Well I finished my stitchery, now I need to finish my little penny rug. You can click on the image to enlarge it.
Grace had some oh so cute pictures taken and I just had to share them with you. It just wouldn’t be fair of me to keep them to myself. Amanda Remmenga took the pictures and I added some little sayings. You can click on the photos to make them bigger.
Hope you enjoyed the pictures with the many faces of Grace!
Here’s what I’ve been working on so far today. I covered some more little boxes. I played around with the lighting again. Started out with dark….
a little lighter……
I also have a cute little stitchery I want to work on along with my little penny rug I want to make. Which will I finish first? Only time will tell!
Look what came in the mail today. I anxiously set down with a cup of coffee and started flipping through the pages.
I especially loved the home of Mark and Shirley Franzoni.They are the owners of Blessings Primitives, a decor shop and Black Crow Candle Company. You’ll have to check out the pictures of their home, lots of neat primitives and decorating ideas.
Here are the pieces to my next little wool project. I hope to get started on it soon!
A big thank you to everyone who read about Max and his wish for cards. Hopefully he will reach his goal with all our help!
The following article is taken from the Des Moines Register March 14, 2011.
“Mighty” Max Low of Neola, Ia., began battling leukemia shortly after he started kindergarten in 2004.
Today he’s a 12-year-old sixth grader, still battling away at Children’s Hospital & Medical Center in Omaha. And he’s probably receiving more get well cards on a daily basis than anybody else on the planet.
“They’re coming, like, 2,000 a day,” said his mom, Bambi, when I caught her during a rare few minutes at home. “Last week we got 5,000 cards. I got a whole trunk full of cards today. … They’re streaming in.”One of Max’s friends had the brainstorm in 2008 Wouldn’t it be cool to get 1 million cards in the mail? Max wholeheartedly agreed.
Word of mouth and social media took it from there. That “Max-a-Million” campaign petered out in early 2009. But a renewed effort began less than a month ago when another friend made a simple post on her Facebook profile page. Momentum has snowballed in the last week, with numerous Facebook groups and events (such as “Make Mighty Max Low’s Wish Come True!!!!!”) contributing to the increasing flood of cards. My Register photojournalist colleague Andrea Melendez noticed all the Facebook chatter over the weekend and sent me a note. All cards are headed for this address:
Mighty Max Low
P.O. Box 111
Neola, IA 51559
That’s why Max’s dad, Greg, found no fewer than 11 keys in his post office box on a recent morning. (All these cards headed for small-town Iowa are the exception to the trend of rural post office closures I wrote about last month.)
Max has endured chemotherapy and other treatments and a “late relapse” through the years. Recent results of chemo had not been promising. Bambi on Feb. 15 was told to enjoy her final days with her son. But now there are signs of hope.
“Last Monday his bone marrow came back with no cancer,” Bambi said. The possibility of a bone-marrow transplant is on the horizon, with Gregory a 90 percent match. Doctors are waiting to see whether Max can manufacture his own white blood cells.
Meanwhile, Max feels pretty good. Which made it all the harder for Bambi even to tell her son that his condition was classified as terminal.
“You’d never know he’s sick” she said. “He’s not eating so hot. … I didn’t want to tell him that he was going to die.”
“But I feel so good, mom – I feel so good,” Max responded.
So the cards stream in as Max and his family wait and see about the transplant. Bambi said that she reads about 300 cards a day before wrapping them all up to take to the hospital.
The Lows try to maintain as normal a schedule as possible, since they’ve been in this cancer fight for years. Bambi still drives a school bus 120 miles each weekday to keep working as long as possible, and she and Greg spend about a combined 18 hours a day at the hospital. The road miles do add up.
Please take a few minutes of your time and send this child a card! Show the love and make his wish come true!
My carpenter (Hobby Lobby)cut me a deal. He said he would build my fireplace for half the price! Also, this fabulous little country shop I found along a little winding road (Hobby Lobby) was having a 1/2 price sale so I had to go check it out!
I was only able to purchase one chair as that is all they had left. Both the fireplace and chair came natural so I had to paint them.
I then took a much needed break and made myself a cup of coffee in this lovely cup and saucer set I purchased at the little shop. On my way home I found this stray kitty so she came home with me! She’s purrfectly content in her little basket. I have yet to name her.
The shop was also having a 1/2 price sale in the kitchen area so I purchased myself this little cook stove and some graniteware pots and pans. Someday I hoped to find me a dry sink and a little table and chairs for my kitchen.
I did find me some lovely pewter plates!
It’s coming together slowly. I’ll keep you updated as I go along. I have been spending an occasional night there. I’ve just been sleeping on the floor by the fireplace. It’s really rather cozy!
Yes I know I am having too much fun! Once again, it’s just that little girl in me, but you are welcome to come over and play along!
Just thought I would try my hand at making clothespin dolls. You can click on images to make bigger. Here’s Mae….
and here’s Emma…
and here’s Mae…..
Put them together and you have Emma Mae!
Come on now, you have to admit that was pretty clever! lol
Enjoy your evening!
Haven’t you heard that saying many times?To "put all your eggs in one basket" is to risk losing everything all at one time. Well here are some other reasons for not putting all your eggs in one basket:
You are too frugal to purchase another basket.
Last time you tried multiple baskets you couldn't carry them all and wound up dropping some.
So you know eggsactly what you have.
Because you want to take a picture of all your eggs in one pretty basket.
You are too busy burning your candle at both ends to have time to put your eggs into multiple baskets.
Because the little chicken that lives in my head told me too.
The eggs get frightened when separated.
Eggs can get very lonely in small groups
Your basket hasn't learned to share.
Because you can.
Here are my eggs and I do not have them all in one basket! You can click on pictures to enlarge.
Where are all your eggs?!
Had to show off some little cutie pies! Here is my niece Robin and her little one, Grace…..
Here is Grace getting ready to eat her lunch….
and here is my nephew Trevor and his little mini me, Davis.
I remember when their parents, Robin and Trevor were babies! I think this means I’m getting old!
I had to go to the drug store and while I was waiting, I saw this cute little sock monkey. He reminded me of the sock monkeys my Grandma Vera made me. He was so cute sitting there and he asked me if I would take him home, how could I say no?! Who doesn’t like sock monkeys?
I came home and dug out my sock monkeys and they too instantly fell in love with the little monkey whose name is “Socks” by the way. They happily posed for pictures for me!
Here they are just monkeying around!
I even took little “Socks” with me to work and everyone there thought he was adorable! He likes to go places so you might be seeing more of him! Yes, I do enjoy playing with my little monkeys, let’s just face it, I’ll never grow up! :-)
I was just wondering, did the title make you think I was caught in a hurricane with my candle and peas?!
Saw this done on some other sites. A hurricane, candle and split peas, now I’m ready for St. Patrick’s Day!
Just got home from work and am really tired. It is rainy outside which makes it all the more a lazy day. I keep asking myself what do I want to work on and so far the only answer I keep telling myself is “the couch” go lay down on the couch! I don’t think I’m going to put up an argument, look out couch here I come!