Here is the 4th free applique in our Santa’s Workshop Applique Collection. All perfect toys to find under the tree Christmas morning! When my son Adam was a wee lad, he had a Teddy Bear that he loved. He called it Pot Belly Bear because it had a pot belly. Children can be so literal! …
When one of my babies asks me for something, I tend to put everything else on hold. A couple of weeks ago I got a text from 10 month old Peanut asking me for a toasty sweater for a South Carolina winter. (It’s pretty impressive that a 10 month old can text, isn’t it?) Anyway… …
Back when my son, Adam, was 18 months old, we managed to lose his favorite blankie at a street fair. When we realized it was gone, we went looking for it, going up and down aisles, asking vendors and attendees if they saw his blankie. It was never recovered 🙁 I’m not sure why anyone would have cared to …
Every once in a while I need to go through files on my computer and do a little housecleaning. I came upon this blog post I had written some time ago. Why hadn’t I published it? Probably because it does embarrass me. I actually thought about deleting it, but finally decided, no, I’m going to …
What does an artist look like? She looks like this and this and this. Pixie sculpted her own bird after seeing my Paper Clay Totem. May we always endeavor to see the artist in all of our children and encourage their creative pursuits. Here is an excerpt from the classic novelette The Little Prince by Antoine de …
Being raised with three brothers and no sisters there wasn’t much room in my life for fussy dresses. I needed to run, jump, hang upside down from monkey bars and generally do things that dresses tended to balk at. But, oh, for the holidays, my mother insisted I wore super girly dresses, with petticoats and …
As many of you know my father has been battling Alzheimer’s disease for many years. After a stay in the hospital last week, he has returned to his care facility and is now under the care of Hospice. We have been told we will only have him with us for a few more days to …
One of my earliest school memories involves me at the painter’s easel back when I was in kindergarten. I absolutely loved it when it was my turn at the easel. All those beautiful juice cans filled with paint and the lovely cream colored paper waiting for my brush. I can remember what I painted that …
I can remember on one of my grandmother’s visits to our house my mother gave Bushia her sewing basket to organize. As is usually the case with unattended spools of thread, as soon as the lid was closed to the basket, they would party, and the next time you opened the lid, all of the spools …
I am beyond thrilled that last year I began painting. I will never be an exceptional painter, but finally picking up a paint brush fulfilled an unrequited dream and the time I’ve spend drawing and painting fills me with so much pleasure it is hard to believe I waited until I was 60 to begin in earnest. …
Photo Source :: Lucy’s Flickr Stream There is a part of me, no matter how nonsensical it may be, that believes in fantasy, because in that corner of my brain there is no poverty or pestilence, there is no hatred or bigotry, there is no war or terrorism. At this corner of whimsy and wishes …
We’ve all heard the expression “You can’t see the forest for the trees” meaning someone gets so bogged down with the details that they fail to see the big picture. I’m just the opposite, I get so immersed in the big picture that I often lose sight of the detail. Because of that, I can …
