November 25, 2014

Reach out your hand...

You don't have to understand is mine and mine alone.

There is no hidden meaning or agenda.

It is not about race relations, religion, politics or anything else but this-

Reach out.  Reach up.  Just keep reaching towards something.

There is always, always HOPE.

I started crafting the other day and this is what my hands and my heart created.

I bought a set of these tiny ceramic hands on etsy.
I think they are adorable.
I glued a screw onto the bottom of the hand, placed it into a hole drilled into a slice of wood.
It's sitting on top of a white pumpkin surrounded by twigs and string and bay leaves
that were on my table from creating other things.

I love will be a special keep.

One I'll look to as a reminder whenever I'm feeling less than brave

or simply overwhelmed by life.

Hoping your week is filled with hope, love, laughter-
and pie.
Lots of pie.

Linking up with:

Feathered Nest Friday

November 23, 2014

Feathers and Fluff

Incorporating a few trends into traditional Thanksgiving decor
is really a very simple process.
I love texture and you can see that I love it a lot.
Wicker, linen, plaid, Danni's dried bittersweet...
and embroidery.

I stitched up this feather pattern in a mixture of tan and blue 
and added a quick initial to personalize it.
Pairing it with blue transferware ...oh, yes.

In another room, I added an embroidered tea towel on which I used non-traditional colors.
But these muted colors say autumn to me and I'm happy whenever I walk thru there.

This French quote is also embroidery- it is meant to be barely legible.
Suzan translated it for me a while back, but I don't remember what it says!
I really like it, anyway.

I'm not really one to let trends dictate what I like, but adding a few touches is always fun.
I'm fussy about what I don't like...why have it if you don't love it?
You will never see shades of purple or mustard in my matter what the color of year is.
Sorry Pantone!

I have boxes and boxes of fall decor and I didn't open them this year.
I didn't need to.
These small touches did it for me.
The older I get, the more I value the things I choose to display.
And I am way past the decorating crazies of my thirties-
I'm exhausted just thinking of it all.
While I really loved doing it- and still do-
my priorities have changed and I must admit, so has my energy level.
I'd rather spend my energy elsewhere and I do have that full time job
of scratching Brucie's bum all day.

ALL day.

I hope everyone enjoys their Thanksgiving.
Just let the feeling of gratitude wash over you for awhile.
We have so much to be thankful for.

While you're gathered around the table with family and/or friends,
take pause and remember that no matter how awful some of those people may be,
seating them next to Uncle Fester (and his brussel sprout burps) is pretty good payback.

Grab your pie, sit back and enjoy the show!

I have closed The Keeping Room for the holidays.
I have some gifts I need to make and a few things I'd like to make for myself,
but haven't slowed down long enough to do it.

Thanks so much to all of you that bought my 'stitchins. ;)

I'll be back in January.
(If you have an embroidery emergency, shoot me a note and I may be able to help.)

Joining up with:

November 17, 2014

Think Pink

Good morning!

This is Bebo and his cotton candy crown.

He is suffering for my art.

Bebo and I are over at 

where we are featured as Pink Ladies.

Yeah, poor dude looks like a lady.

I hope you'll pop over to see my post at Tuula's
and may the power of pink be with you!

November 12, 2014

Remember November?

Why would you want to miss all the beauty of November?
Slow down, slow down, slow down...
Are you missing it?

November 10, 2014


Found in the attic of a friend's new old home...
delicate antique dresses of a young girl from long ago.

What are they doing in my trees?

I don't have a clothesline, but I do have a lot of trees
and a nice breeze on most days.
After I soaked and washed them, I hung them up to dry.
And then I had to get my camera.
I just couldn't resist.

Are you getting a feel for what I was experiencing?
So lovely.

Yeah...that's how I roll.

But I saved my camera.
That concrete edge took three layers of skin off of my leg,
but I did not lose my camera.
You understand this.
I know you do.

I yelled for Magoo to grab the camera from me- yes, he saw the whole thing.
He helped me out during his laughing fit and snapped a couple of very 
inappropriate photos of his soaking wet wife, which he will pay for later.
Oh, he will pay.

I hope you enjoyed this "a day in the life" moment.
I am now quite certifiably,
Mrs. Magoo.