…

…our discussions of books, music and philosophy; never long enough- always with the excitement- of- “next time”. Conversations so pure and real that you forgot about time, and place, and only knew the now. Talking of nothing and everything, bonding as friends.

You introduced me to Spanish and Chris Botti. You told me your secrets, and I told you of my dreams and fears.

I will miss you. So rarely can you find someone who you can relate to– the same level– intelligence, depth of understanding and trueness of heart.

All too soon- gone.

I greif you my friend, grief so very, very deep.