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.
My Blue Ghost
I watched the world on a little box; Square, bright, static and blue. A friend in the rain, a friend in the dark; Too much to learn and to fast to absorb.
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.
I sniff my dog. I admit it. I am a closeted dog sniffer. Not really even hidden, to be honest. I tell my family to do it, my friends to do it and now random readers to give it a try. Sniff your dog!
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.
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce ..
There is no option for closing my eyes. If I did, I would possibly be knocked out by a tree or even a car. My daily escape involves my sneakers, , my playlist and the asphalt under my feet. I run.
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!