13 Canadian Cottage: February 2012

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Roses and Zombies

It's a little hard to imagine these two words combine together,

but let me explain how they came together.

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I have always been a girly girl.

I love lace, tea cups, bouquets of flowers, high heels, pretty dresses and gardens.

But I just love camping.

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It's a leather and lace way of life.

A love affair with Royal Albert fine china and Coleman thermal sleeping bags.

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I love nothing than whiling away my days in the rugged great outdoors.

Cozy Canadian Cottage - Niagara escarpment

Now understand, I love being a lady with all the benefits that come with being a lady.

But I can equally sleep under the stars, cook my meals over an open fire,

canoe down a beautiful, peaceful river.

Most summer nights you can find me sitting around a bonfire talking ghosts stories,

the wonders of the universe and great camping tales.

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How does Zombies come into this scenario?

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I just LOVE, LOVE the TV show, The Walking Dead.

I think the real reason I watch it every Sunday evening

is because, in a round-about way, they are camping.

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The world as they know it has ended and they are basically living off the land,

while they combat Zombies.

Myself, I could do without the Zombie thing while I camp.

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One of my very favourite characters is Dale,

In the show he owns and lives in an RV.

An old, early 70's Winnebago.

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As far back as I can remember I have always wanted an RV.

Not just any RV, I want a vintage baby!

Often, I will look in Kijiji or Craigslist and see what is up for sale.

Dreaming, someday I will have a vintage motor home of my own.

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This beauty has been on Kijiji for a while. It has my name written all over it!

Someday I will round up the $5000, decorate it in vintage Coca-Cola red and white and hit the road.

Let me know when I am in your neck of the woods and we can all hit the road together in our vintage RV's.

We will call our group - The Road Sisters......how does that sound??

For now however, I am saving my pennies, nickles and dimes!!

So there you have it, camping Diane,

learning how to survive a Zombie apocalypse,

all the while enjoying freshly cut, beautifully scented flowers!

Diane

The Road Sisters

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I will be joining these parties

Wow Us Wednesday at Savvy Southern Style

Monday, February 27, 2012

Tartan Love

When I think of tartan,

I think Scottish Highland, Ralph Lauren, little Scottish terrier dogs, Irish sea cliffs and home decor.

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Feudal lords and ladies, living in far away castles.

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Killyleagh Castle, Ireland

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Quiet Scottish countryside, maybe a loch monster or two.

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Antiques, quaint shops and strong Irish coffee.

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Tartan in the home.

Encore Decor

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House Beautiful

Hoscot House

The Adventures of a Tartan Scot

Rue and San Francisco Chronicles

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Dine on it.

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Tartan here and there.

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Helen Bonham Carter receiving her CBE from the Queen

Must not forget Braveheart!

Tartan love.

Diane

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I will be joining these linky parties

Show Off Your Cottage Monday at The house in the roses

Blue Monday at Smiling Sally
Met Monday at Between Naps on the Porch
Nifty Thrifty Tuesday at Coastal Charm

I will be also joining the Tartan Parade party over at The Polohouse

Sunday, February 26, 2012

A father's daughter

A boy named Sue.....

Sunday morning coming down....

Johnny Cash

Every time I hear music from Johnny Cash, I think of my father.

My sweet dad died May 31, 1973.

In the icy waters of the most northern point of the Northwest Territories, not far from Greenland.

My father's life ended tragically, he was 36. I was 10.

I could literally feel my heart breaking.

My father was on a one year contact as a cooking chef for a company that services remote work stations in the Territories.

One night as they were flying from station to station, the intoxicated helicopter pilot lost his bearings, flew into an early spring snow storm, and the helicopter violently crashed into solid ice terrain.

There were four men in that helicopter, all perished.

My father died at the hands of an intoxicated driver.

Why the Johnny Cash reference.

As a little girl, I remember my dad listening to Johnny signing away about Sunday mornings coming down, and a boy named Sue. And because he loved those songs, so did I.

I followed my father around like a shadow. Always trailing after him.

Asking all kinds of questions, and he would answer every single one.

I would sit in the passenger seat beside him in his pickup truck, and listen intensively as he taught me the roles of the road and how to be a good driver. I am 10, four feet tall, pig-tails in my hair.

Of course, I never go behind the wheel, but I was convinced I could easily drive a car if the occasion should every arise!