2010 wishes

It's been a while since I last took my camera for a walk, or have gone for a walk without my Pig in tow. So, for the sake of enjoying some peace and quiet to myself, with the weather promising that there probably wouldn't be a (sane) soul out there, off I went.

When I get out there, it's always the chilling silence that lures me in. Enchanting, delightful; the rhythmic sound of breathing and footsteps. The bitter breeze tends to whisper that there are blankets, waiting at home.

Though New Year's Day is just the same as any other day, I like to play with the thought that maybe things will be different; things to come, the following Spring, the following Summer, (peas!) things to anticipate, the unknown. Like approaching a mysterious fog.

And while the scenery will change, as the seasons will pass, I look forward to the days to come; a new year, a new number. I kind of like the number eleven, though it's not as cool as 12 (my birth date.) I think it's time to go inside, for blankets.. and for tea.

With frosty fingers, toes and nose, I wish you all a wonderful New Year.


willy wampa

It looks like monsters are (finally) making an appearance in our toy line-up. Much more fun stuff to come in the new year!


peace, love & fuzzies

Hoping you have a warm, cozy, holiday season, with those who are dear to your heart.

Love, Libby, Ian, Tim & Pig


topsy turvy

While it's no secret that I am almost always racing with anxiety, I always find it fascinating when my internal, racing, thoughts present themselves in front of me when I turn out the lights at the end of the day. From tornadoes, getting lost in airports, losing my sense of direction, being chased by some sort of animal or person I can't identify, to riding elevators that look like laundry baskets that spin awkwardly into buildings about to topple; it's quite a funny thing to pay attention to your dreams and what your subconscious is telling you. I must be lost.

With the holidays approaching, I am hoping I can figure out how to shut off and relax, as I have been so unable to focus lately that even attempting to write anything is quite difficult. Frankly, I am not in the spirit at the moment, but I am hopeful that once things settle down, I am going to do my best to backtrack; even if I make something of it after the season passes. Winter -over Christmas itself- is really the time that I come alive, so all is not lost if I can't be bothered to look at my Christmas tree fondly or even think about what kind of cookies I want to bake to make the season bright. It's what you make of it, when you can. So until then, I'll be boarding the laundry basket elevators to take a ride into the unknown. I hope to return to myself, soon.



I love cooking stew with pretty leaves.


root for spirit

It makes me kind of sad to admit that I haven't been feeling the Christmas spirit this year. At least not yet, as it is still early. Usually by the first snowfall I start to feel all warm and giddy inside, but somehow it just hasn't tickled me much. Maybe I just need time? I'm not sure. I even tried making some of my grandma's ginger cookies, for the sake of sentiment and nostalgia that it brings to me over the holidays. Sadly it didn't do much at all, except maybe make the house smell delicious, like gingerbread.

I'm not even really sure what I'm expecting, as it may even just be the expectation itself that has me wondering when it's going to get here. Perhaps I'm just a little occupied with other things to bother to pay attention? After all, a lot has happened in the last month to bring the energy down a notch.. or two. Or maybe I need to sink in a little deeper, find my roots and what it is that brings me home for the holiday season. I have no idea what that is. Oh well, I'm not going to force it down, though I do hope it comes to me soon. Ho-hum.


lost dog

So, how is our little Pig? He is doing rather well, thank you, as he had surgery last Wednesday for a luxating patella. Genetic, they say. Disappointing, is my reply.

To keep from going off on a rant, as this whole thing has me clearly upset, I will carry on to say that he is already coming back to being his usual fun-loving self, though he definitely slows down easily, as recovery time is an estimated 6-8 weeks.

With a shaven backside, the mortifying cone to keep him from picking at the bandage patch on his hind leg, and the gross details of what sort of pins and incisions and cutting of bone he had to have done, I think he is hands down the bravest little pup that I have ever met. Only 10 months old and having to endure so much discomfort? He never complains. And for that I admire, respect and love him even more.

Learning that this issue came from how he was born is a definite eye-opener that I can only offer the advice to ask your breeder (if you choose to go this route) to provide everything in documentation; medical history, you name it to avoid any sudden surprises such as this. And though I am beyond disappointed to have gone through what we have in this past month with vet visits, medications and of course the surgery itself, I wouldn't trade our Pig for anything in this world.

While I am well aware that this was completely out of my control, being a genetic issue and all, I tell you that it has been the most helpless and heartbreaking situation to have to watch, without feeling responsible, or that it could have been prevented, somehow.. magically(?) Irrational, I know. I hate it. I love him. It's like being torn completely in two, to put it into perspective.

I can't even describe how much I look forward to the day when he can run and play like he did so well, over the summer that we first got to know him. And it hurts in so many ways to miss someone when they're sitting right there in front of you. I want my dog back. All fours, all smiles, running and pain free.

Thank you all so much for your kindness, concern and endless support.

sold out!

Thank you to all who made it out to the craft show on Friday. It was a lot of fun getting to meet everyone, and see those eyes light up when approaching my table. We did very well, leaving an empty table (sold every toy!) nearly an hour before the show ended. What an awesome outcome. My insides are oozing with delight. I can't wait to do this again.

Maybe a spring sale is in order?



We hope to see you at the craft show tonight! Very excited and looking forward to Zzzz . . .


no breakfast for breakfast

So just like that, our sweet Pig is having surgery on his knee. Yep, right now. Not later. Today. My brave little Pig.

We originally took him in for a consult this morning to see what could be done, where after hearing all of the gruesome details -that's just me being visual and squeamish- they asked if he had eaten this morning. *insert red X sound from Family Feud* He had not. So because he was technically fasting already, they gently took him in to get all fixed up, stat. That moment. Today. Now. Not later.
I just about barfed.

Call it luck or bad luck that Breakfast hadn't eaten breakfast *har har. I can't wait to have him back home again... on four legs.