a small and simple girl

Hello to all of you who have come across this blog. As mentioned, my name is katherine elizabeth.
I have a good friend (Laura) who is addicted to blogging. I admit that I have read her entries, and where I thought an intervention first seemed like a good idea, I have newly found an interesting way to spend a couple minutes of each day thinking and writing.
I live a plain and simple life. Do not expect to come across anything life changing or absolutely fascinating here, it is likely not to go that way. But I do enjoy my little life.
I'm from a little part of the world in Halifax, Nova Scotia. I do love it there, and my family does too, but I have recently found myself drawn to the west coast of Canada instead. I spent the last school year away at university in Calgary, Alberta. I am "home" now, for the summer (although home is a very fluid concept for me these days) and have found myself very restless and almost board of it. Granted the weather probably has much to do with that feeling, as grey skies and rain are not what a girl looks forward to in her months of summer vacation. But the last couple of days have brought sunshine, warm temperatures and a need to be a bit more sociable. The beach is one asset of Halifax, that Calgary lacks. Severely.
But inevitably the clouds do occasionally roll in and the rain does eventually fall on that little parade (it is the maritimes after all). And on days such as these I find myself very grateful for the collection of creative genes my dear mother has passed on to me.
I spent this grey afternoon watching a movie and working on a little project, of many, that I have on the go. While I watched the movie Emma I found myself lost in the love stories and the language. i knew I needed to put the right side of my brain to work. I have another good friend who has a journal she's covered in pictures and magazine clippings. I have lots of pictures, lots of old magazines and a big wonderful journal I recently bought that had an ugly cover. So I brought out the scissors, glue, ribbon, paper and magazines and went to work.
As I was flipping through and old children's' magazine, I found a clipping of a saying, used often in my church. By small and simple things, are great things brought to pass. I completely agree with this statement, and know that it is by the small and simple things I do and say, each day, that the wonderfully great things have come to be a part of who I am. And so, along with a fun afternoon of cutting and pasting, came the sudden urge to venture into my little corner of this big old blog world I hear so much about, all the time.
So hello world. Here I am at kepinsent.blogspot.com. I'm venturing to make my small and simple contribution.