Where DOES the time go? I've been wanting to write and post for days. Then I realized...I am just going to have to stop and do it! It is fairly obvious I am not really ever going to catch up! So, I'm just going to have to put that in my "just do it" schedule. That means the dishes are waiting for someone to wash them. And so it goes ....
Do you know any little people that might like a plaque to hang in their bedrooms or play room? I have made a whole slew of these things (southern term "slew" - means a whole lot!) and there are all kinds of them. They are boys' and girls' age appropriate fun plaques. Well, here are a few examples:
This is a 3D Cowgirl plaque - I do a lot of art shows in Tennessee - this is always a favorite of the girls. It's about 7" tall by 12" wide - and that is a rough estimate.
3D, they are all painted all the way around - on solid board and all that.
This is not the best shot of this in the world ... but you get the idea and here are some details too
What would America be without Baseball? Another odd shaped one ... about 6 inches tall and 12 inches wide. Love this one.
There are choices: soccer, football, skiing, cheerleading, etc., etc.
We had some very hard news to take this week. Our little buddy Dylan was given a bone marrow transplant about a month ago. He was getting along just dandy, back to school, really living again without the demands of being inside hospital walls even. But yesterday the doctors found a recurrence of the cancer. I am heart broken for the entire family. Please send up a prayer on behalf of Dylan for his miracle healing, and his mom and dad (Ron & Dana) for strength and grace during this unfathomable time. Thank you.
Yesterday I made another journal. It is precious. I can't show it right now, but I will by week's end. Anyway, during the process of making the newest journal, my sewing machine and I fell out of grace with each other. Recently my friend and incredible artist, Cindy Michaud wrote a blog post about being angry with a painting because she just couldn't get it to succumb to her needs. (read about it right here) I remember thinking at the time how I didn't understand how you could get mad at your work. WELL!!!! I always get an answer, however not usually as expediently as this one! I can now take my sewing machine apart, clean and oil her, and with LOVE AND RESPECT for all she does for me, put her back together in an afternoon's time. But just to be clear, I was fighting mad, tear filled and very nearly had bad words fighting to make their way onto the sewing table! I finished the journal a day later than intended, but it is done. And now I will rest! Well, sort of ...
I have something exciting coming up to share so check back soon!
Blessings to all,