tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post5522182105794227907..comments2024-01-02T02:32:33.534-05:00Comments on The Magpie's Fancy: Secret HideoutsGigi Thibodeauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-61571328572177250612009-06-30T19:43:59.837-04:002009-06-30T19:43:59.837-04:00What a magical place you are creating--a girl afte...What a magical place you are creating--a girl after my own heart!Gigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-29580404570939483102009-06-30T18:15:16.393-04:002009-06-30T18:15:16.393-04:00More than anything, that is what Oak Hill Lodge is...More than anything, that is what Oak Hill Lodge is all about. So far besides the big Lodge which has given me a long, slow opportunity to sort through the possessions obtained over a 35 year marriage during which we lived in the same 13 room house; we have built Acorn Cottage (a magical Victorian space), Nutshell (a playhouse-work-in-progress) Oak Hill Nursery (a tiny greenhouse for my attempt at seedling nurture). Each dwelling is decked out in things I have collected through the years which are dear to me. What fun to touch each item and find a perfect place for it to rest.Oak Hill Princesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10913017711470980822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-21414900502135299622009-06-24T01:15:07.909-04:002009-06-24T01:15:07.909-04:00Christina, I loved reading by flashlight under the...Christina, I loved reading by flashlight under the blankets, too. What a beautiful image of your grandmother hanging the scarf. I still do this sometimes myself! And yes, I do teach creative writing and literature to college students. Children's Lit is one of the classes I teach, so I have the great joy of introducing them to some pretty amazing books. The Secret Garden is always one of my favorites!Gigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-10041213673617925542009-06-23T19:36:18.174-04:002009-06-23T19:36:18.174-04:00This is so beautiful! I used to hang blankets and ...This is so beautiful! I used to hang blankets and read with a flash light. It used to be my beautiful safe haven. Once my grandmother came in my tiny room and hung an old colorful scarf, near my lamp. It was so beautiful. <br />Do you teach? <br />I need to put the secret garden on my list as a re-read. So lovely. <br />xochristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15541888793748453425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-34985766222225653742009-06-23T13:09:34.101-04:002009-06-23T13:09:34.101-04:00Gretchen, I love your description of the cabin whe...Gretchen, I love your description of the cabin where you live! It sounds perfect to me. Talk about enchanting . . .Gigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-82839724130014763612009-06-23T12:18:07.077-04:002009-06-23T12:18:07.077-04:00I feel like the place I am living in now is a fort...I feel like the place I am living in now is a fort/tree house...(Ia tiny log cabin, surrounded by trees, with a stream below.) I tried to keep it simple and bring in only things that I deemed useful and believed to be beautiful-- or things that could have been pulled up on a rope into a tree house. (I used an old suitcase for a table for the first couple of years I lived here!). Alas, magic gives way to the practical...<br />Love your childhood recollections. Sounds like you had a proper enchanting one!Gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03905664184623062550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-86178576921386539042009-06-22T15:58:12.494-04:002009-06-22T15:58:12.494-04:00oooohhh, this is gorgeous. i will come back later ...oooohhh, this is gorgeous. i will come back later and tell. im on break. lol ; )<br />xochristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15541888793748453425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-1633116331559102742009-06-19T14:21:34.817-04:002009-06-19T14:21:34.817-04:00What beautiful thoughts, prairiegirl! It's in...What beautiful thoughts, prairiegirl! It's interesting how we need closed, hidden spaces some days while others we crave the wide open prairie and big, big skies. Thank you so much for visiting!Gigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-74022898610324563282009-06-19T13:59:18.676-04:002009-06-19T13:59:18.676-04:00oh my ... do you believe that every day holds a gi...oh my ... do you believe that every day holds a gift? today, i am most grateful for your comments on my blog and the gift of finding your blog which is completely charming, inspiring and intriguing!<br />i have always held the woods as my place of peace and enchantment ... i could just sit and gaze into the greens and browns watching the sun dance on leaves ... listening to the creatures stirring about... <br />some days, it's the pasture on the hill that pulls me ... wide open skies ... prairie winds ... it is all so precious and magical ... thank you and blessing to you gigi ~<br />prairiegirlPrairie Girl Studiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13292202443709268131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-1934480174448254072009-06-19T12:50:25.194-04:002009-06-19T12:50:25.194-04:00Yes! Me, too! I think that's why I keep a s...Yes! Me, too! I think that's why I keep a small milk jar of clay marbles on my desk. It helps bring me right back to that place. See, this is why we're pals.<br />-xoGigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-85642288512820132362009-06-19T12:43:30.792-04:002009-06-19T12:43:30.792-04:00I'm convinced that everything I paint is about...I'm convinced that everything I paint is about getting back to my own childhood hideout: the swampy woods that surrounded my house. Every creaking tree was a witch's cackle, and the foundations of long lost houses held numerous treasures in the form of bottles, marbles, and ancient spice tins. I can't help but feel that the experience of having my own little kingdom provided me with all the creative juice I have.Nancy Nichols-Pethickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14589276139688289009noreply@blogger.com