Month: November 2014

To Sit Still and Read

by Ruby Bisson I spent a lot of my childhood long past my bedtime curled up in a soft bed, hidden under warm dolphin-print covers, a small torch in my mouth to help me see my book. Most likely it was Roald Dahl’s Matilda (which I read at least 14 times) or the adventures of Julian, Dick, Anne, George and little Timmy in Enid Blyton’s Famous Five series. Dad would come creeping down the hall and I would be so engrossed in my book that I wouldn’t hear him approaching. He’d peak into my room and linger there for a while waiting for me to feel his presence at the end of my bed. I’d fold my page and click off my torch, sometimes he’d take the book from me so I couldn’t sneak a second read. It was a struggle for my parents to tear me away from the characters I had fallen in love with. But this was before the age of wifi and mobile phones.

Made From Leather: necklaces, handles and tassels

by Christina Sunario I have always been a keen admirer of leather. Every time I see leather bags, shoes, wallets and accessories, I just can’t help myself! I love the fact that leather products last longer, I love the durability and the timeless style. Recently I had a bit of fun with a few DIY projects that involve this super material, feel free to have a look! Leather handles and hooks| This was a small project I worked on with my husband, we designed leather handles for our kitchen joinery. There aren’t many things you can do while you are  renting, but lease limitations have encouraged us to think outside the box!

Book Club: Of Mice and Men, It’s Dinnertime

by Gráinne Regan I’m a reader. Always have been, always will be. I have my preferences in terms of reading material, however I try not to pigeon hole myself. Broadly speaking, my bookshelf is made up of two types of books: the easy readers and the classics, with the occasional tome falling into both self appointed categories (I’m looking at you, The Kite Runner). I look at the easy readers as the light and tasty snacks in between meals. They are generally modern books, written in a readily digestible manner which I gorge upon greedily but which ultimately leave few memories. Then you have the classics, the hearty meals that leave a marked impression- three course dinner style. These are generally the books that make it onto the lifetime reads lists, the stories which have been read and shared by multiple generations. They are often overflowing with beautiful language, language I like to take my time over, to truly appreciate. These stories are filled with honest and thought provoking sentiments which remain long after the last page has been turned. …

We Gather

by Erin Rose I leave tomorrow morning for Minneapolis. This one wasn’t planned. They never are. Why does it feel we are always gathering together for funerals? I request someone get married or birth a child, give us a different reason to gather. But, nevertheless, we gather. All the women will wear scarfs and pearls because we will hear Joanne whisper in our ears while we dress. I suspect we will hear her until we join her. I doubt I will ever meet another woman with as much class and elegance as my grandmother had. She set the bar high, very high, in my life; in regards of what it meant to be a lady, what it meant to be a woman, what it meant to be a person. She was tough as steel, sharp as a blade, kind as a child, smart as a scholar, and more stylish than I could ever properly appreciate. We gather because she was our leader, under her wing we were created, a legion of Mahoney’s.

Interview with a Writer| Kalyn RoseAnne | Part One

Interview by Ruby Bisson. “Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened every day and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again …