tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49741313612187695462024-02-07T11:06:39.985-07:00Esther BeulahPrimitive Dolls & Sweet Nothings
*Snippets from my life*Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-37370398464848051762013-12-12T09:31:00.001-07:002013-12-12T18:32:48.713-07:00Oh Christmas treeBeautiful snowfall...perfect for pictures of the little trees I made from vintage crepe paper.<br />
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Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-48714716915240997482013-09-15T11:33:00.001-06:002013-09-15T11:33:57.011-06:00<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">I for<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNdaGSUSzroFs51z2qVgMN5XhdpQ07VjvJA6uMSIXrwFODGKHRyQvqcEW3ypF1teRIVd35IsakU20s8A1nUXX3_IRASAu5vsmLfAAhSt6Q5DdR0CMAVnqPRStfBOS8SJHnd0daOPhVgQF/s1600/IMG_0506.JPG" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNdaGSUSzroFs51z2qVgMN5XhdpQ07VjvJA6uMSIXrwFODGKHRyQvqcEW3ypF1teRIVd35IsakU20s8A1nUXX3_IRASAu5vsmLfAAhSt6Q5DdR0CMAVnqPRStfBOS8SJHnd0daOPhVgQF/s320/IMG_0506.JPG" /></a>got to take a before picture but here is in from a show I did...I couldn't sell this for anything so I decided to paint it white and do a little distressing...I covered the drawers with pages out of an old ledger</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWIVjhYoUliWXL4Oubm6MyoyDQV38Vd-1Kz9G1KlFpEZMH_cMIFA94UEiT01K2xF7HmcGQhdSjbVrRDbMn4q7IWjkV7tjTdgZMyvewfgPKBtOE8apXkBjYAu4uMaxGOz0mE0yD4MgvrMYs/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWIVjhYoUliWXL4Oubm6MyoyDQV38Vd-1Kz9G1KlFpEZMH_cMIFA94UEiT01K2xF7HmcGQhdSjbVrRDbMn4q7IWjkV7tjTdgZMyvewfgPKBtOE8apXkBjYAu4uMaxGOz0mE0yD4MgvrMYs/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-34490759065446743212012-04-13T08:04:00.000-06:002012-04-13T08:04:36.883-06:00PRIMS Magazine submissionI belong to a doll group that is doing a group submission to Prims Magazine Storybook Doll Issue. If you don't recognize this frilly fellow...He is Humpty Dumpty. He ended up looking sort of like a drag queen. I'm not a planner so I never know how my dolls will look in the end. I have to say I was really surprised to see the picture of him. That's when I realized he was a bit girlie... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3ubgPsy3pZnXjeOjuTimXuxElL4Wv-LNW1PRpGEwfMSJMY_aDaCmpK-DfRzL72I58SEXT8b0hSt99X4zKCZZ0pOKTRhTrYQF25NuGZ7ExCCi5L5P0-vUHL-UPwwecJszH-6dLGKTPnLt/s1600/IMG_0193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3ubgPsy3pZnXjeOjuTimXuxElL4Wv-LNW1PRpGEwfMSJMY_aDaCmpK-DfRzL72I58SEXT8b0hSt99X4zKCZZ0pOKTRhTrYQF25NuGZ7ExCCi5L5P0-vUHL-UPwwecJszH-6dLGKTPnLt/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" width="203" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNBiBlth9l9qVQoJrXzftFHoxCHk34h7u7bhuSy0jgyrIfYedqkapR9AHsgnukhwPFifuE2mieI3kmHr-3yqiyaFwv2ClnkhSDwpTmmUblh-zmTcZXolUgFZ3Zj3RNvxdZnIat1tl9OBc/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" qda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNBiBlth9l9qVQoJrXzftFHoxCHk34h7u7bhuSy0jgyrIfYedqkapR9AHsgnukhwPFifuE2mieI3kmHr-3yqiyaFwv2ClnkhSDwpTmmUblh-zmTcZXolUgFZ3Zj3RNvxdZnIat1tl9OBc/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" width="320" /></a> </div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-12771131286930696512012-03-11T12:32:00.001-06:002012-03-11T12:32:46.409-06:00The Story of Keep Calm and Carry On<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FrHkKXFRbCI?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-71303564119805066232012-01-05T11:24:00.002-07:002012-01-05T11:37:21.345-07:00The Innocence Mission<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J-HpCC6FLm0" width="420"></iframe><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>We ride our bikes</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>around the circle in the cemetery,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>weaving.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>I wave up to You on the Cross.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Am I to come upon You suddenly like this forever?</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Happy, relieved that You are here</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>and I can see You, I can feel You?</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #073763;"></span></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>You are like the ticket-half</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>I find inside the pocket of</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>my old leaf-raking coat.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>There all the time, all the while,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>forgotten.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>I so often seem to leave You</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>in churches</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>and other islands.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>And on my beads</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>where I can see You, I can feel You.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>I take the ticket-half</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>and put it on the table, saying,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>This is God</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>and He's here through my comings</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>and my goings.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>But I walk past the ticket-half,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>I walk past the ticket-half.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>I walk past the ticket-half</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>just as I've walked past the Cross on our wall.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Our self-importance grows so dazzling we don't see</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>You.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>But Gentle Jesus, aren't You always,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>aren't You every hour here?</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: magenta;"></span></strong></span>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-79738935511724456782011-04-08T22:40:00.002-06:002011-04-08T22:40:52.501-06:00Unity<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6WhWDCw3Mng" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-60797497849726379022011-03-09T11:12:00.000-07:002011-03-09T11:12:49.960-07:00The Gift<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2C56bUlQnqNypFeDLEbprcfbBwnwPpBy1ezKyVaOcf6fXeBYzK9XBk7ESk8djVvi_opBgeuJ8aUOfDXM-GH73K19SwsogrnpM5kE2vLU1XfchvywznbNrEQBCJK4QDmPD1gWnH53gi2z/s1600/HPIM2393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="271" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2C56bUlQnqNypFeDLEbprcfbBwnwPpBy1ezKyVaOcf6fXeBYzK9XBk7ESk8djVvi_opBgeuJ8aUOfDXM-GH73K19SwsogrnpM5kE2vLU1XfchvywznbNrEQBCJK4QDmPD1gWnH53gi2z/s400/HPIM2393.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSOH7B4ZyoDteGJXmmfOnF7gIyw1xq1tczVy_go-JTz5pDTlw31-Wy-oQf4d5SYdlPTFKv4u_9VwltMRpoDkTQM2l0lN2YDuqKc1NdqxIuO4lHZ17-0z8pWwkXnqShdAiXI6PMswhZL7Ny/s1600/HPIM2397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSOH7B4ZyoDteGJXmmfOnF7gIyw1xq1tczVy_go-JTz5pDTlw31-Wy-oQf4d5SYdlPTFKv4u_9VwltMRpoDkTQM2l0lN2YDuqKc1NdqxIuO4lHZ17-0z8pWwkXnqShdAiXI6PMswhZL7Ny/s320/HPIM2397.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Late last afternoon Mr. Humpty went off to his new home with Lea. Lea is one of those people swirls into your life and makes you feel like you are the most amazing creation on earth. When she leaves you feel your heat has been opened. She gives me so much that my heart has to open in order to recieve the bounty of her generosity. This is how it goes...She comes in with a couple of bottles of my favorite wine ( I had made a simple suggestion that she might like to try this wine and she remembered) Some people might remember and bring you a bottle but she brings two. I should mention , she is like a piece of art that you have to look at for a moment to take her all in. This day Lea had on a most beautiful scarf she knitted ( did I mention she is incredibly talented, too?) and I admired it, of course... Then we went on a mini tour of my new auction finds and my work room and she started plastering over all the cracks in my self confidence and tightening up a few loose screws so I didn't feel so wobbly about starting this new venture. As she left she put a bunch of money in my hand for Humpty and wrapped her beautiful scarf around my neck and put a loaf of ginger cake in my hand (YUM...she is an amazing cook, too). I was overwhelmed to say the least. Today I have been walking around with the scarf wrapped across my heart...and from time to time I just bury my face into the beautiful homespun wool and inhale...it smells like love.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIPULrYLAW5D63fmIL4ywM7c1hjoNK9vVM__B1diXT226VfvoCBBh3uUTfPruFcjfKTFPaZviMMGQIKiJoVFtVdRWPWPIRRKHzG8_CtXey5LYicizXfQaqbSOJB-HBfRZrl_QSTNelhZfk/s1600/HPIM2398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="350" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIPULrYLAW5D63fmIL4ywM7c1hjoNK9vVM__B1diXT226VfvoCBBh3uUTfPruFcjfKTFPaZviMMGQIKiJoVFtVdRWPWPIRRKHzG8_CtXey5LYicizXfQaqbSOJB-HBfRZrl_QSTNelhZfk/s400/HPIM2398.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-19088610072284011902011-01-24T18:51:00.000-07:002011-01-24T18:51:40.137-07:00Famous Babbling Brook now in HD and Stereo!<iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/in65OUP6D9I?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-46135307562774040832011-01-16T08:36:00.001-07:002011-01-16T08:40:53.680-07:00<span style="font-size: large;">"</span> <span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Hope</strong></span><span style="font-size: large;"> is hearing the melody of the future.</span> <br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><strong> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Faith</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: large;"> is to dance to it."</span> Dutch Sheets<br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirty7xcRHAbR0looC4zgAPMrT8FVCL95kPb7cYnPcBz39PIpfrAkUiM4ZAQ6GWjlC-t5soTeJ0zLafwNmoUoMq_LLASR4rSzycNv0QrW_Po0dNdC2y6Fc2Ttp7vOHy8w2n8_jaFxjdJVvs/s1600/Anita+%2526+Denis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirty7xcRHAbR0looC4zgAPMrT8FVCL95kPb7cYnPcBz39PIpfrAkUiM4ZAQ6GWjlC-t5soTeJ0zLafwNmoUoMq_LLASR4rSzycNv0QrW_Po0dNdC2y6Fc2Ttp7vOHy8w2n8_jaFxjdJVvs/s640/Anita+%2526+Denis.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Tis the season to make <span style="color: #ea9999;">HEARTS</span>...a short but sweet time of the year when Montana is covered in a blanket of white sparkles. Spring is so near that she trys to pull me out of this moment of time with her allure of <span style="color: #6aa84f;">green sprouts</span> pushing through the snow and the colors of <span style="color: #cc0000;">tulips</span> and <span style="color: #ffd966;">jonquils</span> dotting my yard. But life is short and I am making hearts...</span>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-62455771944391436392011-01-02T10:02:00.000-07:002011-01-02T10:02:03.355-07:00Blessings for the new year...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrLm-MP1eK9NEu9PDNZdwSW52DbbzFMXz6ah9ZuZuzjMJ2ia2c9XK217xOX_z4T7Q1Qt3NKjqHjBBYd1w1_WSSuH24eHqTPU9-je4A16ZSnIPfjQRDrmW02yNIReVuVW1ekZ8j32j7ya1/s1600/HPIM2364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrLm-MP1eK9NEu9PDNZdwSW52DbbzFMXz6ah9ZuZuzjMJ2ia2c9XK217xOX_z4T7Q1Qt3NKjqHjBBYd1w1_WSSuH24eHqTPU9-je4A16ZSnIPfjQRDrmW02yNIReVuVW1ekZ8j32j7ya1/s320/HPIM2364.JPG" width="140" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7dFKGx_-oxRn1FOKHQAZmm6dU4pyjCJGt-4ffqX7E5Nq6AiCacMZCWpIKNqm1ISruEHtmFhX212zIjMRRraOdCcgrnRJRTFf2IdJhviRO3lQJjUBefmFKBlLhzd-9NjaLfbaIVvaJCS5/s1600/HPIM2360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7dFKGx_-oxRn1FOKHQAZmm6dU4pyjCJGt-4ffqX7E5Nq6AiCacMZCWpIKNqm1ISruEHtmFhX212zIjMRRraOdCcgrnRJRTFf2IdJhviRO3lQJjUBefmFKBlLhzd-9NjaLfbaIVvaJCS5/s320/HPIM2360.JPG" width="273" /></a> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPki82fdp91kHabq8mqXWH3N5CYg-4zZ_YCByfrixjmoewjfcOQgLFr6Nzii0mgKceKDITTB9HGpgQMSzHV6nvSi3MgBP4mfd5cJ4JtTv1zWtgkHo1bpH6IrrjXHKl6JLwhgZBfztEP1-w/s1600/HPIM2359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="304" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPki82fdp91kHabq8mqXWH3N5CYg-4zZ_YCByfrixjmoewjfcOQgLFr6Nzii0mgKceKDITTB9HGpgQMSzHV6nvSi3MgBP4mfd5cJ4JtTv1zWtgkHo1bpH6IrrjXHKl6JLwhgZBfztEP1-w/s320/HPIM2359.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>What a difference a day makes...la la la. Somehow stepping across the threshold into a new year feels all filled with hope. It is just another day, really, just like a crisp new dollar bill spends like an old worn one, but still, it feels better somehow, in your hand. I make a handful of resolutions every year. Some I manage to keep for a while then slip back into the me I would like to not be... But, faithfully, every year I have renewed hope that I will somehow become the lovely person I invision I could be...Perhaps this will be the year that my glass slippers will appear by the hearth. Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-35224795835198334702010-12-19T08:14:00.001-07:002010-12-19T08:26:58.572-07:00<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwG_JABlHo0dNxyR67NawKM1AuP0CPlv9FW9PXs2OH-Q5vT-si6vmwHHR1Hym8-_DedOFUFwvM6Y1BJYJlNSFAKOl3oRkmKxh5dh77nayBkSzqRMxa0p3jRz84jG8JSLVkA1cclyOXW4e1/s1600/HPIM2348a.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwG_JABlHo0dNxyR67NawKM1AuP0CPlv9FW9PXs2OH-Q5vT-si6vmwHHR1Hym8-_DedOFUFwvM6Y1BJYJlNSFAKOl3oRkmKxh5dh77nayBkSzqRMxa0p3jRz84jG8JSLVkA1cclyOXW4e1/s640/HPIM2348a.JPG" width="316" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /></a>Christmas time is upon us. I always feel a holiness begin to grow in the atmosphere as we draw closer to this season. I think more hearts are turned towards Gods gift to the world. We find ourselves filled with a desire to give...we feel thankful for all we are blessed to have...not the material things but those we love the most, our family and friends. </div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-90245469636959648202010-12-07T11:29:00.000-07:002010-12-07T11:29:48.740-07:00winter solice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpvZoBsItx4tvc7iIz7oeE3kLw4YnG_IwJ9Es-ILaSlDRPC-yUI1yOUcU-pdhheV5JC5doypbKkRUm1oMRo-_eqeY3t26qQME6ISX7QPa_Y-eEBqZtnms139vb87Yu8DoB5vxhNPemeQx/s1600/HPIM2299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpvZoBsItx4tvc7iIz7oeE3kLw4YnG_IwJ9Es-ILaSlDRPC-yUI1yOUcU-pdhheV5JC5doypbKkRUm1oMRo-_eqeY3t26qQME6ISX7QPa_Y-eEBqZtnms139vb87Yu8DoB5vxhNPemeQx/s320/HPIM2299.JPG" width="296" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: purple;">When you have so much to do that you don't have a moment to sit down the very best thing to do is make a Humpty Dumpty or anything, really, to procrastinate</span>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0loO1VKgy22QQNVQF5xKBeCKNE94ug0D7QfXdHN1Gwm8lHcE-ru2ThFjLLQQd2jca8-e31eFoB1T2zb-pLFOlVCCMgkJwU3ngaKQKX2AVE3GG1LjJ3ifWSPwXYrlPT5NFg9RHosxe0F_3/s1600/HPIM2314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0loO1VKgy22QQNVQF5xKBeCKNE94ug0D7QfXdHN1Gwm8lHcE-ru2ThFjLLQQd2jca8-e31eFoB1T2zb-pLFOlVCCMgkJwU3ngaKQKX2AVE3GG1LjJ3ifWSPwXYrlPT5NFg9RHosxe0F_3/s320/HPIM2314.JPG" width="270" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Or sit in your bedroom and watch a squirrl</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0BmvdosunqAEtpQPaMQ6JbuAUJk6GMXofvelNNM-EAXnjXOU6uCgYHGugnTmT_xaCGl5tqCll6S-pCEx3CYm1v6b1YYlMr09Y653gLbhwjaTiUU7aS86G4FDp0g1XAfg2ynLKRmj6smc/s1600/HPIM2327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><img border="0" height="250" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0BmvdosunqAEtpQPaMQ6JbuAUJk6GMXofvelNNM-EAXnjXOU6uCgYHGugnTmT_xaCGl5tqCll6S-pCEx3CYm1v6b1YYlMr09Y653gLbhwjaTiUU7aS86G4FDp0g1XAfg2ynLKRmj6smc/s320/HPIM2327.JPG" width="320" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHF1Pb2ntB3OrMqnZz0fWxu72kaYgIw6Zwzh1bMcvW3VYcvE8xEkP6-XCg3YvS0O3ndvpfWdGT6VTxsfZ5ossMEViD3wH1LzGbEzZIZvB0g7hvEqEjFWl8I8cW1wCP-sHHBGh_CjcJ6cgZ/s1600/HPIM2304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><img border="0" height="257" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHF1Pb2ntB3OrMqnZz0fWxu72kaYgIw6Zwzh1bMcvW3VYcvE8xEkP6-XCg3YvS0O3ndvpfWdGT6VTxsfZ5ossMEViD3wH1LzGbEzZIZvB0g7hvEqEjFWl8I8cW1wCP-sHHBGh_CjcJ6cgZ/s320/HPIM2304.JPG" width="320" /></span></a><span style="color: #351c75;"> munching on maple seeds...<span style="font-size: large;">sigh</span></span></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMeamXdS7tEipwJTseTRk_X8fiVz1OzJSWhhePF44NE3RDQwCBsLLU8uWUygxV84A1J1ERUlZ8J4dzFWuG2bhJ9OSYrjrCWuIItyXf0b_WjP0aT3bOeo62iMsHLNM0C9G7ZrwXrefgjiC/s1600/HPIM2328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMeamXdS7tEipwJTseTRk_X8fiVz1OzJSWhhePF44NE3RDQwCBsLLU8uWUygxV84A1J1ERUlZ8J4dzFWuG2bhJ9OSYrjrCWuIItyXf0b_WjP0aT3bOeo62iMsHLNM0C9G7ZrwXrefgjiC/s320/HPIM2328.JPG" width="320" /></a> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #073763;"> I shared a booth with my once a year friend, Kim...I think we do this little local arts and crafts show just so we can sit together for three entire days and catch up. We keep saying once a year is not enough but every year the time eater comes along and before we know it we are sitting together in our little corner sharing our year. She creates these tiny gingerbread houses that are just amazing and are as wonderful in the back as they are in the front.</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIBYmr19UtpB2SqQoZjP3_WCbA0mm-eq1qiInAtNdkk78SqPttpVmnXRDPGxfXIcNXGDYmIxkVTrt3Tohf9lbLiTHv-3wV_5EgQbXIaDolAJtpTz-HlAeTUbCQbfFBjZxgo_5Z7gzNrP6/s1600/HPIM2332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIBYmr19UtpB2SqQoZjP3_WCbA0mm-eq1qiInAtNdkk78SqPttpVmnXRDPGxfXIcNXGDYmIxkVTrt3Tohf9lbLiTHv-3wV_5EgQbXIaDolAJtpTz-HlAeTUbCQbfFBjZxgo_5Z7gzNrP6/s320/HPIM2332.JPG" width="320" /></a>As I see 2010 quickly slipping through my fingers I begin to make new resolutions for 2011... Spend more time with friends... figure out how to format my blog....</div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-79877756937125465552010-11-18T11:54:00.001-07:002010-11-18T11:57:07.455-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I keep coming here with the full intention of posting something but just can't seem to get past my Mothers death. I see my last post was made on mothers day and I didn't even make mention what an amazing mother I had. Little did I know that she would be gone in a few short weeks. She was 94 but had lived independently and in good health all of her life. She had the most beautiful giving spirit. She truely didn't store up treasures on earth and gave generously of what she had. When we looked in her check register we saw she faithfully wrote out her tithe, her rent, a few groceries and the rest of her social security check was written out in 5 and 10 dollar checks to as many charities and mission work as it would afford. She was a true christian in every way. She had no evil to say about anyone. I cannot recall her ever putting me down or saying any unkind thing to me. I was with her for the last week of her life and she remained faithful and trusting Jesus to the end. Even though she knew what awaited her in death she never had a desire to die but wished to remain so she could pray for her family. Her life was difficult but she didn't complained. As my brothers and I were talking about our childhood we began to realize how much freedom she gave us...We were very poor but never knew it. She trained us in the way we should go... I was blessed to have such a precious saint for a mother for so many years but I still miss her...Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-44913966285037432672010-05-09T07:26:00.001-06:002010-05-09T07:38:30.697-06:00Happy Mothers Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmiPovO3KYbskM0nuouoKxXBG5Ne01n_4vJMnqGVD6IOmJuSmjs-qLdDM4nOjSRLnEUXGlf2SwIPApJxfSMI6K3gma4lu9w6ExyHq8hrAte9HWj_k8PoxFQvx5T-Pdoadark1DgGbYPCD/s1600/HPIM2178.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmiPovO3KYbskM0nuouoKxXBG5Ne01n_4vJMnqGVD6IOmJuSmjs-qLdDM4nOjSRLnEUXGlf2SwIPApJxfSMI6K3gma4lu9w6ExyHq8hrAte9HWj_k8PoxFQvx5T-Pdoadark1DgGbYPCD/s320/HPIM2178.JPG" style="clear: both; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a> <br />
I was on the phone with a dear friend who has in her recent past lost several members of her family, including her precious son in January of this year, when I looked out my window and saw this beautiful rainbow. I don't remember ever seeing a rainbow from my window in the ten years I have lived here because of the location of my house (nestled between two rock clifts)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijGZL30WPnNMu0WjUaaIM5JYdF9nzsX6cV4FvCs5RFBPN_H_rz0e-pLMv1GnPjvfgS_8Ms-AZq2U1uauzNh8TJMg1BJCq7Onlnss8d3WgrTDa22LUceseUlm6qqrByCp2hsi6ONDa8_D7L/s1600/HPIM2180.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijGZL30WPnNMu0WjUaaIM5JYdF9nzsX6cV4FvCs5RFBPN_H_rz0e-pLMv1GnPjvfgS_8Ms-AZq2U1uauzNh8TJMg1BJCq7Onlnss8d3WgrTDa22LUceseUlm6qqrByCp2hsi6ONDa8_D7L/s320/HPIM2180.JPG" style="clear: both; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a> What a beautiful sign from God of HOPE...<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvB_H-E8o3W4DpScMjZTzq_ETHgepQaZ-mfDR3LUulrgNSNM-qewUnFGVhV0AHeFpqpfCOUsxJBftXeFlcGbvgOCrycJZDRqMAbUBkTJVJHE0DlpqpKGXtx0Idx8stqHySMyX2K-OT6GCG/s1600/HPIM2184.JPG" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">12 And God said, "This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and every living creature with you, a covenant for all generations to come: 13 I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. 14 Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, 15 I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind.</a><br />
<div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-78884882337671134262010-04-04T14:46:00.003-06:002010-04-04T15:03:55.770-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVY6wZqa-NoP8hpqSj8GUpPU_MWI8aW6EYE3-GvxlfbQzpLikHUUW08dN9HlOG8gcrV5QcvWyZ_NzgHEfH9Th2HCPzH13v4gCVLog8bYjNyemAZz_PZAiI4Kc-1spZ_qnjSplu-hGmOYW/s1600/VictorEaster_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVY6wZqa-NoP8hpqSj8GUpPU_MWI8aW6EYE3-GvxlfbQzpLikHUUW08dN9HlOG8gcrV5QcvWyZ_NzgHEfH9Th2HCPzH13v4gCVLog8bYjNyemAZz_PZAiI4Kc-1spZ_qnjSplu-hGmOYW/s400/VictorEaster_lg.jpg" width="288" /></a><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I hope you are feeling renewed hope as I do this beautiful day. I have been thinking about the things that really bring me joy. They are simple. I am so thankful for all of the blessings in my life...Legs to walk with, hands to lift up, a voice to sing and eyes to see the beauty of the sky at night and ears to hear the singing birds. The sacrifice of a loving God....Thank-you Jesus.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Zya0bvactw-zy73TQS4LHxrHgg4dTIGURS8yCWSk-wDlo5P9cXNfG2YmAuZYCJbrW13B762IGFrTnaKthKHU7gJCXePUrCInBwu4rt2bPaiSDJuLLmzVAGNOlVizGrW69FWqIQ3mkxb4/s1600-h/HPIM2170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Zya0bvactw-zy73TQS4LHxrHgg4dTIGURS8yCWSk-wDlo5P9cXNfG2YmAuZYCJbrW13B762IGFrTnaKthKHU7gJCXePUrCInBwu4rt2bPaiSDJuLLmzVAGNOlVizGrW69FWqIQ3mkxb4/s320/HPIM2170.JPG" vt="true" width="217" /></a></div><span style="color: #351c75;">HAPPY SPRING! I am ready for spring to begin. You can see the color of the sky and early morning clouds change this time of year. They seem soft and fresh...What is it about spring that brings us renewed hope? Oh and the smell. The rains wash over that dirty snow as it melts away and new life pushes up with promises of colors and fragrances blessing the earth. I have already taken the grandboys to see the chicks and ducklings at the farm store. All fluff and no feathers they PEEP the sound of spring.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"><strong><em>10My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. </em></strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"><strong><em>11For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; </em></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"><strong><em>12The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; </em></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"><strong><em>13The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. </em></strong></span>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-31973561321772233692010-03-19T23:31:00.001-06:002010-03-19T23:39:26.319-06:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsJVJAzev1HGJKAoeT5VgVEvy-GId4ONd20vKge7GklB7CvePfeex2VfR-BD4t03B-bUuyzAEtrotmnTtslQTGzfNpHOuD-HVWyErVx2aTXufexK8GpnNpn1w5BHCv_PCjUhjXwoZdWT4/s1600-h/artdoll+102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsJVJAzev1HGJKAoeT5VgVEvy-GId4ONd20vKge7GklB7CvePfeex2VfR-BD4t03B-bUuyzAEtrotmnTtslQTGzfNpHOuD-HVWyErVx2aTXufexK8GpnNpn1w5BHCv_PCjUhjXwoZdWT4/s320/artdoll+102.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I needed to make some changes, lots of big ones, in my life. One change is my eating choices. I decided to try the vegan path for a while and see what kind of changes that will bring about for my body, mind, and spirit. It takes a lot of thinking to make a change in how you look at and use food. One change is the loss of 18 pounds. My brain fog is gone. I feel great...but that could be because spring is just days away. Oh happy day. I am finding that you can eat healthy and enjoy the food you are eating. Quinoa is a tiny grain that is packed with goodness. Today for breakfast I had 1/2 cup of quinoa (pronounced keenwah) with 1/2 cup of soymilk that I had blended 3 strawberries into. YUM..serious. I have also learned to make these delicious cookies that are totally healthy (as long as you use organic ingredients.) To get started you need to soak two cups of nuts for a day or two ( I use 1 c. almonds and I take the skins off after soaking. If the skins are difficult I blanch them for just a few seconds and then the skins pop right off. I use walnuts for the other cup. After they are soaked they need to be drained. OK so now you need to get your food processor with the s blade and put your 2 cups of nuts, one cup of raisins, 1 teaspoon Vanilla flavoring, + one teaspoon orange flavoring (or any flavoring you like)+ 1 tablespoon organic cocoa. (I have also used carob) Mix this in the processor until it forms into a dough ball. Take it by the tablespoonful and roll it into balls , then roll those in dried shredded coconut. Store in the refrigerator. 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</div>I had a tumble on the ice recently. Fortunately I caught myself by hanging onto the door handle, unfortunately I pulled the muscles across by back and shoulders. So I have been on light duty for about a week now. Yesterday I just HAD to do something fun so I made these simple lavender sachets from old quilt blocks. The fabric looks like civil war era fabric and they could be that old. They were never used . I like to think about them being stored away for so many years...at first from home to home ...drawers to trunks to boxes of people who knew their history and what hands made them or whose dress that was. I wonder if some of the fabric was a flour sack. I would have looked through all of the sacks of flour and picked my favorite print. I think these loving thoughts as I handle this small piece of history. I think, at least for today, the ninepatch is my favorite. I imagine a young girl sitting by a window on a wintery day. She carefully picks the two materials she will make her block from. Her stitches aren't perfect and the corners of her little squares don't always meet. Her iron sits at the back of the cookstove to keep hot , but not so hot that it will scorch the whites....Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-19323619108799387842009-12-31T11:39:00.000-07:002009-12-31T11:39:51.046-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPE6K1pFIITXNxezZOXV52Y3hf1OEL7Cq6h2qkW3mxFGdMN-dRuvX2PyAmA_zAr6qXBt0osQ3TZPF8gEHfPlaZvuY5IJz0JTnG-BqplV1sHo-i8KyzmTV2rQXt62wgY1KZLrRZXMm0TogO/s1600-h/scan0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPE6K1pFIITXNxezZOXV52Y3hf1OEL7Cq6h2qkW3mxFGdMN-dRuvX2PyAmA_zAr6qXBt0osQ3TZPF8gEHfPlaZvuY5IJz0JTnG-BqplV1sHo-i8KyzmTV2rQXt62wgY1KZLrRZXMm0TogO/s640/scan0015.jpg" /></a><br />
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I am looking forward to the new year. I was born in 1955 so I will be 55 in a few weeks. Somehow that seems to have a special meaning for me. My favorite thrift store gives a 25% senior discount at that age.... yea! 2009 has been challenging and a year of CHANGE no doubt. Not the change I would choose but I have to say my heart has been filled with so much gratitude for all that my life is blessed with. Our business has come to a halt, due to the economy, and my husband has struggled with depression and feelings of worthlessness. Men are so identified with how they provide for their families. I, on the other hand, have had none-stop work this year and have been burning the candle at both ends. I have a wonderful home, filled with memories and lovelies, that we may need to sell this upcoming year. We sit on a beautiful location at the north end of Flathead Lake. I have loved watching the ever-changing water as she reflects the beauty of the sky. I am so thankful to have been fortunate to raise my children in a setting that most people see on a postcard. I feel a twinge of sadness but at the same time such excitement to see the direction God will lead me in. Because, as I look back through my ever changing life, one thing remains constant....the faithfulness of Gods care for me. I <span style="color: #e06666;">HOPE</span> your new year leads you to a greater understanding of Gods love for you through Jesus Christ.Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-46875197301735523412009-12-18T09:11:00.000-07:002009-12-18T09:11:22.533-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOQp_xD7E8_OWYlsqMSSBkdkgUxcGRInFvwrezI2A6GPkKAgf84fHTr659CYOIGA9a4vJJDEq3MzAR0cXCtXnmXw74MehXP9-wsoZGAzjf_YA2aF_GJcu_KV3I61g6X1TBNMyP0iXdbb8/s1600-h/HPIM2057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOQp_xD7E8_OWYlsqMSSBkdkgUxcGRInFvwrezI2A6GPkKAgf84fHTr659CYOIGA9a4vJJDEq3MzAR0cXCtXnmXw74MehXP9-wsoZGAzjf_YA2aF_GJcu_KV3I61g6X1TBNMyP0iXdbb8/s320/HPIM2057.JPG" /></a>Alex was the cow in the nativity play at his pre-school. It was the best . The costumes were so cute and simple. The kids learned six songs with signs. I think the teacher is amazing to get these little kids to learn so much and they were all having fun. In one song they were given bells to ring and a little girl angel was hitting the boy angel next to her with every jingle. It was so funny! I am loving the Gramma phaze of my life...no stress just fun!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcNigdCgDw151av5zQmIVAhMdPnfL53oDZ-Ip85EORSpaKLC2CYf5zJNKaNfwtBUq7bljX5gKy-dykhH8zPPJL-FPXGVFff_3J8PI3fLKqdp-xsPNW8IKrXhsmEdBP52kXTp95Hlyydq0b/s1600-h/HPIM2058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcNigdCgDw151av5zQmIVAhMdPnfL53oDZ-Ip85EORSpaKLC2CYf5zJNKaNfwtBUq7bljX5gKy-dykhH8zPPJL-FPXGVFff_3J8PI3fLKqdp-xsPNW8IKrXhsmEdBP52kXTp95Hlyydq0b/s640/HPIM2058.JPG" /></a><br />
</div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-65068198089559135432009-12-11T22:56:00.001-07:002009-12-11T22:58:01.686-07:00<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening</span> by Robert Frost</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Whose woods these are I think I know.</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPA-YipFCBNQPSTBcFH6wXWwlH7I_gar8fc6AeNBn1rIj1z9kOS1s-LFeMpI9nQUXsM3lsRsDezR5PkVrgyun9b-ZMspewk6Nki0Sv6EBY5oFIrHPNmyqZXoge0NAmLV_3uvL-gpJOWJQn/s1600-h/HPIM2032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPA-YipFCBNQPSTBcFH6wXWwlH7I_gar8fc6AeNBn1rIj1z9kOS1s-LFeMpI9nQUXsM3lsRsDezR5PkVrgyun9b-ZMspewk6Nki0Sv6EBY5oFIrHPNmyqZXoge0NAmLV_3uvL-gpJOWJQn/s320/HPIM2032.JPG" /></a><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His house is in the village, though;</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He will not see me stopping here</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To watch his woods fill up with snow.</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My little horse must think it queer</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To stop without a farmhouse near</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Between the woods and frozen lake</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The darkest evening of the year.</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He gives his harness bells a shake</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To ask if there is some mistake.</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The only other sound's the sweep</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Of easy wind and downy flake.</span><br />
</div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The woods are lovely, dark and deep,</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I have promises to keep,</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And miles to go before I sleep,</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And miles to go before I sleep. </span>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-71786020374868789692009-12-09T09:20:00.000-07:002009-12-09T09:20:34.532-07:00Star of Wonder<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFXUfSXX3vjTgNFC3nXplEjsnNtmSSVSaU7wNEPOV73UgWHGKGGRTJ0xeH_jWG2UsU127lOqbmayvxNinKBpnZ6POxTVxwKt66maTuC9v1YZiy65e7rinT_BFmk2eLVh0QIcVSfLd9NoK/s1600-h/HPIM1461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFXUfSXX3vjTgNFC3nXplEjsnNtmSSVSaU7wNEPOV73UgWHGKGGRTJ0xeH_jWG2UsU127lOqbmayvxNinKBpnZ6POxTVxwKt66maTuC9v1YZiy65e7rinT_BFmk2eLVh0QIcVSfLd9NoK/s320/HPIM1461.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">O Star of wonder, star of night</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">Star with royal beauty bright</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">Westward leading, still proceeding</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">Guide us to thy Perfect Light</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I came across this antique silk quilt a few years ago. It is entirely hand stitched with tiny black stitches. I have not seen this pattern (on the order of the pineapple pattern) but each block looks like a star of Davit so I cut it apart and made them into Christmas ornaments. They measure about 12 inches across. I hand stitched antique tinsel garland around the edge.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Because the silk is so fragile I had to make a </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">large opening in the back to turn it. This I closed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">with vintage mother of pearl buttons. Then I</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">stiffened the back to keep the shape .</span>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974131361218769546.post-27303392129175544042009-12-06T23:12:00.000-07:002009-12-06T23:12:17.669-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_vE5MaacLS4jItDFyrVQUMROiXEX9-JPBrO_HI93BEYMqqcawh0XWcXgHNPmGO3J60s0KakStym0bApfe6BriB4Hh6Ptdx22PeywSA0Ge6gmJTiHsxZFRf7AtJVL_eSpnYw625xpTnlW/s1600-h/HPIM1765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_vE5MaacLS4jItDFyrVQUMROiXEX9-JPBrO_HI93BEYMqqcawh0XWcXgHNPmGO3J60s0KakStym0bApfe6BriB4Hh6Ptdx22PeywSA0Ge6gmJTiHsxZFRf7AtJVL_eSpnYw625xpTnlW/s640/HPIM1765.JPG" /></a><br />
</div>My grandsons were over for the weekend. I was busy on the computer while they were watching a video. I turned around to see what they were up to and they had stacked themselves on the couch...this was a precious rare moment and I had a fully charged battery on my camera. I was so happy to get one picture where none of them had a goofy face (though I love those, too). 34 years ago when we were looking forward to their dads first Christmas I couldn't have imagined I would be getting these guys to enjoy future Christmas with. My cup runneth over. Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11177317240970792785noreply@blogger.com5