Thursday, July 05, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
martha stewart speaks to me in my dreams
martha stewart took me over to the home of an extremly wealthy friend.
in order to further get into the house there was a humungos waterfall
let's say the same size as niagara falls
i was to say the least taken aback
the deluge would kill
or would it..
martha was very encouraging
told me it was just an illusion,
a security device and to walk through it
'just walk through it'
said martha, gently guiding me with one arm around my shoulder
i was really frightened
seriously
a water fall the size of niagara
but with martha's kind words and gently but firm persuasion
i did just that
'oh my god' i exclaimed it was just an illusion....
****
great news by the way,
i have recently been told i have been accepted into the christmas
one of a kind show here in toronto....
oh martha give me strenght!!
Saturday, June 16, 2007
felt leaves
http://www.nathalie-roze.com/newsframe.html
it's true on the 23rd another crafternoon tea will happen at nathalie-roze and co.
it's a mini this time, in the courtyard of her shop
please come by to say hello and check out the nice makes
the locals have done.
Friday, June 15, 2007
no ledge
so much to tell
quiet bird twitter
of backyard sanctuary
about a million shades of green
trees make a wall
puzzle pieces of blue sky
jig saw cut sunlight
and fluff of the tree
that is sending off
a zillion puffy seeds
gathered up like fish eggs
salmon row, only white
air, no liquid space
i am thinking about
the spaces in between
textiles that show the
weave like summer linen
textiles made up of space
like lace
i have so much to tell
pregnant with stories
new experiences and
powerful dreams
Saturday, June 09, 2007
let things come to you

from a 'yogi' tea bag
ginger raspberry flavour
today a day off has come to me.
my workshop having been cancelled.
oh well.
a day off, hmmh been having a few of those lately
being well.
out of the no frills came simon,
an old friend who i brought home for tea
and back yard enjoyment.
he told excellent stories,
as he always does
i had been thinking of him,
and that day he me...
and well then we had tea!
the other day i called kathleen
and we meet in the park,
with her beautiful threeee
year old louisa and my wee
dog owen, we romped
and then backyarded in her
backyard and i had a lovely lunch
and we talked turkey, literally 'cause
kathleen a film maker went to show her
film in a feminist film festival in turkey
her film is a short called 'lost things'
a very thought provoking short,
honoured to have done the illustration for her poster,
i might mention
any way organic eggs are way yellow
and taste awesome
gave owen a bath the other day
on the impulse cause he was
watching me so enjoy the tub
and grabbed my pal bay's
handmade shampoo bar soap
then all the dogs loved him more
and thought he smelled too delicious
today is sunny and the air is clear
and all the little doggies frolicked
and things came to me like space
and stretch and wellness
and it is all well just excellent.
really i am not a polly anna with
rose coloured glasses, it's just
that moment to moment
air and sun can be so so fine.
peace
and
love
to you!!
Monday, June 04, 2007
pouch grey corduroy collage woman
this little pouch has found it's way to a gifty shop, along with other of my makes if in Picton please vist
Kelly's
197 Main Street
Picton,Ontario
www.kellyshop.com
Picton is a very pretty little town, near Sandbanks National Park
My friend Bay the soap maker and bee keeper lives near Picton
her stuff is lovely. Please check out her site at
www.honeypieh.com
My favorite is her signature scent and soap "Bay" it smells great.
now to walk in rain,
eat bacon
(yes i am aware it is bad)
drink tea
make beds
sew bookmarks
putter
wander
enjoy rain colours
laundry
something for dinner
run errand
make custom button for huge
look for poems from the mall for christine
return vivian's phone call from last week!
find vivians number
remove clutter
see you soon.
peace out.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
smelling lillies of the valley instead
thrifty thursday
at the goodwill 50% off
thought my wallet was pick pocketed
instead it waits at home
perhaps a signal to end the constant stock piles
of things i might need
and smell the lillies of the valley instead
left behind
one long sleeve black t-shirt
one lovely cotton black turtle neck sweater
dogs in canada anual magazine 2006
book on quilting
book on creative machine embroidery
a new type nancy drew mystery
and a book about a motorcycle adventure
in the garden green
dandylion puff balls
sparce lillac in bloom
too talk grass that i like
leaves of green
green green
dog barks
iron reaches temperature
and that is that
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
number 3
june the 9th i will be teaching my creativecard making workshop (which focuses of collage and sewing on paper) at www.nathalie-roze.com in leslieville, it will be in the afternoon this time. the past workshops have been lots of fun, the scones and tea are always lovely and the introduction to the sewing machine seems to help people become less afraid of it. please tell your friends who might be interested.
thanks,
kim
Monday, May 28, 2007
the day i didn't have clean underpants
blue cotton boomers taken against the slide in the concrete playground
hair in bunches and bobbles
uncle bobby sweat shirt
brother and self in a tree at niagara falls
against the leaves of green white flowers
with yellow centers
today i explained to owen he was gonna loose his balls
so when the males in the park came up to him sniffing around
to see if he had balls he wouldn't
and because bob barker from the price is right keeps saying so
imagine being memorable for this historic quote
"remember get your pets spay and neutred"
tired today
looking for a place to dance
sick to death of sitting
when my whole body says 'hi remember me?"
and i am and i do and then i recall what music
makes me do sway and swoon and fall in love
and want to dance dance dance one more dance
i will arrange a time and place
and secretly tango
with a rose in my mouth
recalling the tango contest i won at 14
at a resort called delawana with a talk blonde girl with moxy
and recall too coming of age
getting a period
the mystery of big fat tampons with no aplicator
and being called pumpkin even though i wasn't that round
memories don't need to be made they seep in
brew like the best coffee
steep like the best tea
sitting the snapsizes sizzle one to the other
and in the shower i just notice that on the shower head
there is a setting for niagara which i have never used
but choosing chance and experience over the fear of deluge
i just might
Thursday, May 17, 2007
broken pencil magazine review
in this spring's issue,
they say nice things about my book cosies.
thanks broken pencil!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
non- reactive
do you like my new necklace?
it is made of a non-reactive metal called titanium, the same metal for plates in the head.
i like the idea of 'non-reactive'
because much of my meditation practice is teaching me this concept....and good golly it is a big one.
very light is this necklace and i feel it is quite beautiful.
the necklace is made by a young jeweller named Aurora Simmons
of Lorica Designs www.loricadesigns.ca
Friday, May 11, 2007
workshop
Just a note to let you know there is still space available in the workshop I am teaching on Saturday morning at Nathalie-Roze and Company, in Toronto's Leslieville. Come on down and then check out the tree festival in the same area!
The workshop is in creative card making featuring sewing on paper, and using bits and bobs, interesting ephemera and such.
For more information please check out the workshop page on Nathalie-Roze's website (I have a link to her site at the bottom of my blog)
Thursday, May 10, 2007
burnt toast
Always a pleasure to illustrate anything for my favorite foodie magazine. Quirky and fun, informative too. Check out the site.
www.burnt-toast.ca
Here are my wee sacrificial lambs...
and there are a few more inside.
Monday, May 07, 2007
so much
i have been enjoying my button press
taking scraps of fabric
images
bits and bobs
and ordering them into neat little events
button moments
the trees and the grass are so out
the sky blue blue
nagging heart about trash the dog ate
learning to meditate and train a puppy
so much a like
occasionally creating great angst
button press is safe
mechanical
magical
using muscel
so much
with a net too big
the thoughts just fly through
but i though
it might be good
to sit
and type
words
and
see
what is what
for now
Friday, May 04, 2007
dictionary buttons
flimsy
bust
cat's-paw
fling
flicker
flight
bushy
busy
bus
i got my button maker.
i got it from www.babbleweb.ca
located in toronto, shopping local is good
button making is fun!
Friday, April 27, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
five o'clock five minutes
five minutes
to tell you a story
this is the story of a moment from yesterday.
the cast:
me
dog
daughter
big tree
police cruiser
the setting:
park
action.
i look up into the big bare tree right into the vein branches and up into blue sky
i look down, into textured bark, marks and ripples and history
i hug tree, arms wrapped only half way round because tree is so old and wise and wide
i say"
I love you!
actually i shout
I love you
unbeknowst to me
a police crusier pulls up
it isn't enough that Bea is rolling her eyes, (just a little)
police officer says'
okay i've got to ask
i reply
just loving this tree
police officer,
a nature lover eh ( thinks nature nut...i am presumming)
just loving this tree
i repeat
x
five minutes are up
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
tea in a tree pouch
featuring zig-zag from my new old Kenmore/Janome circa 1970 and running sweet as a dream
now back to sewing cards and perhaps later a little spot of tea in a tree.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
box of pencils
friday morning begins with a box of pencil crayons belonging to someone else once...
i think friedrich took a flight to holland from hamburg
and liked green and photo brown
occasion had it he played golf and the lottery
and did quite a few drawings
who is friedrich c. jenson?
and was this his box of pencil?
smelling of must
and mildew
and rescued
from the goodwill
i continue
maybe
veillicht
where friedrich left off
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
i sew love you
one of my new designs for a button.
soon a real live button press will be mine,
ideas swamp my mind
in a good way
happy sunday
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
wind, points, return,
leaves of brown clink to chain link fence
for today's magic trick
i return to a place i once was
this time as a healthy volunteer
and this time the option is mine to come or go.
no i wasn't in prison,
exactly...
i will learn to be mindful
i will learn to meditate
and my fear of inclosed spaces
will vanish in a puff of smoke
actually that is the worry,
the cable of the elevator breaking
into a puff of smoke
any way
i will learn to sit
and lean into points
and the next time i have to fill out a rather tideous application form
i will not eat a bag of hard candy
but put my fingers on the coffee table like the lady in the video
and contemplate...
contemporary building materials such as plywood..
no no
i will be mindful and conscious
and only have a couple of hard candies
that i taste and suck rather than crunch.
today it was windy
and cold
and owen's tail curled just right
and wearing the chocolate brown parka
zipped up to the top
felt snug
and i worry about being smug
and i worry sometimes
but not as often as i used to
cause leaning into points is prickly
but isn't half as bad as being scared of the big bad wolf of the self.
want a candy
chewy?
or hard?
Saturday, April 07, 2007
do you feel like a train ride?
click on this and see the other days of our lives in dawbis's paper quilt project.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
You can't Judge a Dog by it's Cover
today owen meet george.
115lbs of rottweiller male.
george is afraid of small dogs
and cats.
and takes his food delicately.
he approached owen carefully,
slight tail wag, small huff
owen responded in his puppy on a string dance
bobbing and swaying.
george got to run off leash,
owen whimpered...
before owen,
george scared me
i braced and held tight to child
thank you owen
thank you george
i know now, you can't judge a dog
by it's cover
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
wandering wondering
http://www.nathalie-roze.com/newsframe.html
I will be teaching a workshop at Nathalie-Roze and Co. Creative card making, featuring sewing on paper. Fun hunh? I hope it will be.
Lots of other fun workshops to explore there as well. Please check out the link.
please note, an odd thing my pics are getting cut off on one side, wondering why that is happening?
wandering around little India today, searching for peeling paint, wish I could post smells because the "smell track" as my sister calls it, is spicey and delicious, it just hangs in the air like a appetizing cloud.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Happy Birthday Beatrix!!
and i am gonna bake a cake
yep
and channel all the help
i can get from my dad
who was a baker
yep
and maybe get a kit
or a box mix
or something
and does it matter if i don't know batter
or have a mixer
or a matoser
Happy Birthday Beatrix!
I Love You!!!
xo
Monday, March 26, 2007
formaldehyde prevents smut pin
thats what it says on the bottle...really
language is a virus says laurie anderson
it changes that is for sure
spring insomnia
had a happy run in with sheets of vinyl
thats the word not plastic..
so excited to have a run in with vinyl sheeting
that i bought a metre and have made some mini
wearable collages
it is good to play
Friday, March 23, 2007
clear sky...nice clouds ahead
until then please check out Camilla's blog (listed live in my links list)
many good clouds...
the other day the nicest morning words I heard Jay speak to Bea were
"Bea, your cloud in a cup is ready and on the table"
(it is a drink with frozen banana and milk)
blue skies ahead, Toronto enjoys clear spring crocus filled days ahead...Yeah!
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
bachelorette
because she is a girl
she lives in a bachelorette,
i wonder if it is smaller than a bachelor
she wears heavy eye make up
think elizabeth taylor in cleopatra,
but aged
and a bob of black hair
think same actress and film
my puppy knows that
she feeds dog biscuits to the puppy downstairs
before she tells me
she wishes she had something good to give him
my puppy that is
her bachelorette is full of books
she says
especially cook books
and she says
thank god i haven't found any i want
i will have to get an apartment
my rude puppy persists
knows that she is his kind
the kind that is generous
with words and dogs
and carries milk bone dog
biscuits for cute dogs she meets
and likes to cook and read
and loves elizabeth taylor
and cleopatra
and being a girl
in a bachelorette
even though she must be 70
rude puppy persists
and tugs at her jacket
and she says
not to worry i wear nothing
that i am concerned about ruining
cause she feeds strange dogs
and i bet talks to cats in the street
that she meets
like i do...
we meet at the goodwill
looking for books we don't need
she lives in a bachelorette
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
pins for spring three more
i am all about the thaw
the coming of spring
the change of temperature
the start of that earth smell
the beginning of spring again
and shoots
and buds
and green brown grass
and rubber boots
and a light coat
and a scarf of cotton for the cool breezes
and the colour of the sky
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Bouganvillia
boo' gan' vee' leah'
boo
gan
vee
lee
ahh
do not be frightened little children i come in peace bearing green thumbs and two left feet..
be not frightened small and weak, big and strong, i am not here to harm only to plant my feet in the bouganveliah
darlings one and all how many times must i commit the crime of repeating myself...
water, we need water,
the plants could hardly get out the words..
for she had told an awful false hood
here thumbs were indeed not green but shade of black..
boo
gan
vee
li
ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
was heard into the night...
darling it is alright
just a night mare,
those nightshades pulled tight and consumed before bed it is no wonder you are spooked
look darling do not despair i have the watering can just over there
my thumbs are not green nor black nor any unearthly hue
surely darling you can see
clearly
that the
boo gan velia
loves you...
good nite
sleep tight
mind
the bed bugs don't
nite nite.
Friday, March 09, 2007
crafty little flower for crafty little show
another little fabulous craft show at the good catch in parkdale is planned for tomorrow, hope to see you there!http://goodcatch.ca/potogold.html
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
happy birthday to me
hey they say it's my birthday
well happy birthday to me...
it is such a grey day today, cold and dull the kind of day that supports travel to such sunny destinations as fiji and florida and good ol' california..
i love grey, one of my favorite non colours especially when it rains,
strange huh for such a lover of colour such as me, but colours can be loud and quiet is so nice for the eyes, lavender eye fields bathing the eyes in soft, this is good
today so far has been sweet
a cookie, and genmai tea at a cafe with a friend i popped in on, and made an escape route for, so nice
i found a doggie daycare, funny something i never knew i would ever wish to investigate. thoughts on this day.
hey happy to of been born, making use of my days to notice sometimes coment on the daily, mundane, the special stuff, the greys that sometimes go unnoticed tea gulped by instead of sipped..
my mama, a wee stature and a strong woman taught me to take my time, held up the dignity of not rushing, did things slowly, like eating and walking and speaking...born in a different time, middle aged by the time i rolled around, no frolicking but lots of fun, singing in the grocery store and making a game out of the vacuum that frightened me saying it was her doggie...which also frightened me...
loud noises i didn't like from the first car ride home from the hospital a howl is what i did when papa bear slammed the car door...
here i am an older person, perhaps depending on where you are looking at it from aged 41 not yet the age my mum had me at!
once scared of dogs, now in love with them...
never knew i wouldn't be living the hermit dream of mountain dwelling
meet a man so sweet and kind and love love loveable
and have a daughter sweeter than sweet potato pie
still can't spell nor memorize the times tables...
in the garbage today a chair,
little and broken and mine
piles of peeling paint
and a seat no longer
seatable
hi it's my birthday
happy birthday to me
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
snowy visitor
she came to visit my morning pages,
while i sat in the kitchen, snow falling,
drinking green tea
a little visitor,
a warmly dressed muse
Monday, February 26, 2007
planets
the pulsing heart planet
can be seen when the moon of venus is in the seventh house
mr. orson wells once told my while drinking fine wine together that he was actually from a planet other than earth, he was quite well into the vino at the time so i dismissed it...now i wonder
Saturday, February 24, 2007
promise
the lady that knocks on my door asking to use the phone
is begging for spare change
her teeth are furry,
and her stomach large lurching forward
in the pizza parlour the little asian woman makes pizza
pepperoni, hawaian, vegetarian, deluxe..
her crust is doughy and soft and unchallenging
i think of the pillsbury dough boy and keep on eating
we stop at the store that sells socks, locks and porn
to buy notebooks to write down the names
round the corner we go
the whole family pack
owen the dinasour sweater dog
and i at the back
the straight backed man in the felt hat
holding the little girl's hand in the front
the weather promise is spring time
but i am not fooled the weather has many moods
round corners we go until we reach the cemetary
and collect up names for future fictions
bea deciedes to write a story about meeting a butler
a mystery she says
jay collects names for his purposes
and because we have walked a way
the little puppy naps in my coat
for a while
a lady in a car asks about him
the lady in the purple pants warned me
of dog abduction,
the man with a maniquein arm walks by
dirtied by the melting snow
cars rush past,
on the other side of the fence
stones ingraved with people of the past
and words found fitting by loved ones
the pizza mediocre
the sun and light nice
bea's foot starts to hurt and she sobs
all the way home
perhaps the new boots or just fatigue
or the promise of cartoon television shows
not yet available
i walk and look down, avoiding patches of salted
sidewalk and glass shards..
one foot then the next doing an untangling dance
with the leash
promise for us yet...
Friday, February 23, 2007
productivity
yep.
nope.
depends who you ask i guess.
i have been reading a very inspiring book,
a radical notion really
it is entitled
'how to be idle'
by tom hodgkinson
not that i really need a guide,
being that my two favorite activities are
wandering
and puttering
which brings me to productivity
and the concept of skiving
without guilt...
guilt, how could i have guilt
when i freely eat all dressed potato chips
it is the middle near end of february,
and i have done a few things for money
and more for love
i have done piles of dishes this week
and have also left piles of dishes undone
just for balance
i have got up at strange hours
due to the new puppy
and experienced new weather
that was always there but went unnoticed
i have seen the stages of the moon,
and have been surprised that in the city
i could see some stars,
i have seen the different conditions of snow,
really so many, hard, crunchy, packing, powder
i have loved looking at the shadows cast by the trees
and early light and orange glowing up from the white ground
i have heard the birds
i have examined all types of puppy poo, why not if indeed you
must pick it up anyway..
carrot is hard to digest, and coloured foil passes right through
i have taken naps and asked for flora the cats forgivness,
which see gave willingly after a bite and a scratch..
i have notice she has odd scabs, that i enjoy picking
but she doesn't
i have watched my daughter grow bigger
and my husband shrink a little
and i have asked his apolgy for upsetting the harmony
with our new puppy son, brother, friend
i have meet dogs with names like jerry, after seinfeld, and
hubble after the telescope
i have experience cold wind and a muddy coat
i have missed classes and stayed in sleepy
i have postponed working for dazing
watching the puppy try to eat sunshine
and laying in a sunbeam myself
i have been on time, to pick up my daughter from school each day
and each morning i have arrived a little early,
i have meet numerous strangers and have had more doggie
conversations than i can count, and seen more smiles than
i new where possible in below below 0 weather
i made a few doodles
wrote words,
cut up magazines,
made valentines,
washed a few clothes
made a few mediocre meals.
found a new restaurant
enjoyed the smell of little india
participated in the puppet club for kids
in which i have been the narrator
watched a little tv.
re-love malcolm in the middle
watched the hilarious larry david
(who knows how to idle) in a set
of dvds from a show i can't recall the name of
discoved a new store that i like
did a couple of illustrations
early in the month
endured my jays bad back,
it was sore
recieved a nasty note from my neighbours
who are dog haters...thats a whole species
Yessh!
disabled my answering service
and disabled my answering machine
changed my address for the ocad magazine
thought about love, peace, family,
had extraordinary dreams starring matt damon
a pool and oprah
watched my pants grow snug
thought about the coming of spring
had nice passing words with the crossing guard
ate more salads
and more pizzas
and more chocolate
drank less black tea
and more green tea
watched my hair become longer and unruly
sat at the kitchen table
enjoyed tv satellite jazz
and cbc radio one
realised my daughter is often listening carefully
and happened to surmise after a snow warning on the
radio followed by a story about abduction
that the snow could cause you to disappear...
straightened that out
talked
and
listened
watched
and
heard
visited goodwill often
bought pants, plaid
books, novels, and the one about idleness
and a few on dogs
cancelled life drawing with rhonda
went to see the beatrix potter movie with rhonda
ran into merill
bought another book on b. potter
tried to remain calm
tried to remain attentive
tried to remain awake
tried to sleep.
productivity.
i am still not sure.
but i do know,
it doesn't really matter.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
key tags
little felt sketches...some may still be available at Nathalie-Roze and Company,
with thankful nods to the inspiring and talented Kari
www.karibombari.com
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
portrait of the artist...
something warming about chocolate brown clothing, perhaps my association with hot chocolate, the only part of ice skating i can do!
every sunday afternoon my mum would say
"why don't you go skating at the arena"
which was next door practically..
"okay"
in my mind i thought this was the only way to get better
the arena was packed with loud music and everybody
swiftly skating
i hugged the boards
creeping along terrified of falling down
i hated the feeling of not being able to securely stand
(for goodness sake it took me until I was 16 months to be able to walk when I was a baby, same problem fear of falling down ..i am sure)
this was after painstakingly doing up ones skates tight enough..it was totally awful, sorry to be down on the romance of ice skating...but it was..
but in the arena, there was a machine that for just coins would give you very unique tasting chicken soup and hot chocolate, inevitably i would circle around the rink clinging to the boards once, seeing people i knew, trying not to be too embarrased when the younger kids whizzed by me, wiped out and laughed. cringe
i sat in the seats watching the fun, outside, sidelined and sipped my beverage until skating was over, sometimes walking around the perifery, enjoying watching the zamboni clear the ice and the kiosk that sharpened skates...
no sunday shopping back then, no ability to leave the neighbourhood
it was good to finally discover i rode the public transit system really well, i found other urban non ice skaters
we would sit in kensington market
listening to reggae music, keeping the beat with ginger beer
summer and winter...
but that is another story...
Monday, February 05, 2007
love knot
i sew around paper hearts
thing of green things
fresh twigs
and rays of sun
you are in a cocophany of noise
mr. arrington, mr. arrington
and i send you psychic love notes
that the puppy hasn't yet chewed
just when you attain a good stretch
i notice the need for a further stretch occurs
i have hot chocolate in the cupboard
and a daughter in the school up the road
i have a brother,
a sister
a mother
this is my family
and my husband jay of course
to day is monday
and i am left to my own devices
playing with a box of watercolour crayons
and sewing thread, and love hearts
i turn on the television while eatting the orange sun
and hear bits of words and images of famous people
and then i turn them all off
and see that the walls talk
if you listen closely
and the paint that is peeling in the bathroom
is really a portal to another world
these are thoughts i think
when left to my own devices
with balls of string
and a kitty in her basement apartment named flora
sweet
full
underneath the cracks in the sidewalk
the icy bits and pieces of outside
the red checks that leave their mark
under ground
inside
warmth
hearts
veins
pus
and stuff that makes me stop
and
go
Sunday, February 04, 2007
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February the 10th at Good Catch in Parkdale is a Sweet little craft show. Please come!!
To find out more please log onto www.goodcatch.ca
Cheerio,
Kim
