Oh Fun!

A friend saw yesterday’s post and sent me this via FB – 
Now isn’t that a hoot and so much fun and so true and are you loving it as much as I am? I posted it to IG and got lots of “hearts”.  Thank you again, David.

Three or so years ago we had our kitchen and one of our bathrooms renovated. The bathroom is supposed to be the master bath but let’s not let the description interfere with the reality – which is – the bathroom is a joke – yes it is part of the master bedroom but it consists of a nook, 29 inches wide where the sink is and then a tiny room with a door that has a commode and a bathtub. You cannot get into that room and turn around to close the door without finding yourself outside the room.  (The hall bathroom is also tiny with a stall shower that is smaller than a coffin – I measured – but at least everything is in one space.)

So we had the tub taken out and a walk-in shower put in – the shower is 5 feet x 2 feet 4 inches – so you don’t really have a lot of elbow room and indeed my husband’s elbows did bang into the glass doors. And there’s the rub. We did not even think twice about having glass doors, given the size of the space they had to be sliding glass doors, and my husband picked out these fancy (read: expensive) doors. Over time the foolishness of that sunk in – deep.

After my husband’s fractured femur and the consequent exacerbation of his already poor balance issues, those damn doors became a real danger. Did you know that frameless glass shower doors have a propensity to shattering for no damn reason at all? Just because they want to, it seems. My husband became anxious about the doors shattering; about losing his balance. Let’s not even discuss trying to keep it clean.

Yesterday we had the fancy-schmancy shower doors removed – Hallelujah. I decided on a new color scheme – black and white (yes, I know the walls are painted yellow but I’m not repainting the bathroom, just switching out accessories.) I bought a matte black tension rod, matching shower hooks, clear shower curtain, black towels and black bath rugs – Son-of-a gun but doesn’t that bathroom look a bit bigger and brighter and airier!

If I ever have to reno a bathroom you can betcha bippy it will be black and white. Here’s the fun part – I basically dislike black and white home decor – black is too, well, black and white is too stark – both colors make me unhappy but a black and white bathroom – dang, skippy that is so cool!


Are there any images that always catch your attention and evoke an emotional response? Is there an animal that always “speaks” to you? Is there a feeling that seems an integral part of you?

I’ve just become aware that as I scroll through Instagram I am drawn to illustrations like the ones in children’s books – anthropomorphic depictions of animals – oh, like Beatrix Potter style. I also realize that illustrations of foxes – like these – produce a smile and a warm feeling, a connection if you will.

I’ve never much thought about foxes but it turns out, scrolling through my pictures files, I’ve been collecting such images for some time. I don’t know this means but I’m sure it means something because I believe that what we are drawn to, especially consistently over time, has meaning.

The feeling that I can fly has been with me for as long as I remember. When I was a kid I used to sit in the attic window, with my feet dangling outside and think – “If I jump will I fly?” I get up high and the urge to jump, and fly overwhelms me. (The thought of jumping and going splat scares the shit out of me – man, that is gonna hurt!)

Wings – the image of wings, the sound of wings – amongst my earliest memories. Wings show up in my dreams – just wings. Not attached to anything, or anyone, for that matter. And then, when I was in my early 20’s representations of butterflies became an obsession. I had butterfly jewelry, clothes with butterfly prints but never actual butterflies. Somehow, for some reason, at that time in my life butterflies ‘spoke’ to me.

Crows – oh, my beloved crows. I like birds, they’re pretty but crows – oh my, they are more than pretty, they are magic. They are the most fabulous of all flying things.

But foxes? Where do foxes come in? Yes, I looked up the symbolism of foxes, it is very contradictory and quite frankly I’ve never connected with the whole spirit animal system.

Wings, flying – that’s been a constant in my life. Crows have been a constant in my life. Butterflies have not. And I have no memory of foxes being an important image to me – except for recently. Two years ago when I was creating my Christmas cards I had an image in my head that I tried to replicate – a Winter woodland with a red fox curled up asleep – that image just brings me such peace .

I couldn’t find the exact image I saw in my mind’s eye so I created it with a bit of photo editing jiggery-pokery –

I love that image, it brings me peace, I look at it and feel “Ahhh…”


I finally invested in a real microphone, haven’t quite mastered how near or far I should have it but at least the echo is gone. I have played it back and you can hear my intake of breath and my sniffs – oh well. It’s just me rambling on, you can set it to play and then go do something more entertaining or productive – or you can just skip the whole thing. I just needed to hear the sound of my own voice (and I hate to type and for some reason the ‘B’ on my new keyboard sticks – such a PITA)

Not a bit personal

Worked to death, inspired by this song, the lyrics, not the video, tho the video is rather atmospheric.

I made the graphic to fit the poem. I had one line of the poem and I based the graphic on that.

One song, one line, one graphic – none of this is personal to me.

Coming Undone

Day mutates to night
Night flickers and dims
Transparent, time shimmers.

Reality jitters and jumps
Neon halos convulse
Perception shudders and sighs.

Alone and undone.

© Grace St. Clair 2021