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 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.