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We had a beautiful day today. Sophia went horse back riding and climbed into the cupboard and found a bag of acai powder, we made cards and drew with crayons, watched a little Pingu and then we walked through mid-February blustery showers and brief shows of sunlight to Cafe Bliss where chocolate abounded. Heather played her guitar and sang the Bliss Song as per new tradition: 4 o’clock singing of the Bliss Song and free chocolate for all.

Dinner was made by we three siblings, Joe made salmon, Heather made salad, I made yam fries and butternut squash = sibling radness. My soulmate made it home after being stranded in Tsawassenn by the storm = Valentine’s Day Perfection.

I hope you and yours had a sweet day filled with love today and a happy continuation of the same for the rest of the year!

All Blessings,

Katrina Rain

We wanted simple, understated curtains for our Airstream. Curtains that would make it nice and dark for sleeping and then could be neatly rolled up and out of the way during the day to let in maximum sunshine.

Here is how I made them!

Simple Panel Curtains

1. Measure all of your windows from side to side and then from top to bottom.

2. Add 1cm seam allowance for each side of each curtain, and add 6cm to the top of each curtain for your curtain rod tunnel.

Example: our back window measured 70 x 114cm. This was the size I wanted my finished curtain to be, so the pieces I cut out were 78cm (70cm + 2cm seam allowance + 6cm for curtain rod tunnel) x 116cm (114 + 2cm for seam allowance.) Measurements.

3. Because I wanted to make sure that we have dark, restful nights, I layered three different fabrics together. Navy blue for the curtain fronts, black for the backs, and an old sheet for the middle. Take your front fabric and your back fabric and spread them out good side to good side.

4. Next, take the old sheet and spread it out, layering it next to your  front/back fabrics.

5. Now measure out and mark your curtain, pinning the three layers together within the curtain parameters so that they stay together during cutting and sewing.

6. Cut out your curtain!

Cutting three layers at once.

The curtain is cut! You can’t see very well in this picture, but I have all three layers pinned together so that they stay together nicely for sewing.

7. After checking that your sewing machine settings are correct for your weight of fabric on some scraps, sew your three layers of curtain fabric together. Sew around three of the four sides using your 1cm seam allowance and leaving the top edge un-sewn.


8. You now have a big bag type thing, open at the top. Open the bag up making sure that your opening is between the front and back fabrics (rather than the between the old sheet and the front or back) and slide the bag onto the ironing board and press open the seams. This will give you a nice crisp edge to your curtain. Pressing the seams.

9. Now, turn your curtain right-side-out and re-iron all the seams making sure that everything lies nice and flat. You should have a beautiful panel of your front and back fabrics with the old sheet sandwiched in the middle. I used a chopstick to get my curtain corners nice and sharp. Re-pin so that everything stays in place for sewing.

10. Sew a top-stitch seam around the same three sides you sewed already, this time on the finished edge of the curtain to hold all three layers together nicely. Again, leave the top open.

11. Now, it is time to make your curtain ties! I used a striped fabric for my ties and I cut them 8cm x 60cm. If you are making more than one curtain, it can save time to do all your ties at once.

Ironing curtain ties.

12. Once you have your ties cut out, iron them in half width-wise so that you have a fold running the length of the tie. Then iron each edge over to meet the center fold and re-iron to end up with a tie that is 2cm wide.

13. Pin and sew along the length of each tie.

14. Now it is time to affix the ties to your curtain! I used two ties per curtain if it was a smaller one, and three for the bigger ones. The back curtain was one of the bigger ones, so you can see I used three ties.


15. Take your curtain and lay it front side down on the ironing board and then fold over and iron down your 1cm seam allowance towards the back.

16. Next, flip your curtain over so that it is laying right side up with the seam allowance tucked under. You are going to be sewing your ties in place on the front side of the curtain, close to the top edge (once you have sewn your curtain rod tunnel, the ties will end up being sewn to the back of your curtain.) Place your ties with the center of the tie just inside the top edge of the curtain and pin them down.

17. Sew on the ties!


Sewing on a tie.

18. Once your ties are sewn on, you can sew your curtain rod tunnel. Place your curtain front side down and fold over 3cm along the top. You have already pressed your seam allowance for this seam, so just make sure that is tucked under! Pin down for sewing. Your ties should be sitting along the back of the curtain rod tunnel.

19. Sew down the edge of the tunnel!

Sewing the tunnel in place.

Your amazing, simple, cozy, curtain is now finished and ready to install!


For our curtain rods we used strips of wood that measured 1cm x 2cm (hence the 6cm for the tunnel) and we cut them to just the width of the curtain so that they were not visible.

1. Cut your wood to the width of your curtain and pre-drill a hole approx. 2cm from each end.

2. Insert your curtain rod into the tunnel at the top of the curtain.

3. Screw the curtain into the wall just above the window, pulling back the fabric from the edge of the rod so that you can screw in underneath the fabric and finish with a hidden screw.

4. Roll your curtains up and tie them tidily away to let the sunshine pour in, or unroll your curtains for a good nights sleep!

Curtain up!

Curtain down!

(This is a special curtain I made for above Sophia’s bunk, with a heart and a star added to the curtain ties.)

Happy Sewing!

Summer was Grand.

I am so grateful that we were able to stay on the island, and loved every minute of it. It was short and hot rather than long and mild like many of the summers we get here on the West Coast, and September spent most of its days raining and blowing gales. We took our tent down just in time, the day after a huge wind ripped the tarp from its grommets and left our little summer house open to the wet sky.

So much happened this summer, let me sum it up with some pictures, found here! Needless to say, we are excited about returning to our wild island next spring!

We are now in full on Fall and enjoying the harvest!

Vitamin C.

Rosehip Harvester.

Hawthorn Berry Harvest. I have a new tea in my repertoire…hawthorn berry. Picked today from the field’s edge, I can taste the summer condensed into a mug of fall’s infusion. An amazing heart tonic too!

Hawthorn Berry Harvest.

Peppers at the Market.

Pumpkin at the Market.

Sweet Hugs and Carrot Harvest.

Kale Harvest. (Heather made amazing kale chips!)

Mushrooms! We didn’t harvest these ones, but chantrelles have been abundant on our menu!

Big Mushrooms!

Apple Harvest!

We are currently staying with my mom on Salt Spring Island and David has been working long hours on finishing up the Airstream for our journey South for the winter. We had hopped to be on the road by now, but as is always the case with construction projects, it is taking a lot longer than we predicted! What with all of the curves in that thing (nothing is at right angles) and David’s learning curve (this is his first solo construction project) I think it is coming along beautifully! I have been sewing pillows and curtains whenever I get the chance. I’ll try and post pictures soon!

I must admit that I am fully enjoying the extra time with family as we’ve been floating between Lasqueti, Victoria, and Salt Spring recently. Our chosen “homeless” state has really opened up lots of opportunities to bond with loved ones. You never quite “get” someone in the same way that you do when you share a roof with them! It has, honestly, taken a bit of adjustment. We are so used to knowing people at a distance, and there are very few people who know just how it is that we brush our teeth, what we look like first thing in the morning, the grand scope of all of our moods and colors through out the day, our tiny precious eccentricities,  our preferences about cleanliness, all those little private things that make up daily life as a human. It is a wonderful thing to live with people, something that brings us closer to our hearts and deepens our practice of love.

I’m off to enjoy a mug of hawthorn berry/rosehip tea with my Love David!

Blessings, Katrina.


Sitting at a desk with high-speed internet, trying to catch up with all things on-line before we head back to life in a tent. We have been on Salt Spring for almost two weeks, arriving for a wedding and staying for some good quality visiting and work time.

Life on on The Edge (an affectionate, yet appropriate, name for the land on which we are living) has taken some getting used to, finding us at the end of our first week deciding we couldn’t do it. It felt too remote, too far out there, too un-developed, too challenging. A major part of it was that despite searching high and low for an internet signal strong enough to carry our work load, we just couldn’t find one. The alternative energy system using solar panels and batteries that has been in place for a decade now also decided to call it quits a month before our move. So, with no internet and no power, even if we had wanted to stay and work out our kinks with back-woods living we couldn’t do it.

We decided to stay another week and change our Summer on Lasqueti to A Few Weeks on Lasqueti.

By the end of two weeks on the land, we had found a flow with life again. Heating water over a camp stove for dishes became routine and not a thing to muster around, emptying the poo bucket (yes, we poo in a bucket out there!) became a direct and meaningful way of dealing with one’s own s#it both figuratively and literally, bathing from a pot of hot water while standing naked under the juniper tree over-looking the sparkling ocean became a poetic, precious experience rather than a thing to be annoyed about (no more: you mean I can’t just jump in the shower!!??)

By the end of two weeks my beautiful Texan husband started to feel much more confidant about being the owner and operator of our little skiff, and started to get used to the temperamental nature of the ever changing ocean. Parking a boat on the watery surface of the sea is nothing like parking a car on the very stable surface of the road, and a skiff moored to a bouey in an often windy little bay is something that needs to be almost constantly looked out for.

By the end of two weeks Sophia was climbing rocks like an expert, sleeping longer than ever before, and standing on her own two feet. There is nothing about Lasqueti that Sophia doesn’t like.

By the end of two weeks a friendly neighbor had agreed to let us use a spare room with a desk as Juice Feasting Headquarters for the rest of the summer. David’s commute to work will be a 20 minute walk along a foot path through mossy forest.

By the end of two weeks we decided we could stay for the rest of the summer.

Now, at the end of two weeks of being away, I am eager to get back to the Edge.

This blog is probably going to be pretty quiet for awhile. I don’t know how often I’ll be making the walk to the spare room of aforementioned neighbor. I have really been enjoying living with no easily accessible internet for awhile. I love the change of pace that happens when you are plugged directly into the place where your feet touch the ground. I love how alive, how whole, how beautiful the world feels when one follows the sun, the moon, and the ocean tides.

Yes, looking forward to more weeks of that!

Until next time, here are some photos of late, and of course you can always check out our photostream for more.

We hope you are all having a beautiful summer!

With love, Katrina, David, and Sophia


Journal Excerpt. June 22, 2010.  Tuesday. Sophia’s 1st Birthday

Our second day on the island closes with me writing at dusk, in the tent with my beautiful rosy cheeked one year old daughter sleeping at my side and a chorus of mosquitoes singing their squealing song inches from my face while they dance against the bug screen window of the tent. The ocean is completely glass still, a sea lion bull croaks his deep croak, and birds twitter goodnight.

We arrived on the island yesterday morning on the 9:45 ferry after our night in French Creek. David and Ayrie woke at pre-dawn to launch the skiff and Ayrie headed off towards the island with the boat loaded with half or our possessions, leaving David and I to take the ferry with the rest of our belongings. He was there at the dock to meet us when we arrived. The skiff was re-loaded, and Ayrie set off again, this time on a much shorter trip around the point to the land, and we set off on our bikes, giddy to have arrived at last. Sophia bounced along behind me in her brand new birthday Chariot, singing little brum-brum songs and going “weeee” and “woooo.”

Birthday Flowers from Mama.

Sophia was glorious on her first birthday.

She continues to be full of adventure and is fearless about crawling off along the trail or into the woods, exploring the fallen logs, bark, branches, leaves, grasses, and twigs. She did a face plant when a log that she was aiming for turned out to be too rotten to support her weight and has the scrape on her forehead to prove it.

While we were down on the beach contemplating what to do about our boat, she clearly wanted to get into the water, and so after several attempts at diverting her attention, I just let her crawl on it. She loved it, and splashed around, crawling through the ocean water along the rocks, pink over-alls and all! I went in for a swim too, and after I was done I took her out into deeper water where I could dip her entirely in. She loved it, expressing so much excitement with her waving arms, wide eyes, and big smile. What a beautiful new experience to have on your first birthday! David suggested that I dive her, and so I did, head first, into full immersion ocean swimming. My sweet little baby, plunging head first into the sea! She came out with all limbs flapping, eyes wide, but did not cry or protest. She seemed to like the experience, and so we did it twice more, three times in all. The moment was profoundly beautiful (as was the whole day), my body naked and strong in the ocean and sunshine, my baby daughter wet from head to toe in ocean water, filled with sparkle and light, my soulmate on the beach, watching and awaiting us. The ocean, oh sacred body, oh mother ocean.

We rinsed off in the tap and then quickly crawled into bed together to nurse and warm up.

Sophia had her afternoon nap with her Dada. She ate yoghurt, grapes, and strawberries for breakfast, oranges, seaweed rice crackers, arame seaweed, and rice noodles with dulce for lunch, and grapes, raisins, quinoa and almond butter for dinner. She sang her lodilodilodi song often, and lit up my life with her smile. She started to pat her chest when we say Sophia, and point to her ears when we say ear. She inspected an arbutus tree, had a bath in a blue Rubbermaid after lunch, read stories (A your Adorable), ate a wild strawberry that I found, can say water by tapping her mouth with her hand, cuddled with her lamb and her bear, crawled long distances over rough terrain, and stood and banged on our plastic buckets.

Sophia is magnificent!

Happy Birthday little one, I love you!

Sophia’s fist wild strawberry.

Outdoor Birthday Bath.

More photos here.

Journal Excerpt. June 20, 2010. Sunday

Writing from my new home, a 12” x 7” nylon dome with huge windows to the outdoors where the fresh, wild breeze liberates the soul and cleanses the mind! Oh I am so happy to be on the adventure! We’re currently set up in between a highway and the sea, on a small patch of grass shaded by towering pines and sprinkled with white daisies. While we had hoped to be set up on the land by sunset, the wind had other ideas. It is blowing too hard to attempt the crossing from Vancouver Island over to Lasqueti in our 14 foot skiff, and so here we are, hanging out, waiting for the wind to die down.  Sophia is sleeping next to me as I write after a very busy day of travel.

Camped out, waiting for the wind to quiet down….

After bidding adeau to Salt Spring, we spent a whirlwind few days in Victoria, gathering the things needed for living in a tent and visiting with friends and family.

And finally, after what feels like weeks, if not months, of preparation we are on our way to the summer island! So much packing, scratching our heads at how it is that we still have so much stuff after working so hard at giving so much of it away, distilling more and more, packing, until we finally have a tight little package of things we absolutely need for the summer.  I feel somewhat like a pioneer with her oxen cart laden with only essentials, setting out to live on raw land. Somewhat, the sentiment may be there, but I really am nothing like my pioneer ancestors in terms of circumstance.

Still, it is fun to pretend. This is what our modern day oxen cart looked like:

While my great-grandfather rode through mile after mile of wilderness to homestead on the Peace River, I drove through miles of big box stores, offering stuff in abundance such as no other generation has ever known.  While the land I am going to go and live on has none of the comforts offered by living in a house plugged into the grid, comforts my great-grandfather would not have been able to even dream of, I can still escape and reach hot showers and electric lights within hours.

It is an interesting and constant commitment, to live with less in a part of the world so craftily designed to persuade you to always live with more. It is a commitment that I find immensely rewarding.

Amen to simplicity and the freedom to adventure!

June 4, 2009

A year ago, on June 4, David took some shots of Sophia and I.

That was before we knew she was Sophia, or even that she was a she. That was before I knew what the world was like to live in as a mama, and before I knew what it was like to breathe in the fullness of motherhood.

It is something I think I will be learning to do for the rest of my life….motherhood is a vast and constantly shifting sea (and I know some of you are thinking “just wait until she is a teenager!”) I am so blessed to be on this trip.

There is no one I would rather be a mother to, my sweet and beautiful little Sophia!

Love your Mama.

June 15, 2010.