Author Archives: Jean Tuttle
Below is the tribute I posted for Charlotte on Facebook, exactly one year ago, when our dear girl passed. At the time, I couldn’t bring myself to announce her death on this blog. But I’m quite sure she’d want her story told … Continue reading
In solidarity with and appreciation of all those who marched yesterday, across the U.S. and across the globe. And here’s to the army of knitters who made pink pussy hats, not only for themselves but for complete strangers, to make a … Continue reading
Our beautiful girl in the patio this afternoon. Waiting, waiting…but no takers, alas. Just teasing, y’all. Rest assured, Charlotte only gets to go outside under strict supervision. We have a zero tolerance policy in place regarding nailing chippies, whom we … Continue reading
It’s just after 8 AM here, and 2 degrees. My studio is warm & cozy though, and Flora Mouse is here, keeping me company. Thinking ahead to January, its flower (carnation) and to good things in the coming year. Hopefully … Continue reading
Or, how to disguise the fact that you are giving family members cash/gift certificates for the holidays. (Actually, these are being given out by my dad, but he asked if I wouldn’t mind “dressing them up a bit.” Sure thing, … Continue reading
Charlotte loves Dr. Kirkwood and the other vets and staff at Barrington Animal Hospital…just wishes they could all meet up for lunch sometime, instead, off premises. 10 AM appointment today to check up on our girl. She’s got some chronic … Continue reading
A Christmas wish for my Tulsa friend Martha — and real-life BHS buddy from a long time back — a few of her favorite things, with best regards!
For a Facebook friend who likes mushrooms, big snowflakes and cello music. Happy Holidays, Lisa!
Inspired by an email exchange today with my BFF, who observed that I was likely mired in seasonal elf-work. Prompting me to reflect that the reason elves wear those pointy little shoes is so that they can’t run screaming into … Continue reading
Halloween’s over. It’s freezing outside. ’Tis the season…I guess!