Laughter is the best medicine.
Just ask Penelope.
She dressed Snowie in a tutu…poor doggie.
And found the result hilarious–in a tears draining from eyes, giggle-fit kind of way.
Our hope today…that you would see the world through the eyes of a child and find happiness and laughter in your day.
Halloween has come and gone – even if the candy is still sticking around!
When thinking about the feel of the world Penelope inhabits, my mind often changes, based on the type of thing Penelope might be up to, or how I imagine it might look or feel to her and her friends …
Halloween is ghostly. It’s a bit magical. The streets are transformed, from safe and predictable, to spooky and unpredictable.
Inverted, one might even say …
Here, the kids stand, bathed in the glow of another open doorway. Or maybe the glow is reflected off the treasure they’ve come to collect? The kids themselves are re-made, their identities fluid and ephemeral, like the drawings they spent so much time sketching out weeks earlier as they eagerly anticipated and planned their Halloween alter-ego adventures …
Penelope peered at her friends through the crackling flames with a mischievous grin. “Once upon a time,” she lowered her voice, “there was a dark, dark forest.”
Gripping the hands of her chair, Eloise’s eyes widened with fear and anticipation.
“And inside the forest,” Penelope spread her arms wide, “there was a dark…,” she paused for effect, “dark tree.”
Above their heads, a large maple swayed, its limbs black next to the starlit sky.
“You can’t scare me!” scoffed Junjie.
She leaned closer. “And in the tree, was a dark,” she lingered on the word, “dark nest.”
“Ohh!” Eloise covered her mouth with a trembling hand.
Overhead, a branch creaked.
Junjie’s eyes shot toward the sound. “Nothing but a bird, I bet.”
“And in that nest,” Penelope’s words barely rose above a whisper, “there was a dark, dark….” Her body tensed.
Eloise and Junjie hung on her every word.
The pounding waves filled their silence.
Junjie almost fell out of his chair.
Penelope giggled. “Gotcha!”
Their laughter carried across their campsite.
“My turn,” said Eloise.
“Once upon a time….”
You know that moment when everything stands still…
when only the waves whisper alongside the gentle murmur of the evening breeze…
and the stars glimmer in the dark as the sun sets on the painted horizon?
These things I love about camping.
Penelope Bloom is doing what I love to do.
Standing in silence, she takes it all in.
It’s amazing how the majesty of nature can calm the energy of a child. In this moment, Penelope remembers all of the fun she had playing during her busy day. She wonders on how such a busy place could now be so peaceful. Contemplating it all, she stores it up as a treasured memory.
The winter Olympics are over now, but boy were they fun to watch when they were happening!
The athletes of every nation are so inspiring, they make me want to try many of the amazing things they are able to do … (this year I decided I might want to try hockey … lol).
Near the end of the 2014 Olympic games in Sochi, Janna and I wondered what Penelope and her friends might be doing in response to the inspirational athletics they were watching. We decided that they would most likely join in, with great imagination and enthusiasm, and that it might look a little like this …
Dream big dreams! These three sure do!
I never know when I’m going to get an idea that I need to remember … which is why I like to take my sketchbook everywhere I go.
Sometimes, however, I forget to bring it along. That’s when it’s time to get creative. Thankfully, most places will have something to write on, even if it is just a serviette.
Just a little while ago, I was out for lunch with some friends. If you’ve ever been to Montana’s, then you know how it is: a whole table covered in fresh kraft paper to doodle on!
So here is a little idea brought to life with a purple crayon on the table covering at a Montana’s somewhere in southern Ontario.
It’s not perfect, but it’s the start of something cute …