Happy Birthday Susan

.   But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.   Galatians 5:22-23

This little sweetie is a birthday present for a friend of mine. She is only 9" tall to the top of her tiny pom pom on the top of her hat. Her old bottle is only 1.5" in diameter. So nice to make something just for FUN

 I was recently  brought to rememberance of a woman who impacted my childhood. Her name was Mary Ann Freeman. Every summer she would come to teach the childrens church at the Normal (yes that is the name of the town ) Holiness Campmeeting. She was an evangelist. She was so vibrant, a regular pied piper. She had all of the noisy instruments from sticks to tamborines and cymbols.  It was so fun to rummage through her big  leather suitcase for our favorite instrument of praise and then march around the open sanctuary making a JOYFUL noise. Before the childrens meeting she would go out and pick up kids in her car. Note, this was before seat belts. Her car would be packed full of noisy children wiggling and laughing. I was camping with my family on the grounds but she would take me out with her on these forays. When the car was bursting at the seams with kids she would stuff me between herself and the door. Oh, I felt special when MaryAnn was in town. Once she took me shopping and purchased a store bought dress for me. It was about 50 years ago but I can still remember...  how beautiful and oh the joy! Thanks Mary Ann for making one little girl feel so special.

I had a great time at the annual fund raiser/ arts & crafts show, for the Conrad Mansion. I finished this antique newel post angel just in time and she sold right away. In fact I only had one box of stuff to bring home. It was a success and I am going to  have to get busy because the show I was planning on doing ( I just stuck the Mansion show in for fun) is in two weeks and I don't have much left. Which is a blessing.

Old worn out things make me feel all happy.  I love tiny old baby shoes that are so worn that you know many different feet have worn them over the years.  This one I filled with old bottle brush trees and some vintage tinsel garland.

Here is my little snow girl... I love this time of year when it is cloudy and wet and cold because I can sit down and create.  When it is beautiful and the sun is shining I cannot keep myself on task inside.

If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.

Mother Teresa

Michael, my youngest son, took this picture last year but I had not noticed how beautiful it was.  This is the dawn of a new day.

I was given the gift, from a dear friend, of a Tres Dias. It was a beautiful and life transforming event.

Autumn is in the air today. The morning air was crisp and I feel inspired to get some work done for the shows I have coming up. Yea, Christmas...Santas and snowmen , angels and sparkle, sparkle, sparkle.

This is where I went today...I am having a hard time working when creation is calling me out to play.

Mothers day

a few years ago two of my adult children (Zach and  Windy) got together and sang this song to me for a mothers day surprise. I was so overcome that I couldn't speak.

IN MY LIFE     by THE BEATLES

There are places i'll remember



All my life though some have changed


Some forever not for better


Some have gone and some remain


All these places have their moments


With lovers and friends i still can recall


Some are dead and some are living


In my life i've loved them all






But of all these friends and lovers


There is no one compares with you


And these memories lose their meaning


When i think of love as something new


Though i know i'll never lose affection


For people and things that went before


I know i'll often stop and think about them


In my life i love you more






Though i know i'll never lose affection


For people and things that went before


I know i'll often stop and think about them


In my life i love you more


In my life i love you more

Lock me in my Studio!

Related Words for : procrastinate


dilly-dally, dillydally, drag one's feet, drag one's heels, shillyshally

" What is REAL?" Asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes, said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once, like being wound up," said the Skin Horse. "you become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are Real?" said the Rabbit, and then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always." THE VELVETEEN RABBIT

Farewell to Summer

Autumn is my favorite time of year but I am feeling a bit sad about saying goodbye to Summer. It went so fast.  But it was glorious.





"I want to know how God created this world. I am not interested in this or that phenomenon, in the spectrum of this or that element. I want to know His thoughts; the rest are details."  Albert Einstein

Michaels self portrait 2009

Budding artist

This is Michaels early art ...around 9 years old.

Happy 19th Birthday Michael. You brought joy to our family...now take it to the world