We are a family of four with a passion for crafts and travelling. My mom, the L in DLTK, started this website when my sister and I were very young and it has grown since... just like us! We started writing these blog posts so that we could connect with all of you more personally—share our stories, our favourite crafts, our love for holidays and family traditions, and our passion for travelling.
Here are some of our most recent posts, but check out the links below to read some more posts on your favourite topics!
Happy Doing Nothing
We opened the door to the sound of Coltrane finishing one of his classic jazz tunes, quickly followed by an upbeat number by Abba. "Wow," Darren gasped...
A Petrified Forest and a Traumatized Husband
"Ouch," I moaned quietly, gingerly pushing my glasses back onto the bridge of my nose.
I decided to give myself a few more seconds lying facedown on the limestone path to assess my condition before trying to get up....
Packing for a Day Hike
I am a massive fan of spending time in the outdoors! My partner and I try to go for at least one dayhike or backpacking trip per weekend in the summer. There are a lot of reasons we love hiking:
– spending time together helps us feel more connected,
– exploring the outdoors helps us appreciate and respect the world that we live on...
More Little Things (like coffee)
"Ackk!" I squealed, bolting upright in my seat as Darren swerved the wheel quickly to the right. "What are you!?...eep, lane!" I scolded and he pulled the car back into the left lane.
"Sorry," he blushed, "but I found one...look there!!"
The Little Things
"This is AWESOME," Darren exclaimed happily.
I giggled at him for the fifth time since we’d pulled into the huge parking lot an hour earlier.
"No seriously," he scolded, grinning cheerfully, "this is the best thing we’ve done all trip!"
My Favourite Purple Bear
I'm about to tell you the story of my most memorable stuffed animal toy growing up. Before I launch into the story I need to mention something important... I was OBSESSED with stuffed animals when I was little. For about a year I made my bed by carefully placing every single one of my stuffed animals on it, which took about 15 minutes every morning. And every time my family went on vacation I had one of my stuffies with me.
So basically I love(d) stuffies. There was one stuffy in particular that...
Australian Animals and the Hume Highway
"It was a wombat," I announced, proud of my research.
"A wom-what?" Darren laughed.
"A wombat, you goof. They’re grey and look like they have a big bear head kind of, and they have pouches like kangaroos but their pouches are backwards so they don’t dig dirt onto their babies heads."
"Ohhhh, lane honey. Lane!" I exclaimed in as calm a voice as I could.
Darren glowered at the narrow road ahead and clenched his jaw, "I AM in my lane. If I move over any more, we’ll be hit by oncoming cars."
"Honestly, you aren’t. Your brain is tricking you."
Welcome to Australia
I don’t know, really...but in photos, the Sydney Opera House always seemed huge to me and while the architecture is certainly unique I realized that once again I’ve been fooled by photography...
We Chose WE Charity!
DLTK’s is a family business that started out as mom’s hobby while on maternity leave with me. So, yep... I’ve been helping out with the site since I was in utero! Now that I am all grown up (a whopping 21 years old!) I am still helping out with site, but I do a lot more than painting paper plates and coloring nowadays.
Exploring Tide Pools
"Oh oh oh!" I gasped out, pointing and backing away from the pool of water in front of me. Darren was backing up too so I knew he’d seen it. "That…" he said in a voice slightly higher pitched than normal, "is an eel."...
My Thoughts About Air Tahiti
I sipped my diet coke while watching a fellow passenger try to shoo a crab out of the baggage claim area. His wife cheered him on as he finally herded the annoyed crustacean back into the ocean. Just another day at the airport in French Polynesia...
A Tale of One Bungalow
I woke up this morning with Charles Dickens famous opening line in my head:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
That line accurately describes a lot of things in life, I think — parenthood, career, marriage — and, for me, it accurately describes overwater bungalows in French Polynesia. Lol. Here’s my tale...
One Night in Paradise...
I giggled nervously at Darren as he stared wide eyed out the window of our overwater bungalow into the blackness outside. Furniture rattled around the deck, illuminated briefly by flashes of lightning...
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