A thrift store find I simply couldn’t resist!

I’m a seeker. A forager; and a thrift store lover; and if a second-hand bookstore crosses my path? See you in a day or so. I’m also a seeker of words. So what do seekers have in common? We discover cool, beautiful, whimsical, odd, thought-provoking, hidden gem kind of stuff. I like to take it a step further. I love to write about an unexpected discovery. Those two words alone send a little shiver of delight down my spine.

Writing inspiration is always on my mind. A few days ago, I was at a local thrift store and my cart magically steered itself to the paper and craft section. Two glorious aisles of paper, scrapbooks, art supplies, glitter, and glue. Heaven. I reached in deep – as I’m a believer in never buying a new notebook (there are hundreds of them at thrift stores). When I flipped this book over? Well. There. It. Was.

Someone had even taken their felt marker to it and handed me a delicious writing prompt on a silver platter. They had grand intentions with their bold statement on the cover. But when I opened the notebook, sadly they hadn’t written a thing.

Once Upon A Dimly Lit Night…

From Kim’s Thrift Store Discovery

A few writing lessons from this:

1. Be willing to write something badly. Ernest Hemingway said it best, “All first drafts are sh*t.” (I talk about this extensively in your first issue of Scribbly.)
2. Sometimes a notebook with a grand gesture can be intimidating. Even when it’s a beat-up spiral bound number.
3. Don’t buy fancy notebooks as then you expect fancy writing to accompany them. Too much pressure! Trust me – there are zillions of fancy, lonely journals at thrift stores. Stick with the ugly ones.

Now It’s Your Turn!

There are few ways you can run with this, dear writer.

You can write about an unexpected discovery you’ve recently experienced.

Orrrrrrrrrr you can start your writing with “Once Upon A Dimly Lit Night”.

And just remember to write it badly.

So there.

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Fall is full of opportunity. We have sunny afternoons and cool mornings and evenings, making it the best of both worlds. No longer will we have that hot sun, making our skin sting like a dodgeball hit. Everything starts to set a pause button. The garden slows down, the lawns are sitting dormant and the trees whirling and swirling into their time for glory. There are cool mornings that hint at winter but we are so glad to be done with the heat of summer, we welcome them.

Fall is full of possibilities. We make plans to begin anew. Just like the children heading back to class, we set some goals for ourselves. Now we are not distracted with holidays, visiting, we can focus our time and plan head. Crisp new notebooks, sharpened pencils, bells ringing —all waiting to be put to use.

Fall is full of promise. As a farm kid in Saskatchewan, harvest was THE event of the year. Is there anything better than riding in the truck on a warm afternoon, eating a juicy peach, and waiting for the signal from the combine to pick up the next load? Toasted tomato sandwiches, pears that ripened in the middle of the night, juicy peaches from that faraway land of BC. It is all a promise of good things to come.

Patricia Coulter, Canada

“The thing about creativity is that people are going to laugh at it.  Get over it.”
                                                                                        -Twyla Tharp

I love this quote because I believe everyone is creative and has a deep need to be so. Yet many of us won’t express ourselves through the arts because we are afraid people will mock or belittle our efforts.

My hope is that we come to the realization that perceived perfection in art, in creativity, matters not a whit. If you are creating for yourself, what society may think of your work is of no concern.

Eira Braun-Labossiere, Canada

Muffins are the substance of life.

Round and wrapped fresh out of the oven, hot, moist, burn your tongue kind of sweetness, full of chocolate chips melted into a moist cake like surrounding, and a crusty top I eat first. Shards of sugar adorn the top giving an extra boost of sweetness. The homemade fragrance coming out of a hot oven is intoxicating. Peeling off the wrapper comes easy and in seconds the first muffin is gone. I show no favoritism – as a drive-thru muffin gives me great delight! Muffin obsession in motion.

Sandy Pirdy, USA

A bright red overcoat with a ruffled petticoat for the stem obviously means this toadstool is a powerful woman with ladylike class. She confidently stands out among the stretching green grass and scattered brown leaves.

She is delicate in her detailed and dainty stock that so strongly supports a balloon of protection for all who gather beneath. She guards from the sun and shields against the rain, but be mindful! She could topple over at a moment’s notice from the slightest bump.

She is vibrant enough to stand out in a crowd while seemingly insignificant to the unappreciative eye. She is a toadstool; the essence of every lady.

Erica Thomas, USA

Dear Forest,
I saw you greet the morning sun as she wrapped you in her warm embrace.
I heard your whispers with the breeze. Secrets held in confidence.
I watched you dance with the wind to music never composed.
I inhaled your essence soft and ever changing.
I admired your reflection echo within tranquil waters.
I felt the silence of darkness kissing you goodnight.
I dreamt in your stillness beneath the watchful stars.
Enchanting was the coat of white you wore when winter came to call.
Your gifts, like my gratitude, are infinite.

Stacy Thornbrugh, USA

I like to write with pencil. Just like pens there are different pencils for different jobs. Wood cased (the kind that require a sharpener), Midori, Mitsubushi. As well as my trusty Pentel Twist Erase lll. (Current favorite lead is a smooth, dark 2B made by Fabre Castell.)

Pencils don’t “hitch” like a pen will. My hand doesn’t get fatigued and my arm doesn’t ache when using a pencil for a long period of time. It’s not about the ability to erase (which I don’t do anyway), but the feel of a smooth writing pencil on paper.

I feel like I could write forever.

Bonnie Conwell, USA

Oh my goodness, what a majestic and noisy creature! Your sleek, blue-black, shiny feathers remind me of a photo I once saw of Elvis Presley’s slicked back hair. I see by your shifty eyes and quick movements you are an adventurer, explorer and seeker of treasures.

Surely if you could talk, you would brag like a sailor boasting about the treasures you have stowed away in some secret hideaway in the forest. Of course, in your bird brain they are worth more than a chest of gold.

Shoooo….fly away and when you return, perch for awhile and share with me stories of your travels and why you were gone so long. 

Cindy Meier, USA