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I thought I’d take a look around..

Some of the news that has nothing to do with:
Autumn, (you have no idea how difficult it is to pass this by), Political stupidity, or Death and Destruction.

Yes there is a lot of all that going on. But we need a change. A brief respite:

YE Never thought I would every write a thing about this fellow but I must say his latest stunt for attention is out there even for him. Kanye West was at a fashion show and wore a shirt with an image of Pope John Paul 11 on the front and on the back the words WHITE LIVES MATTER. Well, if that didn’t put the fox in with the hens. I happen to believe ALL LIVES MATTER, but I guess the words used by West, are the same used by the Klu Klu Klan and others of that ilk. He also dressed several of his black models on the runway in those shirts.

Loretta Lynn has died peacefully at 90. Quite an amazing life from a true Coal Miner’s Daughter. The movie Coal Miner’s Daughter with Cissy Spacek and Tommy Lee Jones is one of my favourites. TLJ actually resembled Mooney her husband.

Chess Grandmaster likely cheated more than a hundred times. Somehow with the state of the world I am not surprised. These last few years it seems decency and FairPlay was just an illusion in every arena.

FAA is going to announce a rule allowing more rest for flight attendants. So if one snuggles down in the seat next to you SHHHHHH

Bella Hadid stood in front of a live audiences at a Paris fashion show, same as Ye’s and had 2 people spray her dress on. Yup, she stood naked except for nude underwear, and 2 scientists sprayed her with a misty liquid that transformed almost instantly into a wearable material. Honest.

That one deserves a photo:

Question: this dress can be returned to liquid and sprayed on again. Bit dicey if it rains? Well, I think that is all the news I can handle tonight, so I bid you adieu from North of 43

Pulling turtle-neck over turkey-neck

Doesn’t work.

Well here I am first day back on my feet!

Took my time. Did yoga exercises for first time in ten days. Ate breakfast. Showered. Dressed. 
Happy that real autumn temps showed up today (16C/60.8F). And I felt good!

Decided to swear a long sleeved turtle-neck body suit I bought a while ago.

I happened to come across some photos of me ten years ago. When did the turkey skin arrive?

So I made a plan to buy about a hundred turtle-neck sweaters. Long sleeved. 
I was on my daily FaceTime with Scotland when I noticed a gap in the seam of a sleeve. Oh no, say I, I just took the tag off this and it has a hole in it.

We discussed the likely-hood of my mending the problem, when, oh no, this sleeve has a hole too. You’re getting the idea of how my day is going.

****it is 9:00 a.m. the next morning from this post and I see that for some reason only half appeared. I did have trouble publishing once I hit the button. But never looked to see that the full one published??? 

Here is the Rest of the Story

Then the proverbial penny dropped.

Me with proper use of the sleeves!

It reminded me of something my youngest grandson said during a recent FaceTime; Oh Ro, say I, I just noticed all my wrinkles while we’ve been talking.

Oh, grandma, says he, you always look like that. I don’t think you look any different. He says this in an innocent loving manner.

So that’s it. Again. From Bridgesburning! Enjoy your day!

Me in yet another turtle neck September 25th ‘22

What’s Trending?

Photo by Skylar Kang on

Nope not thinking of style or clothing. These days I determine the fashion of the moment and it is mostly built on comfort. Fortunately for me, a lot of the styles are comfortable and feel good on. Though most things are years old. Sort of like me,

It’s been years since I regularly went to a movie theatre, because, well you know why. The first return was a few weeks ago for Elvis. (A worthwhile trip) So a wayward thought today was to wonder what is playing and what is most popular. Not according to my judgement but according to the movie goers as a whole.

I confess I have used information from though I have never been able to figure out exactly how it works.

NOPE the movie came up as number one. There are no stars I could recognize, and the idea of something strange that might or might not be a UFO has some intrigue to it, but it was the plot description you can read in the link from Wki that persuades me to go see the movie.

THE GRAY MAN is a Netflix movie, (my fave because of comfort viewing – read into that what you will) and is a for sure because of Ryan Gosling, Chris Evans and Billy Bob Thornton, who I thought was cool when the rest of the world did not. What’s not to like? CIA secrets, bad guys…you get it. I’ve read some think this movie is Ryan Gosling’s test for the next Jame’s Bond.

DC LEAGUE OF SUPER PETS – animated. Not so much my preference

THOR – LOVE AND THUNDER – Chris Hemsley – what can I say. I won’t go to the movies for this but will watch again and again when it comes to my TV.

WHERE THE CRAWDADS SING – This is the one that caught my eye and got me even thinking about movies. This was a book I did not want to read, but was my book club’s choice. I had prepared to grit my teeth and just get through it for the discussion.

Needless to say I got hooked. On the subtlety and nuance and became part of the story. Gripped by the twists. If this movie can capture that, this will be a great movie. Though I am aware that not a lot of movies can capture the book. BTW I think the Harry Potter series did a bang up job of that

Well, that’s enough of those thoughts here from Bridgesburning on a hot Day. Keep cool if you need, keep warm for those in winter.

Preserving History – Or How I Learned to Love ‘The Big Lebowski’

Jeff Bridges The Dude
Jeff Bridges The Dude

The sixth decade in life is rather exciting for me.  It is a time when I have pretty much suspended judgement on matters previously assigned to the ‘not interested bin’, ‘it assaults my sensitivities bin’, or the ‘oh, that’s so gross bin’.

Interesting enough, this new open mindedness is a result of continued learning from, no, not higher education, but younger education.  From my children and their children, from the youngsters with the ear buds – a daintier form of ear phones – attached to whatever device that force their eyes downward in the presence of other humans. Those in their thirties and forties are a constant source of education and insight in many ways.

See, way back when, and here you can insert almost any decade in the twentieth century or even to the present day and still be in the ball park, and even though I flaunted propriety in many ways, there was one thing I would not do, and that one thing was an unbreakable rule.  Never ever force myself to sit through a movie or show where the ‘F’ word was the main supporting structure in every sentence.

Now this explains why, when the movie came out in 1998 I never saw The Big Lebowski written and directed by those famous Coen brothers, Joel and Noel who have between the two of them an impressive list of film credits as writers, directors, and producers.

My introduction to this amazing movie came when as I continued on my creative knitting streak (posted previously) I decided to make my youngest son a fisherman knit sweater, something he had long admired.  While chatting to my DIL a couple of months ago and discussing patterns, she asked if I would like to make my son his absolute dream sweater.   The Dude.

my son models his new sweater side view
my son models his new sweater side view

It doesn’t take long these days to check information so I quickly googled The Dude Sweater and so started my education.  It didn’t matter that I had not seen the movie or that one of my favorite actors starred in the film.  What mattered is that I was looking at a my next project.

The search for the pattern took a little time but finally took me to a most wonderful site which then led to the brilliant Andrea Rangel who has the greatest pattern selections for almost everythinI stayed true to Andrea Rangel’s pattern (except for enlarging the collar) using the recommended yarn which is Cascade Yarns Ecological Wool a rather expensive but well worth it yarn.

I love doing this pattern and am happy to reproduce for any who may wish to purchase it.  It is somewhat costly but if you are interested in learning the details please contact me at or visit

Back view - looks pretty good on my boy I think
Back view – looks pretty good on my boy I think

my shy son The Dude sweater
my shy son The Dude sweater

The Sheldon Board

big bang theory new season
big bang theory new season (Photo credit: Heavybm)


There are all kinds of boards; the mother board, the ironing board, the board of directors, shuffle board, leader board, but there is only one Sheldon board.


I have an addictive personality so I become enthralled, perhaps even obsessed with books, authors, movies and the odd television series.  ‘The Big Bang Theory‘ has been an addiction for sometime, and I suppose it is somewhat pathetic that when my friends and I meet we always find some part of a long conversation dwelling on the antics of Penny, Amy Farrah Fowler, Bernadette, Howard, Leonard, Raj, and of course Sheldon. And, even worse we can -well I can- quote the script with great accuracy resulting in gales of laughter, not to mention the theme song, the best ever, by the BareNaked Ladies.


Some of my favorite scenes take place in the laundry room, where amongst great wit and humor we find Sheldon folding laundry as only the iconic obsessive compulsive can, complete with a board that ensures every item comes out in exact identical specifications.


And we find ourselves saying, ‘I want a board like that.’  I remember them as an item back in the sixties or seventies, but short of contacting Chuck Lorre directly we couldn’t find a single one. Until one day.  The day.  My sister who likes to peruse Dollar Stores came across one.  I think in the end it had to cost her a fortune because she bought not just one for herself, but a dozen others for our group.  It’s not blue like Sheldon’s but it does the job.

Perfect  fold every time
Perfect fold every time

Others in this house find their laundry missing for short periods of time.  I have to do it since I do not have enough foldables to get fair use from this miracle.  By the time said missing items are rediscovered they have all been obsessively folded.  Just like Sheldon.

My sister lives in an apartment building with a laundry room and I drove her crazy each time I visited begging her to ‘let’s go to the laundry room and play Sheldon and Penny’ but she has a strong sense of propriety so she has declined. So far.



Give Me a Head with Hair, Long Beautiful Hair …or Au Naturel

When I was young I had long beautiful hair. Longer  and shinier than this pic.

My hair in my teens was a shining auburn, below my shoulders and straight as a board.  I ironed it like everyone else even though there was no need.  We rinsed our hair with vinegar and water for that extra shine.

Then something happened – call the 30’s – No not the 1930’s, MY 30’s and suddenly that little bottle of colour became part of my life.  And my hair got shorter and shorter.  So for 30 (seems to be the magical number doesn’t it?) odd years I have helped support the beauty industry by buying product.  Now it is more like this:

So as you may know I seem to be going through a catharsis in my 65th year.  Something, well everything is changing.  I no longer hang ten over the surf board of life but now look for meaning and am living more on purpose rather than by whatever winds buffet me along the road of life.  Well okay I don’t look like that anymore as menopause brought me a short few months of naturally curly hair.  Alas it did not last.

Now it is more like this:

And I have stayed pretty consistent in my color ‘Golden Blonde‘.  Now see what I did there?  That ‘cool’ look or so I thought covers up a lot including the old double or triple chin.

Why the ‘confession’?

Well I took a good look around and noticed that women my age who color their hair, in my opinion look like they have colored their hair.

See I am not sure it makes me look younger anymore.  I think it just makes me look like a woman my age trying to look younger.  I may be off base in this but I am going to go back to the 60’s ideas of natural flow no show.  So even though I have been growing that faux girlish look out, when my roots are long enough I am getting all the color cut out.  I mean my hair will grow again and if I look too awful in my natural state I can take up the bottle again but it is such a nice adventurous idea I am going to make it so.

When I do I shall if I am very very brave post a pic.  No promises on that since part of my cathartic change is to be truthful.  And realistic.  And kind at the same time.

What other changes of purpose have I done?  I will have to let you know another time.  Y’all have a great weekend!




Just What is all the Fuss with Handbags / Purses?

Purses perplex me.  I don’t mean those little portable pockets to hold change.123rf.comI mean bags, handbags or whatever other name may give them added value.  And valuable they are.  The most expensive one I found is this little treasure – Mouwads Handbag which sells for a nice 3.8 Million.

Mouawads Handbag

I am not sure what women see in handbags and here I am a woman so you think I would have been let in  on the secret.

When I did a little research I read articles that said the handbag for women really came into being as an accessory in the early 19th century.  Or maybe it was the late nineteenth century.  I must confess it really doesn’t interest me at all.

I guess it is because of my disinterest that I even wanted to blog on the subject.  I am sure there is a missing ‘girly gene’ because I just can’t get excited about handbags.  I can’t even garner up surprise or indignation that these objects can cost so much.  I did read some articles that said the handbag has existed in some form since early civilization, but again my disinterest may have caused me to read the information incorrectly.

One article started by saying that women cannot live without their purses.  It has occurred to me more than once that purses must have been an invention of early man.  That in some way it keeps women subservient.  This sure is not male bashing as I happen to adore men, but think about this.

A man strolls along moving both arms at his sides.  He is not burdened down by anything (except for those males who choose to use manbags), he is free to run, move about freely, he never has to worry about putting it down and forgetting it or having it stolen, – do you get where I am going with all this ‘free’ ‘freely’ stuff? – while the woman must occupy at least on arm with said bag.  Even if she carries a bag over her shoulder or across her chest she is burdened down.

Diane Mapes at says “Huge purses are an emotional crutch”

From the same article comes this quote, “The big purse full of stuff is not only a woman’s home away from home, it’s a reflection of the woman’s role as caretaker, says Linda Abrams of the Philadelphia-based Council for Relationships.’

I know all you purse loving women are  great people.  I have dear friends and family who love those bags and it makes them feel good to go out accessorized. I just don’t understand it.  The article link above really gets into the psychology of why women carry big bags and frankly I think it is a bunch of nonsense.  Mape does a good job of reporting but oh my there is a certain insanity to much of what some people think.

My blogging friend Kathy McCullough started my thoughts when she posted

7 Signs of Bag-Lady Chic:  A Confession in Photos.  Now there folks is a lady who has bag common sense with a great deal of style.  Now that I can get into.

I have come to the conclusion that women who carry handbags do it because a) they like it or b) it serves some useful purpose, and I will  admit some might do it because it is the style and or everyone else does it.

Do I carry?  Yes.  Sometimes.  Occassionally I will catch myself and throw the thing in the closet or the trunk of my car.  After all, I want to be as free as a man is.  Hmm seems to me women have fought That Fight in the past.


Canadian Beaver

Canadian Beaver

It seems our government is busy these days, not with serious international matters, or
threats of terrorism, or poor leadership, or unemployment or injustice but with
endless discussions on our national symbol – The Beaver.

The Beave

It’s a rather silly symbol – at least I have always thought so – but to devote time and money to discussion on whether it should be something else, in this day and age – well I cannot come up with a decent word to use in public to demonstrate
how I feel….ugh.

It, The Beaver was proclaimed a national symbol in 1975 so we cannot even blame our
early fur trading ancestors, and yes even I have made jokes about this choice.  From what I have read, Canadian Beaver was extremely lucrative and made a ton of money for the Hudson Bay Company way back when wearing fur was very fashionable and very ‘in’.  The Beaver appeared on our first stamp.

Being sick of all discussion I would like to propose a change – make it a Goose..a
Canadian Goose…it’s a prettier nicer looking animal/bird and no one has to miss
a beat in making yet another joke.

Darn good thing we Canucks have a good sense of humour.

I Swear -The Worst Movie Ever

I Swear The Worst Movie Ever

 I put little faith in movie reviews and think it is too bad when critics pan what is truly a good movie, but worse yet are the ones they rave about making me wonder who is getting payoffs AND makes me wonder when the public responds with a hellya are they just trying to fit into what is popular? I know, I know…. Personal appreciation and perception is well…personal but my head swims and my tummy does somersaults.

 Last night after a nice patio dinner out my sister-in-law and I decided to see BRIDESMAIDS. When she mentioned it I was all ‘Oh I heard such good reviews, lets go!”

 One review I read said it was, “An unexpectedly funny new comedy about women in love.”

 It has nothing to do with women in love, in fact it is about the Kristin Wiig character who is so screwed up she settles for the worst kind of lover, the booty call only, and clumsily tries to deal with the downside of her life not very well.

 We watched as the movie started, flat and boring thinking that any minute the story would start to flow, that something or somebody would connect but it never happened.

After about thirty minutes my SIL looked at me, brows furrowed, and said, “Seamus O’Reagan at CTV said it was a great movie.”

 We suffered through hoping that redemption for monies paid would miraculously appear.

Alas it never did.  The theatre never did rock with wild laughter but there was a chuckle or two at the banal scenes. Go figure.

 There was never at any moment chemistry between any of the characters.  It really did seem they were just reading their lines, no passion, and no connection as if they each said the lines alone on a stage.  Just saying words.

Mind you the writing was flat and that moment of humor that should have occurred was missed.  The timing was awful.

 The cast was wooden apparently unable to show appropriate emotion, or any emotion and the writing was equally as flat lacking any revelation of something more than a sulk. I am not sure any actor on earth could have accomplished the goal to entertain as it was written.

 Even the worst movies have a redeeming feature and in this one it was Melissa McCarthy who I had never seen before but she could well become a big star.

 If your tastes go to inappropriately used F* shots, and bridesmaids with food poisoning barfing in porcelain thrones while another defecates in a sink and another says the most horrible things about her children including profane name calling, and do not require well written wit you may enjoy it.

PS It was interesting watching other viewers.  One young guy probably about 25 was riveted in his seat; leaning forward, chin on his hands smiling to beat the band.  Another young, no older than 20 wearing minus 0 size clothes girl overheard me say it was the worst movie ever as we left, and she looked at me and said, “ You’re kidding? I thought it was so beautiful I cried.”

 Go figure.  Maybe it is an age thing.





The Real Royal Wedding


Coming Soon!
Y’all will remember The Real Royal Wedding that took place May 14, 2011 and the MOG (Mother of the Groom).
Fascinators were at a minimum probably because Princess Beatrice was unable to attend but the Royal Chef truly rocked. I have had requests for more about this culinary delight, his business and where you can find him.
So I thought I would whet your appetites by letting you know  I am in the process of setting up an interview so I can accurately portray the story and skills of this incredible man and his team.
Hopefully I will have the delicious details soon!