Jen April 18th, 2008
Heading out to Son#1’s "Wings Ceremony" in Moncton. PLUS he’s taking us for a flight - weather provided of course - so I won’t be posting my challenge until our return sometime tomorrow.
My 3 words were taken right off the magazine cover: Clear, Saturation, Point. I’ve enjoyed playing. See ya’ll tomorrow!
Oh. And if you just can’t get enough of me … Stacy Alexander posted a most embarassing look at my work yesterday. *blush blush* Check out if you dare: Listen to my Art Beat.
Jen March 14th, 2008
… in posting the winner and the next challenge. Should be added tomorrow. Sorry ’bout that! But hey! That means you have extra time to finish up the projects you’ve all been working on. Check out the latest posted comments in last week’s challenge, some great inspiration there! Be back soon…
Jen December 22nd, 2007
Yay! We’re on the other side! And though it was the darkest night of the year, the moon shining through our window felt like a spotlight and woke both of us up round 4am this morning.

I picked birch branches and hung them with my Winter Danglies swap from last year along with some ornies from Tricia and some angels from Colette. Oh. And my Ghost ornie as well. There are a few favourites from the past - a tin bird, a glass dove, some crystals and a couple of dresses from Caryl as well. I keep threatening to have this as our sole tree but no one takes me seriously.
We are off today to find a tree, skirting the craziness that is town as everyone gears into that glazed over "OH MY GOD IT’S CHRISTMAS IN 3 DAYS" frenzy which I SO enjoy. Santa, if you’re listening? Please create a store on the edge of town that has all my last minute needs - y’know, milk, frozen sausage meat, Christmas trees, airplane stamps (for my daughter), sundry items that I know I’ll need but won’t know what they are until I see them - and keep everyone else away, have a large cleared parking lot and make it aesthetically pleasing. Thank you. Love Jen xo
Jen November 11th, 2007

It started yesterday afternoon, wet thick goopy snow, "Spring fertilizer" the locals call it. The temperature dipped and it became not so wet, less goopy more snow-like. And started sticking. The greys and browns and fawns of late autumn were wiped clean, stark white.
The power went out overnight and only just recently returned. We spent the afternoon fireside, curled up reading, hot coffee at the ready.
I am so not ready for winter. I don’t think I have a choice in the matter.