March 3 - March 9, 2013

Yes, it's the month of Timmies'  "roll up the rim to win". I don't know about you but it's a rare occurrence to see win/gagnez or whatever a winning cup says under the rim. But I'm a sucker for it; the back floor of the car attests to the number of coffees bought so far, and that's only my husband's. Here's the next grouping of brooches and not one of them involves drinking coffee although a drink of another kind was needed.

Friends of mine live down on the sandy shore of Lake Erie. Outside their home facing the beach we followed a female turtle who was looking to find a place to lay her eggs in the warm sand. I know I was very particular where I wanted to give birth to my son, but yowser she stopped here, and there, and then over there and then.......... We tired of this exercise after a while and went back to the "lawn" chairs and a cool glass of wine.


I found this sheep amongst some rug hooking wool that had belonged to my 
one-of-a-kind, never to be duplicated teacher, Nancy. Not only was she an exquisite rug hooker but she was a wonderful storyteller and there was always laughter when she was around. Don't know if she made it or it was given to her, but I wear it in remembrance. Truth be told, I did try to rip the pink bow off the sheep, but as you can see, to no success.

I think of Chopsticks - the song, not the eating tools. This brooch looks like a keyboard. The background has a mirror quality and it has a pleasant trick of reflecting different colours and images.

I like things that I can rearrange and change and this brooch is perfect for that. My favourite is the leaping for joy with arms and legs akimbo. In this pic her hair is very chi-chi with it upswept. It's usually very devil-may-care.















The Cardinals have starting singing their sweet spring song (at least the ones around my neighbourhood - don't know if they're singing at the Vatican), even though there's snow on the ground and an icy North Wind a-blowing. I like the movement of this brooch and that lovely colour.







A sweetheart type of brooch, very ladylike of me to wear it. I hear the guffaws now from friends and family alike.

I lost this lovely owl today. It slipped off when I was about town. My heart sank when I noticed he was gone so now I just hope he found a good home. Of course, I will keep on looking for this tiny owl for you never know if he will reappear. So with scotch in hand...... (usually I don't need an excuse for a wee dram).............safe flight.