I grew up on Joni Mitchell. She is a gifted song writer and a talented performer. Still, to this day, I will frequently have a night with Joni. I’ll dim the lights, light a few candles, get a lovely glass of red wine, put on Joni Mitchell’s Blue album, and as if in H. G. …
"Baby it's cold outside!" Woke up this morning singing that song… Dean Martin's version. It's legal to do that in January, because the song isn't actually a Christmas song, although we tend to lump it in with Christmas carols. Nope, this …is a song about the cold and snow, and a wily man's attempt to …
It seems the closer we get to Christmas, the shorter the days become. I’m not talking about the hours of sunlight (or in our case, overcast skies 🙂 but how there just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day to get things done. So, in order to provide some new content on Wee Folk Art …
For those of you that follow me on One Generation to Another, today I’m sharing a lesson in gratitude that I learned from my Bushia many years ago. Please join me HERE 🙂
In parenting, sometimes irrational fears can get the best of us. Here’s a story about one of my fears, and the 7 pounder that taught me a lesson worth learning! I can only image what it must feel like to stand on the moon and look down (up, over?) at the Earth. You’ve always know …
Most of you probably don’t know this, but my blogging life did not begin on Wee Folk Art. Back in October of 2007, I began a blog called One Generation to Another after my children encouraged me to “write down” some of our family stories. Over the next couple of years it evolved. Here is the blog’s …
{this moment} – A Friday ritual began by Amanda at Soule Mama. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment you want to pause, savor and remember. Have a lovely weekend ~ Kimara and Michelle
{this moment} – A Friday ritual began by Amanda at Soule Mama. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment you want to pause, savor and remember. Have a lovely weekend ~ Kimara and Michelle
The Little Robin Grieves – Nursery Rhyme The little robin grieves When the snow is on the ground, For the trees have no leaves, And no berries can be found. The air is cold, the worms are hid; For robin here what can be done? Let's throw around some crumbs of bread, And then …
Saturday, our family hosted our 21st Annual Pumpkin Carving Party. Truth be known, it began as a ploy, to give 12 year old Missy (our nickname for Wee Folk Art’s very own Michelle) a chance to meet the cute new boy that moved in across the street. She and her friend, Sarah, had been admiring …
You know that quiet play that as a parent you hate to interrupt because your intrusion, even just for a moment, can break the spell of wonderful imaginative play? Of course this same quiet can also mean total chaos is going on, but the little imps are being sneaky enough to pull it off, so …
As summer is drawing to a close, my thoughts turn inward… not philosophically, but rather to the inside of my house. I don’t do spring cleaning, I do fall cleaning, and much of the change inside my house occurs in September and October, before the holidays. As I was wandering through my house this morning, tablet …
