Lessons learned, plans to re/make, and the most important thing is all ‘wrapped up’.

Mum always taught us to say thank you, and I’m sorry when appropriate. In our little family I’m the birthday rememberer, the gift wrapper, and the note writer as those things matter to me deeply. At least, I thought that I was until yesterday morning.

Our youngest came down stairs yesterday morning asking for “a bag you can’t see through”. Now I was in the middle of making lunches so I only had a Ziplock bag to offer him which, he declined and left the room.

A half hour or so later when we were at the door grabbing last minute hats and putting on boots I looked over to the stairs and saw a little package. It looked like this:

When I asked what it was, he replied “it’s for my friend”. The ‘package’ was one of our paper napkins (with a nice pin-stripe patterns on it) folded over the back  – as neatly as a six year old can – with plastic bag-clip holding a note to the outside, written in yellow highlighter – which read, simply, “sorry” in his very newly acquired block printing style.

Turns out that why he had been asking for the “bag you can’t see through” was that he wanted to return two Pokemon cards to a friend at school because they’d traded and he felt that he’d had them for too long..

Experts are always claiming that the best way to teach is to lead by example, and this sweet little boy proved this morning that it couldn’t be more true – or meaningful..


I am knitting a new GAG banner, this one much smaller then the first, and this one is designed to play off of the idea of ‘women’s frilly nature’. It’s so fun! (I got the wacky yarn when I  was in Toronto for the Feminist Art Conference in January. Brilliant!)


Someone else knitting images into their work, but this is knitting about knitting – look closely!

Titled:Wartime Knitting Circle, 2007.
Artist: Sabrina Gschwandtner
Acrylic, cotton, wood, various knitting notions,
Dimensions variable

Women war workers make knitted woolen jackets 
to cover the glass flasks of number 74 grenades (commonly known as “sticky bombs”) at a factory workshop in Britain, 1943. The women, including Mrs B. Colman (nearest to the camera) and Miss H. Brearley (center), fasten the jackets by means of a drawstring around the neck of the flask. 
The woolen jackets will soon be coated with adhesive to 
enable them to stick to their target before detonation.



And, I am trying today not to “cry over spilt yogurt” as I deal with the news that I will not be defending my PhD before the end of the term… SO. I am going to throw myself into the work of finishing this beautiful bunting for The GAG’s Trans4fer554 fundraiser scheduled for May 9th – and not cry over the “mess” of my planning otherwise! (*wink*)

I had a fantastic meeting today with Alex, the summer student social media person at Clinic 554. He is wonderful, knowledgable and full of ideas and energy. He will be helping me spread the word about our event on the 9th. I am really so grateful to be making such king and caring new friends and acquaintances as a direct result of my PhD research.

Hope to see you at the event if you are in Fredericton next month!

Published by Danielle Hogan

Visual artist, writer, curator, educator

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