Lines of Age

On a recent trip out to Lethbridge for my cousin, Rachel's, wedding I was able to see my Grandparents for the first time in over a year. The years have been kind to them in unique ways, but it's always interesting to see how we age. I think there's an interesting beauty that comes with those lines that "pop" culture is trying to tell us are something to fear and alter at the drop of a hat.

Besides, age is only relevant to how we feel.

My grandma, Hilda Peters...

My grandpa, Peter Peters (you have to love the originality of that name).

They live in Winnipeg, MB... and have done so for all of my life anyway!

Flowers in a Box

Lisa, looking particularly relaxed on our couch on a hot Saturday afternoon. Notice the interesting piece of art on the wall above her, and my mis-shapen knee in the lower left of the picture. I was still in my pj's at the time... go figure.
Lisa, now thoroughly annoyed at my picture-taking antics, has refused to smile in this one. Still, notice the wall decor... Let me tell you a little information about that shadow box.

This piece of interior art decor was at one point something very different, having once graced the ceiling instead of the wall. When we first moved into our present abode, we were treated to some very interesting light fixtures that immediately came down to be replaced with more desirable ones.
This frame had once been part of an elaborate fluorescent light fixture that hung down from the ceiling in the kitchen. We liked the frame so much, we decided it would make an excellent "shadow box".



I painted it black, cut the backing for the box, and put the fabric onto the backing. We happened to be in the right place at the right time to purchase these silk flowers on the cheap, (and voila!) creating this interesting design with the help of our dear Scott Schlosser.