” There is nothing insignificant. Nothing.” -Coleridge- Little, tiny things are so sweet. These little things I call “keepsakes”. That means that a person will keep them for the sake of how special they are or for the fact
journal entry: Swans. Swimming and sailing and sweeping through the sky. Companion print to the multiplying giraffes which is found on this site in another post. I wanted puffy and poofy. I wanted someone I love to feel that the
journal entry: I dreamed about giraffes for weeks. They multiplied before my eyes. Every time I finished one, another appeared. That is how it seemed to me. Grandpa often asked if I was still working on the giraffes. Yes.
journal entry: It seems that each year I think about making an advent calendar. Think about it but don’t do it. I have long collected images of advent calendars others have made in an effort to gather ideas. Someday.
“Taking joy in living is a woman’s best cosmetic.” -Rosalind Russell- I am always looking for somewhere to put something. Patterns, pictures, tutorials, ideas. One thing always leads to another and so I made a Keepsake File Box
You would think that from the way I prowl the quilting stores that I was a quilter. I am not. Not a real quilter. I am a “tie-the-quilt” quilter but not without a desire to make something worth keeping. That
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Everywhere you go.” -Familiar Christmas Carol- journal entry: I can honestly say that there isn’t an ornament on our Christmas tree that wasn’t on sale somewhere. I have found that unlike many
“Oh . . . for the good-old-days when people would stop Christmas shopping when they ran out of money.” -Author Unknown- journal entry: These are two old Christmas friends. They sit under the Christmas Tree. Above is a sweet and
“Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house . . . “ journal entry: I wonder why we love what we do? Why we are pulled toward certain things . . . colors . . . styles. I
“We trust in plumed procession For such the angels go – Rank after Rank, with even feet- And uniforms of Snow. -Emily Dickinson- journal entry: These angels are a secret. No ordinary angels . . . they are specially-trained Guardian