- Big Ideas Inside: A Creativity Pad for Dreamers
- 24 Days of Kindness for Preschoolers
- Pantone’s Colour of the Year.
- I like to Move It. Tate’s new favourite song.
- Craft a Life You Love
- 52 Lists for Togetherness
- love these. Buckskin Chopper Mitts from LL Bean
- South Shore Annexe Craft Table | Wayfair.ca
- The residue of creativity
- How to Be an Artist
- Why Is Japan Still So Attached to Paper? – The New York Times
- Slow-Cooker Maple Pork Shoulder with Apples
- Thatcher’s favourite song right now.
- Gingerbread Man Cookie recipe
- Royal Icing recipe
- Working from home hacks.
- Beautiful design ideas from Canva multi-page layouts
- selling at my first craft fair!
- Pixel & Bristle
- Quitting Instagram: She’s one of the millions disillusioned with social media. But she also helped create it.
- a true Northern Christmas
- Payless opens a fake luxury store (is this for real?!)
- a drop-in six pack at theworkaround.ca
(Thank you, Mom! She gave me an early Christmas present.)
- a lighting kit (ask Eric)
- a tarot set
- Pentel pens
- bath bombs from anywhere
- a desk lamp from IKEA (this or this) (*update Nov. 12th – I bought myself one of these lamps last week. Sorry, Mom 🙂 She has always said, don’t buy yourself anything before Christmas.)
- new moccasins
- iPhone holder (for video)
- a Get to Work Book or #10.
- Powersheets from Cultivate (my first pick)
- a business plan for my WordPress account
- Kraft cards and envelopes
For our family, a magical part of Christmas was being able to wish. It didn’t mean that it would happen; it meant that you got to imagine what if…
Every year during a visit to Flanders, we would sit with Grandma Lainie and flip through the Sears Wish Book. We would go through page by page as she asked us what we liked. I don’t know if she ever bought any of the things we talked about; it didn’t matter. Just going through the book with her was fun.
Grandma Lainie continued to make her wish lists even in her 70s. I wrote my own list last year: My Christmas Wish List.
Along with it being fun to wish, it’s kind of neat to see how our list captures who we are and what we enjoy. What’s on your list this Christmas?!
I’m going to camp for the first time – at 38 years old. I leave next week.
I will be 3 hours away from Toronto, with 80 women I have never met before. It’s called the Imperfect Boss Camp. A group of creative women – entrepreneurs, designers, photographers, bloggers, artists… coming together to learn from each other. I’m excited and nervous.
I have no idea where I’m sleeping. I don’t really know what the 4 days will be like. I’ve never been to camp before, and yet, I’m excited to be surrounded by others who love creative things like I do. And with no wi-fi and limited cell service, I hope to unwind and just be. I’ll have to let you know how it goes once I get back.
I may be a Wendy the Worrier but there’s a fearless side to me too. I actually like the fact that I don’t know anyone there. It will force me to meet new people.
I’m going to camp for the first time, and this kid is excited.
I was never the kid who went to camp.
Growing up in Northern Ontario, we were surrounded by trees and lakes. Going to camp was something we did every weekend when we went to our family cabin. Swimming. Fishing. Water skiing. Why pay for camp when you can do the same things at the lake? But it wasn’t the reason why I didn’t go…
I didn’t like the idea of sleeping somewhere else overnight and the only camp offered in our area was a Bible Camp – not my kind of thing. The packing list for Sunny Cove Camp (the Bible camp) further sealed the deal; when I saw that electronics were not allowed (no walkmans or CD players), I was out.
And now at 38, this introvert is packing her bags to go and share a cabin with strangers, three hours from home, in an area with limited cell service. Who says that we can’t change…
Two little gifts arrived in my inbox this week.
I say gifts because both have already made a difference for me this week, and I’m so thankful. I thought I’d pass their tips / advice along to you…
Alexandra Franzen & Tiny Goals
Alex describes tiny goals as those that feel simple, small and easy to complete. They are almost like little confidence boosters that make you feel energized and competent. And once you finish one tiny goal, you’re ready for another, and another. Before you know it, momentum has built and you have tackled a bigger goal.
The idea of a tiny goal helped me finally get started on a really big project that I’ve been avoiding. Deciding to work on tiny pieces each day has made the project feel less overwhelming and I’m actually excited to keep going. Tiny goals for the win.
If you’re interested in seeing more of her stuff, check out her website or subscribe to her newsletter.
Danette is a creative who inspires me to reflect on my progress and to be kind to myself.
In her newsletter this week, she posed the question:
If you keep living the way you are living now, where do you think you’ll be by the end of this year? (and if you’re not in love with the answer, consider this…)
Where do you want to be, by the end of this year? What would make you so damn proud and grateful?
Great questions to think about. I love how the idea of goal setting and creating intentions isn’t something left until January 1st. At any time, we can consciously think about where we want to be 3 months from now and start putting pieces into place to make it happen.
Lainie Note: I hope that I have written this post in a way that completely credits others for their work. I chose to share because I think their work is impactful.
Our wedding was held on Clearwater Lake in Northwestern Ontario.
Our guests stayed at True North Outposts & Cabins,
a beautiful camp owned and operated by family friends (Chuck and Cathy).
Chuck flew the girls (in my wedding party) down the lake so we could get ready
at my parents cabin (where we were married).
It was a DIY wedding.
Our flowers came from a grocery store, the table runners I sewed myself,
and the lanterns were gathered over many trips to Winners.
We had a cookie bar because Eric loves cookies.
Oatmeal raisin. Ginger molasses. Peanut butter. Grandma Beatrice’s Monster Cookies. The jars were recycled by spraying the lids brown.
The tags were made from card stock and letter stickers.
Huge jars were filled with mixed drinks.
Sangria. Spiked Lemonade. Fragoli. Mojitos.
We were prepared.
My parents rented a tent.
We strung mason jar lanterns with candles inside.
I made them from wire and jars.
Our photographer, was a friend of Eric’s. He took great photos for us.
Our wedding party had a lot of fun together.
Gram was there.
We were married by the lake.
Guests casually stood around with beverages in hand. It was perfect.
We ate fried walleye and homemade salads.
Our wedding cake was a Dairy Queen ice cream cake.
Our dance was held under the trees.
I ditched my dress for jeans and a hoodie.
We ate smores and had a campfire.
We will be married 10 years next August.
I got to marry my best friend.
We should have another party, Eric 😉
I know, it sounds ridiculous and very Canadian, but stick with me. There is a story here.
And because I have the most supportive husband (seriously, Eric, I am so thankful for you), he made sure that he was home after work in good time, so that I could go.
I’m going somewhere with this, I promise.
I took the subway and got off at St. Patrick station. I had an hour before the talk and all I wanted was a tea. A medium steeped tea with milk and sugar.
I figured that there had to be a Tim Horton’s or Starbucks close to the college. I didn’t even grab a tea before I got on the subway because I banked on the fact that there had to be one close to OCAD.
I couldn’t find one anywhere.
Lesson #1: I overthink things. I should have just gotten a tea before getting on the subway if I really wanted one. I had lots of time.
After finding OCAD, I Googled Tim Horton’s near OCAD.
It looked like quite a walk west but I figured I would have time. There should still be seats left.
Lesson #2: I’m a worrier. (This isn’t new learning for me.)
I don’t want to miss out or put myself in an awkward position of walking in late or not having a place to sit. When really, I could just sit on the floor.
Halfway to the supposed Tim Horton’s, I turned around. I couldn’t see it up ahead and decided to cut my losses. Lesson #3: That’s very much a Lainie thing. If it’s not a sure thing and I can’t clearly see it, I cut bait.
I walked back and wandered into the OCAD building. I felt completely out of place. Young artists were wearing whatever they wanted; the weirder (to me), the better. Lesson #4: I admire style and creative expression in others, and yet I’m afraid to do it myself.
I finally found the lecture hall. They wouldn’t open the doors until 6:45 p.m. I looked at my phone: 6:15 p.m. I sat on the floor and waited in the hall, watching people go by with Tim Horton’s cups and Starbucks. I was so tempted to ask where they found it.
Good thing I rushed here, I thought to myself. I sat and waited for 40 minutes. Then once we got inside, we waited for another 20+ minutes. I looked at my phone. 7:12. Come on guys, who’s organizing this thing? Why is he standing out in the hall talking to people? Is this annoying anyone else? as I looked around the room. I was getting so impatient.
Lesson #4: I’m so impatient (not new learning.) Things need to be exactly as advertised. As much as I love to buck the system and challenge authority, I am a rule follower when I want to be.
The talk was incredible. Absolutely incredible. I wish there was a video of it somewhere so you could watch it too. His messages so important to us all. I’m going to write up a blog post about it so you can hear some of his talk. Anyways, it was one of those things were the timing was perfect. It was exactly what I needed to hear. I love when that happens.
And then it was over. I started walking back to the subway, feeling lighter and more inspired. There was almost a sense of confidence (I can do this) that I have totally been lacking. And then I saw it.
A Tim Horton’s.
It was just steps from the subway station. Seriously.
I was so worried (nudge nudge, this is where the metaphor for my life is coming in).
I was worried about knowing where I was going. I was worried about who might already be there and if there would be a spot for me. I was so focused on the end destination that I blew right by what I was looking for and needed. It was right in front of my face had I taken the time to notice.
See the analogy now?
Lessons #5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12. It’s so me right now. I so badly want to create something that is meaningful. Meaningful to me and to others. I want to have my own thing, my own style of creating. I don’t know what it is and it worries me.
I compare myself to others and feel lesser. I’m so worried about financially providing for my family (I was almost on the Sunshine List at one time. Now I make money from sewing projects here and there. I’ve been on leave from my job since 2015, at home caring for the kids – something I never imagined myself doing).
I don’t know what I want to do or where I’m going and I feel so much pressure (self-imposed). I worry that there is no place for me in the creative world and yet I know that it is so me.
I just need to stop and relax. I need to make things for fun. I need to do Lainie things without worrying about how it might be perceived. I feel encouraged to take my time and to pay attention to what’s going on around me.
It’s time to make for me.
This post was written entirely on my short subway ride home after the talk. No edits and quickly thrown into Notes on my phone. And with a Timmy’s steeped tea in hand.
It felt profound at the time. We’ll see what kind of a read it makes.
And because I’m a nerd, I’m keeping the cup. I’ll use it to hold pencils and pens on my desk. A reminder to hold back on the worrying and to be mindful of what’s in front of me; then I’ll find what I’m looking for.
I totally forgot that I used to collect stamps as a kid. I found my old collection in my parent’s house. Here are a few neat ones…
Maybe you remember using hangers and sticking stamps to pages too. It seems like such a nerdy thing to do. I don’t even know how I got started; I think my Mom used to collect stamps when she was a kid.
But now I appreciate them for their design. I love the colours and those with great graphic design. It also makes a person notice how so much can be represented within less than a square inch. The design represents a country – what they value, what aesthetically represents their culture… it’s the ultimate branding back in the day.
In a previous post, Great Grandpa Johnson Built Log Cabins, I mentioned that it would be kind of cool if he had built our cabin (not likely, but neat to think about).
If he did, pieces of the original cabin are still there. Mom and Dad incorporated some of the logs from the old cabin into the design of their new place.
The logs were used to help create stairs up to the loft.
I think they were used to build the deck
(the corner posts in photo above and beams below).
I’m also wondering if Dad used some of the logs to make the beds too…
Regardless of whether their first cabin was built by my Great Grandpa or not,
I love that my parents incorporated logs from it.
The cabin looks much different than the first one we had.
Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about it.
Falu Rödfärg is an iconic red paint in Sweden and the West coast of Finland. I just recently learned about it after realizing that many of the log cabins back home are painted red and were made by my Finnish family members (in Northwestern Ontario). You can read more about that here (Great Grandpa Johnson Built Log Cabins).
Is red a Finnish colour? Yes.
Here are 10 things you might not know about Falu Red:
- In Finland, falu red is known as punamulta (red earth).
image from skandium.com
- Falu Rödfärg or punamulta is made with pigments from the Falun Mine in Dalarna/Sweden. The paint is created from ore with a low copper content that has decomposed over the centuries. In addition to copper, red mull contains a rare compound of iron ochre, silica and zinc.
- The Falun mine is actually a Unesco World Heritage site.A person can hike around the grounds, read information plaques, and learn about the iconic colour. To see photos of the mine and learn about visits underground, visit falugruva.se/en (the site is in English, just scroll down).
- Falu Rödfärg’s classic colour is not available as an exact paint number that can be mixed in a machine.The colour is created by experts who burn the pigment. It is a craft that has been handed down since the Falun mine started pigment manufacturing in 1764.
- In warm evening light, the red colour becomes intense, almost glowing.When the powder and linseed are mixed thoroughly, it creates a beautiful, matte finish. A translucent surface with course silicon dioxide crystals helps reflect rays of light.
- Houses that were painted a 100 years ago still have pigment granules that are red. The pigment is highly stable in terms of light.
- The paint produces an open coat that allows the wood to breathe.It lets in moisture, but equally allows moisture to evaporate quickly, minimizing the risk of rot.
- Falu Red paint was used as far back as the 1500s.Timber houses were painted red as symbols of wealth and status, mimicking the look of red brick buildings. Eventually it spread from the city to the countryside, first being used on the homes of the wealthy, then to farmers in the 1800s.
- Falu red is a traditional colour that remains popular today due to its effectiveness in preserving wood.
Since the binder is starch, the paint is permeable to water. An upside, it only needs to be repainted every 20 years.
- NCS S5040-Y80R is the Swedish colour code for Falu red.
Do you now also have a little colour crush on Falu Red?! It’s kind of a cool story behind the pigment.
Note from Lainie:
When Mom and Dad go up to the cabin on Clearwater Lake this weekend, I’m going to see if Mom will take a few photos for me of some red cabins.
It’s kind of cool to actually see a piece of Finnish history on the lake. All of these years, I had no idea. It makes me wonder which cabins my Great Grandpa Johnson and William Juhala built and whether or not they made ours. Can you imagine?!
They probably didn’t but if they did, we would still have the logs they used. When my parents built their new place, they incorporated pieces of the old log cabin creatively into the design. I’ll share some pictures tomorrow so you can see!
And if you’re interested in reading more about the colour, here’s where I found some of the information shared: