Kelly Waterhouse

That headline is false. Nobody involved was turned on. 

It’s fair to say that I enjoyed the 188th Fergus Fall Fair last weekend. Well done, everyone.

I knew summer was over before it was over, kind of like how I knew that college boyfriend relationship was over before the end of first term, but with more dread and less drama. Good things come to an end to make way for better things.

They don’t tell you this about marriage, but trust me when I say, a little rivalry is a good thing. 

My one and only vacation of the year is happening while you’re reading this. I’ve earned it. I plan to enjoy it, quietly. I’m eager to turn my phone off. Power down. Spirit up. Recharge. 

It’s official: I’ve exhausted myself from entirely too much local festival and event fun these past few months.

Congratulations to the staff, board of directors and volunteers of the Fergus Scottish Festival and Highland Games on another awesome event. Eighty years is a community feat. Thanks for letting me join in this year. I had a great volunteer experience.

I am not Scottish (apologies, naturally) and I’m not sure I can identify as a lass any longer either, but this weekend I will be among the masses celebrating the 80th anniversary of the Fergus Scottish Festival and Highland Games. Proudly so.

I don’t know what the rest of you do when you get home from work, but the very first thing I do is remove my work wear and slip into something frumpy.

I am not saying my husband, the Carpenter, isn’t observant, but if I were to suddenly have a third eye appear in the centre of my forehead, with gaudy blue eyeshadow and one giant fake eyelash blinking directly at him, he still wouldn’t notice something was amiss.

Since I was a little girl, with a generous mother and grandmother who shared their love of live theatre, I cherish experiences that allow me to reconnect with that sense of wonder and inspiration

They say in life you will come across people who are put in your path to teach you something about yourself. 

Welcome to the sexiest month of the entire calendar year. Yes, that’s right, July has that distinction. Why? Because I said so, silly. Look it up. Surely, somewhere on the internet this can be verified, because everything on the internet is true. Or, you can just believe me because I cannot lie. I

Though my maiden name is linked to a famous accounting firm and an international financial institution, I did not inherit the financial smarts nor the financial rewards associated with the name.

It goes without saying that Mother Nature has been cranky this spring, but it only goes to prove that my instincts as a newbie gardener were deeply rooted in faith.