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Oh God, Where Are You Now? (In Pickeral Lake? Pigeon? Marquette? Mackinaw?)

I am the very worst kind of woman, the type of woman I’ve worked hard not to be. A woman who makes promises. But for all my good intentions. I was going to write about pencil skirts and bow-tie blouses and pleated dirndl skirts. Instead, I wrote my novel. I really wrote it. To the… Continue reading Oh God, Where Are You Now? (In Pickeral Lake? Pigeon? Marquette? Mackinaw?)

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Wanted – Help

I don’t normally do this sort of thing. I reckon there’s enough bloggers out there recommending things, things you may or may not need. Who am I to suggest where you should spend your hard earned cash? But there’s a bloke, down Melbourne way, who has the courage of his convictions, and is changing things,… Continue reading Wanted – Help

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Sunday

I woke this morning to a sky of grey, and an autumn chill. In next door’s tree, a maggie warbled, and welcomed the day. I couldn’t help but smile. It’s the best sound in the world. I paddled about in my nightie for a while. I wiped down the stove, rinsed my coffee cup, filled… Continue reading Sunday

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Cheerleader

And so, to the book. It took me a year to buy the book, primarily because I have been sewing for more years than I care to admit to. While I’ve consulted Gertie’s blog on occasion, for technique, I thought the book was better suited for women who were new to sewing. And while I… Continue reading Cheerleader