A Canadian in Scotland with stories to tell ..
The Crunch and Hum
Have you ever looked at a sewing machine? Really looked at a sewing machine? The way that machine is engineered is fascinating. Like a car, all the elements are essential. A tool that cannot be separated from the pattern and the thread. It’s always the sounds that bring you back.
The Salad and The Pantyhose
I hate pantyhose! I hate salad! Ever since I was little, I never understood having to put your legs into see-through sleeves or eating what looked like tree leaves. What are you trying to hide if they’re transparent? Probably whatever the salad is meant to help with, I imagine. Whenever I could and wherever I could, I did everything I could not to wear “the hose” or est salad.
Shoes on a Beach
My shoes were soaked again. Another beautiful beach walk where I could not help but run through the water with my shoes on. Too cold to take them off but nice enough to try; I had ruined so many shoes that way. Who could resist a beach? Not me, whenever I could, I made my way to the golden sand minutes away from my cottage.
The Red Door
“You’re staring, “ she said. “And what if I am,” Amelia replied. “You may be forced to try it then!” she emphasized. Amelia had a herd of acquaintances, from work or from school but her confidante was Dina. Both Italians, both strong-minded and both adventurous eaters. This is where it brought them, the local Japanese restaurant. Another moment where both of them were glued to the front window watching people feast on plates filled with colours and shapes. Never had either of them thought that they should enter, just the thought of the food was enough to get them to plan what they were going to do when they did pass through the big red door.
Documentaries R Us
A documentary has a style and fluidity of its very own. The language, the characters and the central theme are important in capturing the audience and keeping it entertained. It’s a human story. Documentaries subject matter varies from one of horror to one of laughter, but always worth the watch. Grab your popcorn!
Cotton Candy Envelopes
Once a month a pastel envelope falls from the hole in the door. A woosh sound is heard as it floats its way to the floor with a light thud. When I turn over that rectangular package, I see a preprinted label on the front. Something my mother has always been concerned about, no one will understand her. This little Polish lady in black square glasses has been fighting her entire life. From a life in a Communist country to fending through new hurtles in a foreign land. You hear many stories from so many different family members. Why they left the country and why they settled in a place that they did not understand. These mailing labels explain how my mother used her tenacity to continue on when you have no idea what is in front of you.
I’m a window shopper. To make it even worse, I’m a cyclical window shopper. One of those people that chooses something, hangs onto it as they continue to wander around the shop. That scenario repeats itself on social media. The only difference is that my shopping arena expands quite dramatically. Does it sparkle? Does it go zero to 60 in 4.2 seconds? Does it come in many sizes and colours? Does it bark? The discovery of something new, outside your comfort zone, is exhilarating, something I would recommend for anyone to try!
Just like many other coming of age stories, my story starts the same. My family immigrated to Canada when I was six, at the height of 80’s glamour. Fluent in German and Polish, English was something they saw on television. They walked into Canada expecting so many things and learned that expectations are not always as they seem.