Are you stressed and overloaded yet? Never fear, I know the feeling. I've spent the last few weeks with a seemingly insurmountable to-do list and not enough time to accomplish it. But never fear, there is light at the end of the tunnel!
Today I'm delivering some gifts, going to my son's holiday program and hopefully getting some time to take a deep breath. See how I've already stopped by to say to you?! So I'm turning up the heat in the craft room and challenging myself to take a few minutes to something else. It all can wait!
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
The CK Convention!
Holy cow, was I excited to get to the CK Convention in PA. I am not really a 'class' kinda person at this point, so I was more than happy to get to stroll the vendor faire.
Would it live up to my expectations?!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Lest You Think I've Not Been Up To Much...
Haven't been blogging about my craftiness the past few weeks. Busy enjoying the summer and all it's opportunities for relaxation. But I've still been busy. Made the box above for a friend's birthday - full of trinkets and treasures.
resist this small vintage set of drawers. To me, the warn look of it
makes it all the better.
Who wouldn't be honored by a Clever Hostess Award?
Monday, July 18, 2011
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl
Today was my daughter's 14th birthday. I hate to be cliche, but where does the time go? No, seriously. I am not being rhetorical. Where does it go? She left for Field Hockey camp this morning before I got up (thanks, Hubby!) and wasn't home til almost nine o'clock. I went to see the last 30 minutes of her game. Watching her in the land between little girl and, well, bigger girl. I thought about the days to come when I may not even see her on her birthday. I'll just leave pathertic messages on her voice mail. Or worse, texts. (sigh)
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
A Boy's Heaven
After visiting my son at boy scout camp, I understood why he decided he wanted to stay another week and skip coming home. It's pretty much heaven for a boy. I was thinking it's a shame we don't all get some time away at our own version of 'summer camp'. (Everyone's life preserver hanging on the line.)
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Camping!
No, not me, silly! I can not believe that my son is staying for a second week of scout camp! I honestly was doubtful about his staying the first week, so this was a big surprise! We are going to head out there tomorrow for "Family Day", so of course I decided to take some goodies with me. I packed some of his favorite cookies inside this camping-themed box. It's so cute! I'm sure he'll be really impressed - lol!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
What I've Been Up To
and hopefully get some crafting done as well.
I think I accomplished both goals!
I knew they were the perfect gift for a June bride I know!
All that was left was to jazz up the packaging!
The forks came wrapped in tulle and in a pretty gauzey bag,
so they were off to a good start! (Thanks to Beachhouseliving on Etsy.com!)
I covered the box in old paper from an ettiquette book, and found the perfect flower for the top. I added an old clipon earring for some glam!
Those of you who are crafters will appreciate the fact that I decided to add the lace
Friday, May 27, 2011
Are you as glad as I am that the holiday weekend is finally here? I've already tackled some long overdue chores like cleaning up the craft room! Too many bits and pieces of projects here, there and everywhere.
When I found this treasure trove of small old envelopes, all addressed to the Williams sisters, I knew they were coming home with me. Each one is a wedding invitation, or an 'at home' card. So beautiful and lovely.
Although my to-do list is long this weekend, I am definitely making time to hit the antique mall. Are you?
Sunday, May 22, 2011
For You, Teacher...
Thanking my children's teachers has always been important to me. They work so hard all year, and I want to make sure they know I appreciate them. This year, I am saying 'thanks' with chalkboard clipboards.
I painted the clipboards with chalkboard paint, added a few stamps and hot-glued an apple with their name. I attached a tag with the directions for cleaning, etc. Up at the top I added a thank you card that I made from a vintage class picture.
On the back I used 'mod podge' to attach some pictures from old school books. I sure hope they like them!
*Have you thanked your teacher today?*
Please stop by and check out my friend Sandy's awesome stamping blog.
This gal has really got it going on when it comes to stamping!
On the back I used 'mod podge' to attach some pictures from old school books. I sure hope they like them!
*Have you thanked your teacher today?*
Please stop by and check out my friend Sandy's awesome stamping blog.
This gal has really got it going on when it comes to stamping!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Happy Mother's Day ~
Today I like to reflect on the woman who is to me the most inspirational of mothers.
I think how blessed I am to have been given the opportunity to
be a mother, and for all the responsibility and joy that role involves.
I think how blessed I am to have been given the opportunity to
be a mother, and for all the responsibility and joy that role involves.
Here is a poem entitled When Mother Sleeps by Edgar Guest
When mother sleeps, a slamming door
Disturbs her not at all;
A man might walk across the floor
Or wander through the hall
A pistol shot outside would not
Drive slumber from her eyes-
But she is always on the spot
The moment baby cries.
The thunder crash she would not hear,
Nor shouting in the street;
A barking dog, however near,
Of sleep can never cheat
Dear mother, but I've noticed this
To my profound surprise;
That always wide-awake she is
The moment baby cries.
However weary she may be,
Though wrapped in slumber deep,
Somehow it always seems to me
Her vigil she will keep.
Sound sleeper that she is, I take
It in her heart there lies
A love that causes her to wake
The moment baby cries.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
The..."Big Kick"
Well, after much hemming, hawing and generally coveting my friend's Big Shot, I decided to take the plunge myself. I, however, decided on the Big Kick instead. (Mainly because that was the one I could get my hands on!) I was a little intimidated at first...okay, a lot intimidated, but I think I pretty much have the hang of it. My first creation here (see above!) I used a huge die cut (actually called a BIGZ) by Sizzix. This bird and bird cage were especially created by Tim Holtz. Not bad, huh??
Sunday, February 13, 2011
For the Love of....Jars
Thursday, January 27, 2011
"Elegy for the Personal Letter" by Allison Joseph
I miss the rumpled coreners of correspondence,
the ink blots and crossouts that show
someone lives on the other end, a person
whose hand makes errors, leaves traces.
I miss fine stationary, its raised elegant
lettering prominent on creamy shades of ivory
or pearl grey. I even miss hasty notes
dashed off on notebook paper, edges
ragged as their scribbled messages-
can't write much now-thinking of you.
When letters come now, they are formatted
by some distant computer, addressed
to Occupant or To family living at-
meager greetings at best,
salutations made by committee.
Among the glossy catalogues
and one time only offers
the bills and invoices,
letters arrive so rarely now that I drop
all other mail to the floor when
an envelope arrives and the handwriting
is actual handwriting, the return address
somewhere I can locate on any map.
So seldom is it that letters come
That I stop everything else
to identify the scrawl that has come this far-
the twist and the whirl of the letters,
the loops of the numerals. I open
those envelopes first, forgetting
the claim of any other mail,
hoping for news I could not read
in any other way but this.
I miss the rumpled coreners of correspondence,
the ink blots and crossouts that show
someone lives on the other end, a person
whose hand makes errors, leaves traces.
I miss fine stationary, its raised elegant
lettering prominent on creamy shades of ivory
or pearl grey. I even miss hasty notes
dashed off on notebook paper, edges
ragged as their scribbled messages-
can't write much now-thinking of you.
When letters come now, they are formatted
by some distant computer, addressed
to Occupant or To family living at-
meager greetings at best,
salutations made by committee.
Among the glossy catalogues
and one time only offers
the bills and invoices,
letters arrive so rarely now that I drop
all other mail to the floor when
an envelope arrives and the handwriting
is actual handwriting, the return address
somewhere I can locate on any map.
So seldom is it that letters come
That I stop everything else
to identify the scrawl that has come this far-
the twist and the whirl of the letters,
the loops of the numerals. I open
those envelopes first, forgetting
the claim of any other mail,
hoping for news I could not read
in any other way but this.
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