Catherine Denton

In the Picture

2012-01-27T08:00:00.000-05:00

Self Portrait #1

Self Portrait #2

Self Portrait #3

Self Portrait #4

I've never done a project of self-portraits before. Sharing these photos feels vulnerable, like getting caught talking to yourself or dancing alone in a room. Taking them felt weird enough, but broadcasting them uncovers another thing entirely. It's an unveiling of moments. My moments. I joined In The Picture to stretch myself and I'm getting my money's worth. During this first month of "selfies", I learned a few lessons. 1.) It's difficult to get a good timed shot. 2.) I struggle to smile at a person-less camera. 3.) Shooting photos of myself when others are around is unsettling. 4.) Imagining myself as an item in the picture, rather than the focus, helps.

Does anyone have tips they'd like to share?

How do you stretch yourself in your art, writing, sewing or other craft?

Valentine Owl Pin

2012-01-26T08:00:00.000-05:00

Trying to make something useful out of bottle caps, I made this little owl pin. To create one of your own:

Paint the bottle cap pink and let it dry thoroughly.
Pencil in an owl by making a large U and closing the top; add triangles for ears, wings and beak; put circles for eyes; then add lined details and a few hairs on top.
Paint in the owl or color with markers.
Print, "Owl always love you" around the outside.
Glue the cap onto a wooden disc. After it's set, glue a jewelry pin onto the back of the disc.
Through trial and error, I found Tacky Glue was not strong enough for this project and ended up using superglue. I also switched to a wooden disc when card-stock didn't work for the back.

Enjoy making your owlsome pin!

Have More Than One Valentine

2012-01-25T09:36:00.000-05:00

With heart candy lining the stores, I've been thinking about Valentine's day. It's a bit exclusive.

Sure it's fun to dote on someone and share how much you love them. But I feel we've elevated the romantic aspect of this day until it's become like a clique that only those with a lover can participate in. Isn't this holiday supposed to be about love? Yes I know it's traditionally the romantic kind, but why couldn't it be more?

I have friends and acquaintances who've gone through great loss this year, suffered through sickness, moved to unfamiliar places or endured difficult break-ups. I know I can't change their circumstances, but I could send them a card, take them out or gift them with a trinket; something to let them know they aren't forgotten. It won't heal their pain, but at least they'll know on this day they were remembered. Loved.

I think it's time we have more than one Valentine.

Three Adventurous Valentine Dates

2012-01-24T08:00:00.001-05:00

Photo by Giverslog

1. Scenic Quest

Make a list of wonderful surroundings like: a beautiful sunset/sunrise, an antique building, a snow or flower-filled landscape, a zoo, swings at the park, or a quaint house/barn. Spend the day finding them and picnic with chili and cornbread in a jar at the love-liest spot.

Photo found by Dark Lamb

2. Breakfast at Tiffany's

You and your loved one choose five things you've never done before (keep it simple). Spend the day doing them by alternating down your lists. For instance: get a cupcake at the fanciest bakery, lay on the car hood to watch the stars, dance in the middle of the mall, see how many freebies you can gather (popcorn and suckers at the bank, free coffee at hotel), or cuddle on the couch of a furniture store. End the date by watching Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Photo by Sensesmaybenamed on Flickr

3. Camera Word Search

Find words like LOVE YOU, BEAUTIFUL, TRUE LOVE, BE MINE, VALENTINE on buildings, traffic signs, graffiti and banners around town. The words don't have to be together--the more traveling, the better. (Although you may want to scope out places before date night) Take photos together in front of the words and frame them for an end-of-date gift.

Much Love Monday: Heart-y Finds

2012-01-23T08:00:00.000-05:00

With Valentine's Day getting close, I'm loving hearts on everything:

ASOS PICKLE

Atomic Passion on Etsy

Big Silly World on Etsy

Wee Lambie Knits on Etsy

Yeah, the hat's sized for a child, but you know you want one. And who doesn't want a Chenille sock monkey to cuddle with?

What are you loving today?

Doodle Fun

2012-01-20T00:07:00.000-05:00

I'm loving this Visual Journal Online Worship that Sea Sky Stone introduced me to! It's free so if you love to paint or if you'd like to try a hand at it, check it out!

Playing around has allowed me to let go of perfectionism and just doodle. I've had so much fun with this piece. I didn't do it on paper like she suggested, I went straight to canvas (the flat kind) because that's what I had on hand. Notice there is no girl in the painting yet because I didn't let myself think about how she fit in or where to put her. I may decide to add one later, but for now, I'm just enjoying this new exploration.

I've also been working on some Valentine goodies that I can't wait to share with you next week! Hope you have a bright and cheery weekend.

Little Black Dress

2012-01-19T08:00:00.001-05:00

Jacket: Hand-me-down from Mom

Little Black Dress: Eco Chic Thrift Store

Shoes: Target (Fall clearance for $6.00!)

Pearls: handmade by daughter

Beads: garage sale

Not being accustomed to black tie affairs, I was nervous about going to a fancy fundraiser. I knew some women would be in full evening gowns but I also knew that wasn't me. I wanted something simple, comfortable and classy. So I decided on my little black dress. My daughter lent me her jacket, shoes and beads. The jacket had a nice sheen to it that's hard to get right in these pictures.

She attempted to talk me into three-inch heels but I nearly killed myself tripping into the wall; so we went back to a more do-able heel. I love the splash of color and the flower decal on these shoes. It's only a plus that they were $6.00 on clearance!

Are you frilly like Fancy Nancy? Or more down-to-earth like Junie B. Jones?

Through A Rectangle's Eyes

2012-01-18T08:00:00.000-05:00

In an effort to be more creative, I chose twelve skills I wanted learn or improve on for this year. One of them is photography. I'm not a photographer, but I want to be able to take better pictures of my family, art, and the world around me. I want to tell stories with pictures.

Katsicles introduced me to a great photography challenge. It involves taking self-portraits for ___ amount of days (you choose). On first glance, I felt resistant. Why would I want to take pictures of myself? But the more I read, I realized it's a documentation of life--a picture journal, if you will. And I do love journals! So... I'm joining In The Picture by Urban Muser. My goal is to take a self-portrait every week, 52 pictures. I won't post them that often, but I might do a round-up once a month or something.

If you'd like to join, check out the button on my sidebar. You don't have to do 52 pictures. It can be 10 or 30 or 1--whatever number is meaningful to you.

Tent Date

2012-01-17T08:00:00.000-05:00

This is my attempt at the camp-out/conversation date I talked about here. It took a bit to figure out how to hang the first blanket because unlike the living room, there were no chairs to throw them over. I ended up tying a ribbon around the light fixture to anchor it, then I was able to add the side panels to the middle one. It's a bit sparse compared to the many beautiful tents I've seen in Blogland (like this one) but it was fun to set up. I put tealight candles on the windowsill and heart shaped lights across the pillows. That's Hedwig in the middle (gifted to me by my sister and niece).

Much Love Monday: 1 Dress 365 Ways

2012-01-16T01:02:00.000-05:00

Today I'm loving:

...this heart pendant

by HELLO my name is Heather

...this doodle quote

by The Notebook Doodles

...this owl purse

by Jillysboutique

...this uniform project (1 little black dress 365 ways)

by Uniform Project

Let It Snow

2012-01-13T02:10:00.000-05:00

Oh how I've been pining for snow. We got a tiny taste of it this week, just enough to wet my appetite for more. This has been the weirdest winter--more like an early spring. Please don't throw stones all you warm weather friends, but I'm ready for at least a foot of the icy fluff.

Winter has always been romantic for me. (I was married in it, remember?) I'm not wishing for any electricity-out-for-weeks kind of storm. Just enough snow to make snow ice cream, build forts and throw snowballs. Come on winter, let it snow.

I'll add Let It Snow to my shop soon, but she needs a few touch-ups before I release her.

Beyond Sweatshirts

2012-01-12T08:00:00.000-05:00

One of my goals for 2012 was to dress up more. Being a plus size has kept me in sweatshirt and jeans on most days. But I've decided to play around with my wardrobe, add some color and break out of the rut.

Sweater and Shirt: Handed down

Jeans, Boots and Belt: Thrift store

Knee Socks: Target

Headband: Belt from sweater

Earrings: Hand-made by niece

Just a small step in the journey of embracing myself where I'm at and letting my wardrobe grow up.

Not Always Easy to Say

2012-01-11T08:00:00.000-05:00

Sometimes you have face the truth about yourself. One of my truths is that I've breezed through life and left my health to chance. I haven't been proactive about keeping in shape, drinking enough water or getting enough sleep. And although when I was younger, that seemed to even out; the even-ing has stopped. I don't want to leave good health to chance anymore. I'm in the middle years and I'd like to meet the next half of my story with the best I can offer.

It's kind of cliche I know, everyone trying to lose weight and start an exercise program at the beginning of the year; but I need to pay attention. I need LIFE to grab me by my rounded cheeks and shake me. Health isn't something to play around with. I've been light-hearted about it until seeing illness in several of my friends this past year. I know I can't control sickness but I can help my odds.

So I'm taking a more proactive role in my own health. I'm not promising anything drastic, because I know myself--that won't work. I'm gonna pick a few baby steps each month and focus on that. In January I'm focusing on three things: a walking schedule, drinking more water, and cutting back my food portions.

I don't like setting goals, so to overcome that I'm going to give myself some goodies at the end of the month if I persevere. Stayed on my walking schedule? An Artful Blogging magazine. Drank more water? Crystal Light or Arbonne flavored packets for my water bottle. Cut my portions? An hour of blog reading. Small little promises but an extra incentive nonetheless.

Are you health conscious? Do you have any tips to pass on?

5 Cheap Winter Dates

2012-01-10T08:00:00.000-05:00

It's cold outside and possibly the ground is covered in snow, so what's a couple to do? Here are 5 cheap winter dates:

1. Breakfast and a Movie - Why wait till evening when all the prices of movies are high? Eat breakfast together (an bagel egg sandwich with a fruit smoothie), then head out to the matinee.

2. Book Warmth - Stoke the fire, cozy up on the couch and read a classic book together. Or listen to one on c.d. if you or your date isn't comfortable reading aloud. Some of my favorites are: To Kill a Mockingbird, The Secret Garden, and The Little Prince. Make some easy taco popcorn to go along with it.

3. Nerf Basketball - Get your game on with a round of Nerf Basketball. Play HORSE, or Twenty-One. Whoever loses treats the other to a specialty coffee.

4. The Love Tent - Remember when you made tent hideaways with blankets? Why not bring back the memories of youth and create a haven for chatting? Play The Art of Conversation Talking Game by Taoc Taoc to get the conversation rolling. Fix carrot sticks and hot wings to add some spice.

5. Dark-and-Seek - Turn out the lights and play hide-and-seek the creepy way, find your date by feeling around in the dark. The most obvious places can be the best hiding spots in this twist on the age-old game. Warning: Beware of screaming and fits of laughter. Finish with a Hershey's dark chocolate bar and cocoa.

Most of these dates can be done at home. I purposely did this for couples who can't always find sitters but still want to do something fun together. And if you're snowed in, you might need a few indoor dates anyways.

Much Love Monday: Strong Souled Girl

2012-01-09T08:00:00.000-05:00

This week I'm celebrating my firstborn's birthday. She came out of the womb smarter than me.

I love:

her dance moves
her infectious laughter
her ability to speak her mind
her loyalty
her compassion for others

Her young understanding of people astounds me; I look forward to seeing where it takes her.

Commissioned with Love

2012-01-06T08:00:00.000-05:00

I was commissioned to paint three paintings for my sweet friend's family for Christmas. The first one for her daughter, the second for her sister and the last for her precious Mother-in-Law. As I began layering the background, I wove pieces of their relationship throughout. It was such a joy to remember and to bring her beauty to light. I wanted each painting to be able to stand alone but also to be able to be grouped together if at some point they want to do that. I painted the daughter leaning into her mom, the sisters leaning upon each other and my sweet friend leaning into her mother-in-law. Each of them strong women on their own but the strength of them together--powerful.

Painting these was another step in my grieving process, it was emotional but so therapeutic to create and bring something into the world that reminds us of her amazing life.

Tiny Truths: I Heart Legwarmers

2012-01-05T08:00:00.000-05:00

Sweet Little Luxuries

I love legwarmers. Seriously, why don't women my age wear these?
And as I've said before, I LOVE boots.
I secretly wonder if I'm being filmed for "What Not to Wear".
I like paint all over my hands and arms. Sometimes I'm tempted not to wash it off.
I have a low voice. Even as a newborn, Mom said my cry was lower than my sister's. It took me years to accept it (didn't wanna sound man-ish). When I was in high school someone told me it was sultry, that helped.

What about you? Any truths you'd like to share?

How to Add a Signature Link in Comments

2012-01-04T08:00:00.001-05:00

Let me share a simple way to add a signature link to your comments so others can find you. When you leave a comment on someone's post they'll more than likely want to see your blog (I know I do). A signature link makes it easy to find you. It saves several time-wasting steps of going to your profile and hunting for the blog site and/or figuring out which blog is the main one. Karen Amanda Hooper taught me how to do this, thanks Karen!

1. First you need a code. Don't run away, it's not complicated; I'm giving it to you! This is the code using my information:
<**a href=**http://wingedwriter.blogspot.com**>**Catherine Denton<**/a**>

2. Copy the above code into a word document and delete all the **s (Sorry, I had to separate them like this because the code wouldn't show up in this post unless I did).

3. Change the url address to your blog's address and change my name to your blog's name or whatever you want it to say. Then save it in the document.

4. Keep this word document on your desktop and copy the code when you know you'll be browsing blogs. Every time you comment on a blog, paste your code at the bottom so they'll be able to find you through the link. Mine looks like this:

Catherine Denton

The End. See? Wasn't that easy? Are you smiling? I hope so. If you're confused, feel free to ask more questions in the comments.

Otherwise, I hope to see lots of signatures so I can hop to your blog and throw confetti!

Quaint Anniversary Picstory

2012-01-03T10:54:00.000-05:00

We had the best time on our anniversary trip! It was the perfect mix of going and doing then resting and relaxing. We shopped in unique boutiques, walked around beautiful downtown, toured a scenic chapel, dined out in style and chilled in the room. We talked non-stop all the way there and had such a wonderful time catching up. It's not often we get extended time alone, so we relished every moment. On our fanciest dinner out, I took a photo of the sourdough bread and honey butter but when the entree came I was so hungry I forgot to snap a shot. Too bad because it was beautiful (and delicious). Ah well...maybe next time.

I'm determined to make more mini-dates throughout this year to give us extra time to catch up. We end up doing it late at night and we've got teenagers so late night gets REALLY late. Needing our sleep makes me want to figure out times to connect without taking too much away from family and without losing sleep. It also needs a bit of creativity because I can't be spending tons of money. I'll be sharing these fun, inexpensive date ideas with you along the way.

If you've got cheap date ideas to share, I'd love to hear them (and maybe try them out)!

2012 Beginnings

2012-01-02T09:49:00.000-05:00

I love new beginnings. On my blog this year I'm adding some new features and keeping others I enjoy.

I'll be continuing these features:
Much Love Monday - starting the week on a positive note
Storytellers - sharing my heart or other creatives
Tiny Truths - silly or honest bits about myself or my life
Paint Party - showcasing artwork

I'll be adding:
DIY's (do-it-yourself) - projects, crafts, art, recipes,
Skills I'm Learning - sewing, embroidery, cross-stitch, guitar, knitting, drawing, cooking, gardening
Date Nights - creative and inexpensive date ideas
Picstory - sequence of pictures telling a story
Family Fun - seasonal fun for the whole family
From Mess to Dress - this is to encourage myself to dress up. Being home, I tend to opt for comfort rather than style. So in an effort to get out of a sweatshirt and jeans, I'll be posting updates. This is only to hold me accountable; I don't claim to be a stylist.

What about you? What kind of features do you share on your blog? Are there some you'd like to see more of here?

2011 in Art Photos

2012-01-01T02:58:00.001-05:00

January: I embarked on a letter project, writing one letter a day to a young friend needing encouragement. It pushed me to notice things I often overlook, simply by sharing my life with her.

February: We were slammed with a snowstorm. We had twelve people snowed in with us. Loads of visiting and games ensued (fortunately our electricity stayed on). I also got lots of painting done.

March: I painted with a vengeance and struggled to hope for my sweet friend's fight against cancer.

April: I received news that my sweet friend's cancer had spread too far. My days were full of tears, struggle, plans and schedules to keep someone by her side. We shared intimate moments together.

May: I sat with my sweet friend as she began to fade. My kids understood their summer would start slow.

June: I said a final farewell. After the funeral, we traveled to the ocean and got much needed rest and comfort. I took a break from blogging.

July: At the end of the month, I inched my way back into blogland. Our outdoor activities were limited due to record-breaking heat so we watched quite a few dollar-theater movies.

August: A beautiful downpour of rain came to break the heat. My daughters and I danced in the delicious coolness.

September: I opened an Etsy shop and ecstatically sold my first prints.

October: We browsed the fair and visited the pumpkin patch; then indulged in pumpkin goodness.

November: I felt thankful for all the people who've impacted me, both past and present. I loved meeting my dear blogging friend, JeMa and getting one-on-one birthday time with my sister.

December: My soul filled with family time, silly moments and an anniversary celebration.

Although 2011 was a tough year, it had beautiful moments. Now my heart is open and reaching for all the good 2012 will bring. I got this idea of a year-in-photos from A Beautiful Mess. I added my own twist to it by making it a year in art. I'd love to see your year in photos, if you'd like to join in!

Happy New Year!

New Year Dreams

2011-12-30T08:00:00.001-05:00

I'm loving this journal my niece gave me for my birthday! I've been working out my goals in it for this year. I prefer to say dreams because goals always make me feel I'm gonna fall short. Think that's a mental hangup of mine...but anyways, I'm not usually an uber planner but lately I'm feeling more the need to be.

Do you set goals for the coming year?

Tiny Truths: About Marriage

2011-12-29T11:11:00.000-05:00

Us at age four, sixteen years before we meet.

It's never exactly like you think it'll be.
The lovey-dovey feeling isn't forever constant--it's more like a merry-go-round circling back again and again.
The beginning years are full of adventurously discovering one another; the latter years are full of discovering the world with one another.
There's an uncontested comfort in having someone know your yuck and stick around.
No marriage is perfect. There is always regret, anger, frustration, and loss. ALWAYS. But there is also success, encouragement, forgiveness and tender love.

Happy Anniversary, to the one that's loved me through all my junk. Thanks for sticking around, I love you!

Christmas Moments and Mischief

2011-12-28T08:00:00.000-05:00

Amazing Christmas Moments:

My mother-in-law laughing hysterically.
A dear friend weeping at the painting I gave them.
My husband high on vacation.
Our game of Hide-the-Elf (he's creepy, no?). Whoever finds it must hide it in plain view for the next victim; December is a scream--literally.
Beginning new traditions: choosing a baby from one of our many nativity scenes to keep with us all day on Christmas.
Having lots of nativity scenes because we were gifted them at our December wedding. (I'll give some truths on marriage tomorrow on our anniversary!)
The box of paints my husband gifted me.
And the Snickers bar from my son. *melt*

There will be more Christmas to come for me; the rest of our family is celebrating this weekend). What did you love about your holiday this year?

Inspire to Inspire: "Take Flight" a Public Art Project by Jema

2011-12-27T08:00:00.000-05:00

Jema is guest posting for me today.

Creativity, it needs to find a place in my life next to air,food, water and my morning cup of coffee. Living full time in an RV with my hubby and four kids since January 5,2011 has challenged my creative time. Inot only live in 300 square feet of space which hampers my studio supplies, butI am living with five other people elbow to elbow. My creativity was being hampered, until itfinally exploded onto the sides of my RV!

I can still squeeze in moments of acrylic painting on mytextured canvas when the stars align, the weather is not too humid or too cold,and the wind doesn’t intend to fly my canvas like a kite. Most of my creating is now focused on ourpublic art project “Take Flight”.

We took our Class A RV, stripped off the manufacturer’sdecals and proceeded to paint a Monarch butterfly wing outline on both sides ofour RV. The idea is to include people wemeet with our family journey, and connect people all over the world with ourproject. We encourage this connection byhaving people add their colorful vinyl decal to the sides of our RV,overlapping them, filling in the painted black outline. We add their name, where they are from, andthree things that inspire them in life. Thelist of inspirations then in turn inspires others, and the circular movement ofinspiring begins.

The project requires 3 ½” circular decals of oranges, blues,blacks and whites (thanks to our friends at www.decalmenow.com)which I can roll up and store behind the passenger seat of our RV. I use our computer to enter the participants’names on the website. This is a creativeproject which needs little space, just the time to talk to people we meet,encouraging them to sticker up our RV. Ithas been fulfilling to see people catch on the excitement of their contributiontraveling around the United States! (very inspiring)

Public art is art which can be seen by anyone, free ofcharge, and enhances our daily living. With this philosophy we want to include everyone in our project, if youcan not physically put on your dot, we will add one for you. Just add your inspirations to our list andbecome a part of inspiring people on the roadways of America, as well as thosereading the inspirations at home in their jammies or at work on their computerscreens, iPods, iPads, Android phones, you get the idea. Go and be inspiring today!

To add your own inspirations, mosey on over to www.inspiretoinspire.com. I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

~Jema

Much Love Monday: Seven Winter Family Read-Alouds

2011-12-26T14:54:00.000-05:00

There is nothing better than a snow-filled day full of reading, with family tucked in blankets all around you. Here's a few of my favorite winter family read-alouds:

1. Little Town on the Prairie.

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2. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

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3. The Hobbit

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4. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

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5. The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh

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6. A Little Princess

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7. Little Women

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What are your favorite family reads?

Merry Christmas to All

2011-12-23T08:00:00.000-05:00

Merry Christmas to you--all my sweet blogging friends!

Tiny Truths: Christmas Romances

2011-12-22T08:00:00.000-05:00

In lieu of my upcoming anniversary (four days after Christmas), I thought I'd share my favorite Christmas romances.

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Love Actually - so many stories...so little time. (although, there's one story that could have been omitted in my opinion)
The Gift of the Magi - he gives up his watch; she gives up her hair...*swoon*
The Holiday - so tender.
It's a Wonderful Life - no explanation needed.
The Family Stone - *sob* It makes me cry and laugh in equal parts.

What about you? What's your favorite Christmas romance?

Before and After: Bookcase

2011-12-21T08:00:00.000-05:00

The bookcase before:

Then I grouped the books by color, got rid of some, and added a piece of artwork.

I think the pops of color add a fun dimension to my studio. And apparently I remember books better by their color so it's easier to find what I'm looking for.

If any of you give this a try, I'd love to see pictures.

Searching for Serendipity

2011-12-20T08:00:00.000-05:00

Kamika is guest posting for me today, hope you enjoy reading her journey as much as I did.

Creativity....that is a really important word to me. It has played a roll in my life since I was a child. I can remember building dollhouses out of pizza boxes, creating a fort in the woods out of old milk crates, and countless hours spent drawing. From the time I could be trusted with a needle and thread my grandma had me sewing. We started with crudely designed teddy bears stuffed with dried beans, and moved on to more complicated things. In fact when my grandmother passed away when I was 26 it was her sewing machine, the very one I learned on, that I coveted for myself.

As a young adult I expressed myself through photography and mixed media art collage. I liked to push the boundaries of what made people comfortable by using art to discuss controversial topics. I was a fairly angry twenty something, I had a lot of demons in my closet that I hadn't dealt with yet and the drawing and sewing took a back seat. Eventually the party twenty something lifestyle took over and art and creativity disappeared from my life for a number of years. They were some of the bleakest years of my life.

One day I found myself 29 years old, facing my 30's and miserably unhappy. I cried all the time, I woke up feeling like the day ahead was a chore, there was no joy in anything I did and I was drinking way too much. On a whim I pulled out my grandmothers sewing machine and started sewing. I think it was a potholder. Or something basic and simple. I honestly don't remember but whatever it was it saved my sanity! From that moment on I was crafting all the time! I started sewing aprons, cloth napkins, children's plush animals and more. Then I got into jewelry and screen printing...honestly I tried any craft that inspired me. Which was a lot! When I crafted I was happy. My mind was calm.

From there spun my blog, to document this new path I had embarked on. But to my surprise....I found put I was pregnant one year later. I continued to craft but my blog slowly morphed into one that documented the ups and downs of my pregnancy and my thoughts on impending parenthood.

Now that I am a stay at home mom I do not have the time I once did to craft, or blog...but I can still be creative. I loved decorating my baby girls nursery, a made her a mobile that she just adores, I even sewed her a dress one time. But more often than not my creativity now comes out in the kitchen and my home. My home has never been more functional as I adjust, move, and reorganize things to fit the ever changing life of a young child. I may not have much time to play on my grammas sewing machine, but I wear her old Christmas apron as I bake holiday treats and teach myself how to cook nutritious family meals. I also sing. Constantly. Claire loves music and i make up all sorts of melodies and rhymes to make her smile. When I run out of ideas we fall back on the classics, there is lots of Raffi played in our house.

One day Claire will be old enough to craft with me, and I can teach her how to sew on her great-grandmothers sewing machine. But until then my creative joys are expressed through the joys of day to day motherhood, they are expresses through love. When you have a young child your whole life becomes a creative journey, one that ebbs and flows constantly. I'm just coasting the waves and enjoying the ride.

Much Love Monday: Christmas Munchies

2011-12-19T21:58:00.000-05:00

What I'm loving today are these scrumptious munchies for the holidays.

SPOILER ALERT: This is a high-calorie post!

Chocolate Popcorn Cake - Mommy Hates Cooking

Isn't it divine?? I'm afraid I might not share if I make it.

Peppermint Cake Balls - Piece O' Cake

I'm kind of crazy about peppermint. In the winter it's so refreshing and reminds me of snow. And speaking of peppermint...

Candy Cane Blossoms - Baked Perfection

Aren't they adorable? Love the red and white striped kisses! So festive. And if those weren't sweet enough for you, you can swig all these down with:

Nutella Hot Chocolate - Shockingly Delicious

I knew I had to snag this recipe since my kids are nuts about Nutella. (Sorry, bad pun)

Hope you all have a wonderful Monday!

Delicious DejaVu

2011-12-16T08:00:00.000-05:00

I'm joining DL Hammon's DejaVu Blogfest today. This is a story I wrote back in 2009 for Sunday Scribblings:

From the wheelchair, Lucille watched a young mother wrestle her four small children. The mother's octopus hands snatched little fingers from probing outlets, tall vases and pudding cups left on end tables. Her constant motion made Lucille sympathetic. The mother noticed her staring and gave a weary smile.

"I had four," said Lucille. She gazed at the sleeping newborn wrapped around the woman's chest.

"Did you?" asked the mother. She retrieved her three-year-old from entering Silvia's room. Silvia would've screamed for hours; it was good the mother was quick. "How did you manage?" She gave a pleading look.

"Hard to remember." Lucille gazed at the sleeping bundle. "But you seem to be doing fine."

The mother chuckled. "That's kind of you." Her smile faded. "I'm not sure sometimes." She glanced down the hallway softly bouncing the sleeping child. "Karl is visiting his grandmother. She gets tired of us all packed in her room so I try to give them some time alone."

Lucille nodded. "My grandkids live in California. Too far away to visit," she defended. By the look on the young mother's face, she knew she hadn't been convincing.

The woman hurried off several more times collecting her three active children from racing down the nursing home hallway. This time she made them sit in chairs and handed them plastic toys hidden inside her purse. This pacified them for a bit. She wiped a strand of auburn hair out of her eyes perspiring from the exertion. When she sat down the sleeping baby awoke. It began to squirm and kick. She let out an audible sigh.

"May I?" asked Lucille.

The mother smiled with relief. "Yes." She unwound the baby sling and handed the fragile child into Lucille's arms.

Lucille rocked the pink footed baby. The small face gazed at her and raised an arm aimlessly. Lucille savored the newborn scent. She lifted the girl's face next to hers and started to kiss the delicate cheek. Then paused. "Do you mind if I--" Lucille faltered. It seemed odd asking.

"Of course not," said the mother as she pulled a toddler into her lap.

Lucille put withered lips against the baby's cheek and kissed the delicious softness.

Tiny Truths: The Sinking One

2011-12-15T08:00:00.001-05:00

I know I should be full of joy during this season and most of the time, I am; but I've been missing my friend terribly.

The other night I went to hear her daughter sing. It was beautiful. SHE was beautiful.When we talked afterwards, she was a replica of her mother and I watched in a longing, wishing way. Later when I was alone, I wept. It came from deep within, from anger, from grief at my sweet friend missing her daughter's program and how she would've loved it. It came from knowing how young she was and how it doesn't seem fair; and for not having her there to share the moment with.

I know my grieving will continue; I'm not sure why tears surprise me. I'm learning to discover the beauty hidden in grief. It reminds me that she was real. It reminds me to soak up each moment, each song my children sing, each touch of my husband's hand and each small thing I deem as normal. I want this season to be full of soaking.

The Closing of the Year:

If I cannot bring you comfort
Then at least I bring you hope
For nothing is more precious
Than the time we have and so
We all must learn from small misfortune
Count the blessings that are real
Let the bells ring out for Christmas
At the closing of the year
Let the bells ring out for Christmas
At the closing of the year.

If I cannot bring you comfort
Then at least I bring you hope.

Now all the winter bells are ringing
Hear them echo through the snow
And the children's voices singing
on the streets so far below

This is a time to be together
And the truth is somewhere here
Within our love of people
At the closing of the year.

Knockoff Starbucks Pumpkin Bread

2011-12-14T08:00:00.000-05:00

Source

I'm crazy about Starbucks' pumpkin bread. It's so dense and delicious! I searched for a recipe and tinkered with this one to come up with something so close I call it, Knockoff Starbucks Pumpkin-Bread.

1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees F. Grease and flour bundt pan.

2. In large mixing bowl, combine sugar, eggs and oil; beat until smooth. Add water and beat until blended. Stir in pumpkin, ginger, cinnamon, allspice, and cloves.

3. In medium bowl combine flour, baking soda, salt and baking powder. Add dry ingredients to pumpkin mixture and blend just until it's all mixed. Pour batter in prepared pan.

4. Bake in preheated oven until knife comes out clean, about 1 - 1 1/2 hours.

Ingredients:

1 ½ cup sugar

1 ½ cup brown sugar

4 eggs
1 cup vegetable oil

2/3 cup water

1 15 ounce can pumpkin puree

2 teaspoons ginger

1 teaspoon cinnamon

1 teaspoon allspice

1 teaspoon ground cloves

3 ½ cups all-purpose flour

2 teaspoons baking soda

1 ½ teaspoon salt

½ teaspoon baking powder

Storytellers: A Beautiful Mess

2011-12-13T08:00:00.000-05:00

I'm so inspired by the blog of Elsie Larson called A Beautiful Mess. It's full of fashion tips, recipes and stunning photography. One of my birthday presents was her e-course, Blog Love. I devoured it! So much information. She shares in such an easy way and her tips were just what I needed to hear.

She helped me remember my blog's purpose. I don't know that I'd ever completely defined it, but when I answered her questions, it was obvious and gave me a renewed sense of vision. She showed me new ways to connect with others. I find myself going back to what's familiar and miss out on meeting new people; after reading, I stepped out of that box. She helped me understand how planning can change the way I blog. I feel relieved to have a better system now so I can share more completely from my life and heart.

I highly recommend this course; whether you want to identify your purpose, learn how to network/market, or just brainstorm fun topics for posts--this is a course you'll take tons away from.

And check out her blog, you won't be disappointed!

Much Love Monday: DIY Christmas Gifts

2011-12-12T22:09:00.000-05:00

What I'm loving today? These DIY gift ideas just in time for the holidays. Click on the photo or the link below it for instructions on how to create your own.

1. Tissue Paper Art: Homemade by Jill

2. Fabric Wrapped Bangle: VioletBella

3. Button Art: Katydiddy

4. Kid's Art: Mrs. Ricefield

5. Jingle Bell Frame: The Homeless Finch

What are you loving today?

Three Beginnings

2011-12-09T01:27:00.001-05:00

Wish I could share more about these projects, but that'll have to wait until after Christmas. Instead, I'll wish you a fabulous weekend.

Also, I'm guest posting today at Searching for Serendipity about Six Ways to be Creative with Your Little One. Hope you'll check it out!

Tiny Truths: Paint the Van

2011-12-08T08:00:00.000-05:00

photo - Violette

I've had the urge to paint our van since seeing the Glittergirl van in Violette's book Journal Bliss. Serious. Big urge. Husband's not saying no...
I *blush* went to see Breaking Dawn with my sister. OKAY, I SAID it. She made me. Not really. Sort of...but no.
I also want to see the Hunger Games (yes, I'm an adult).
As of this moment, I still don't have my Christmas tree up. Don't send Scrooge;I'll do it soon.
My son's been wishing for snow and I've been de-wishing his wish. The forecast says snow is possible this week. Guess wishing is more powerful than de-wishing.

Sister Time via Phone Camera

2011-12-07T08:00:00.000-05:00

My sister and I got some girl time this weekend. It was so needed and such a shot of happiness. We rarely get pure one-on-one time just to ourselves. She called last minute to say her family was going out of town and would I wanna come up? WOULD I??? Um, YES! I took off as soon as I could arrange everything and we spent the evening eating, talking, movie watching, talking, blog sharing, talking, book sharing, talking--we talk, a lot.

Coat + favorite scarf = static hair.

We ate Thai food. YUM-MY. This is what's left of our coconut sticky rice with ice cream. We chatted long enough to empty the restaurant several times. ;) Then off to a movie. And if you're gonna see a movie...

you're gonna want some popcorn to go with it. We didn't even make a dent.

Can't have morning without coffee. Our time went too fast. Sigh. But it was amazing. She gets me like no one else.

See tomorrow's post where I reveal some embarrassing truths.

Becoming Creative

2011-12-06T08:00:00.000-05:00

A few years ago my idea of an artist was someone who'd gone to art school and streamed artsy ideas continuously. I wasn't an artist because I wasn't either of those. Then, one night while browsing YouTube (I really don't hang out there all the time), I found a video about making art journals by a quirky girl named Suzi Blu. She made me laugh. She told me not to worry about being perfect; anyone could make art. And the way she lavished paint all over the page with no regard for what it'd become, intrigued me. I thought, what would it hurt if I just painted in an old notebook?

I slathered paint. It was FUN. It wasn't perfect or pretty but it was colorful--I was hooked. I painted several notebooks that summer and the more I painted, the more I loved it. I added girls. Not realistic girls but playful ones. They began telling stories--my stories. Ones I couldn't put words to.

Something shifted in my thoughts about being creative after that. I'd once believed only gifted people could paint or draw, or play instruments. And now, I saw with determination, anyone could. Yes, talent and passion help; but they aren't defining factors if your heart is willing.

I have a list of "Things to Learn" like descriptive writing, embroidery, sewing, crochet, gardening...on it goes. And what I've begun to see is how all of these things can be pursued in time. I may not be proficient at them. I may not teach or sell anything with them; but the growth in my soul is raised with each new skill I learn. I can appreciate all types of creativity and know each of them bring me understanding and beauty. I can admire the cake decorating skills of my daughter, drink in the beautiful words of a good book and soak up the colors of Anna Marie Horner's fabric; each of these help me see the world in a larger and yet magnified way.

Mom recently gave me an old chalk drawing I made when I was thirteen. I hung it in my hallway to remind me that creativity doesn't stop at the end of childhood. It weaves its way from the mind of a child into the depths of adulthood. May we recognize it and continue to create beauty around us.

What's your creative endeavor(s) or something you love to do?

Favorite Things: About the House

2011-12-05T08:00:00.000-05:00

A precious friend gave me this plaque for my birthday years ago. She knows me so well.

Is there such thing as too many books?

Just added ribbons to my packaging area.

Nothing like a world map to keep the traveling dreams alive (oh, and it's great for homeschooling too).

Gypsies and Shopping and Bed--Oh My!

2011-12-02T08:00:00.001-05:00

I'm LOVING the freehand embroidery hoop wall art at Three Red Apples!

Tiny Truths: YouTube Lessons

2011-12-01T08:00:00.000-05:00

I love the scent of my pillow--not the fresh just-been-washed smell but the one after a few days of sleeping on it. Much has been speculated about this within my family, for instance: does this mean I like my own smell?

I've never cooked our family's traditional Thanksgiving dressing (don't faint, Mom). It always seemed daunting to me and so far others have taken that on. But I suppose it should be on my bucket list of things to do . . . maybe.

I'm an avid speller. Except, ironically, for the simple words "their" and "friend." They always mess me up! I think it's the i-e combo.

I'm learning a song on my guitar. And when I say "a" song I mean "one". I haven't taken guitar lessons but I'm trying to figure it out (hooray for YouTube), so we'll see how this goes. I have played piano, does that translate to guitar?

I'm not a get-your-Christmas-decorations-up-by-Thanksgiving sort of girl. I'm more of a hope-to-get-them-up-by-Christmas one.

What about you? Any truths you'd care to share?

This Moment

2011-11-30T08:00:00.000-05:00

{this moment} - A soulemama Friday ritual (Wednesday for me). A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Storytellers: Letting Go

2011-11-29T08:00:00.000-05:00

I have a paradoxical relationship with control. If I'm in control = good. Someone else = bad. When things are out of control I get uneasy. Danger feels as though it's lurking close-by. But I'm learning to fight the panic of not knowing all the whens, wheres, whys, and hows. And when I'm struggling to let someone else lead, I think of Ginger.

Ginger was my Uncle's horse and the first one I ever rode. She was rightly named Ginger because of her rusty colored coat. Ladylike in her calm manner and patient ways, she allowed me many rides throughout the next few years. But on one of them, she got a whim (probably due to my poor direction) to run as far and as fast as she could. And as I pulled on the reins, I realized I was out of control.

Panic hit me and I held on with all my ten year old arms could muster. Then something happened I didn't expect. I felt what must be the most beautiful feeling in all the world. I rose into the air and when I thought I should be feeling Ginger's hooves drop, I didn't. It seemed as though we hung in the air for eternity--we were flying! For a brief second she hit ground and once again, up into the air for what seemed to my ten-year-old mind to be forever. I could see my parents and uncle running towards me but I'd changed from panic to euphoria. The wind whipped through my hair making it seem completely still and all that existed was me and Ginger. I didn't want it to end. But after a while of running, the fence grew closer and Ginger slowed.

That ride was one of the most treasured moments in my life. Afterwards, I tried endlessly to recapture it, but to no avail. And I don't know why not, perhaps it was just the magic of that day, or because I hadn't expected it, but that experience left a stamp on my heart.

So now when I feel panic rising in me and I want to control, I remember the wind in my hair and the feel of flying. I remind myself that sometimes being out of control can be euphoric.

Much Love Monday: Gift Love

2011-11-28T08:00:00.000-05:00

What I'm loving today are five of my favorite gift ideas:

Lady of the forest pendant

Faery Dust Art

Knitted slippers

denizgunes knitting

Mother-daughter dance.

Sadee Schilling Studio

Rubber ducky earrings

Oh Snuggle Me

Love heals

Lisa Ferrante's Mixed Media Love

Aren't they gorgeous? What's on your favorites list today?

Of Noble Souls

2011-11-24T08:00:00.000-05:00

Gratitude is the sign of noble souls. --Aesop

It's Thanksgiving here in the states and I have lots to be thankful for. Here's a few:

Them

Him

Her
(That's not me, it's my sister)

Them

Him

And You.

Wishing You a Happy Thanksgiving!

This Moment

2011-11-23T08:00:00.000-05:00

I love you, Fall.

Young Love (for Writing)

2011-11-22T08:00:00.000-05:00

I discovered this young author, Jenna Gustafson, on Book Dreaming and she agreed to guest post for me. I hope you'll be encouraged by her journey!

My love for writing began withbooks. I’m young enough to stillremember going up to my mom, the same books as yesterday clutched in my pudgyarms, and demanding that she read to me. Mom would give me a resigned smile and read me the stories that my brother,Jade, and I knew by heart. I’m sure mostparents out there can relate.

Books have always been my escapefrom the world, as they are for all book worms. Oh the joy of diving into someone else’s life, someone else’s tale!

I loved spinning my own tales,too. Jade and I went through a phase ofputting on “plays and musicals” for mom and dad in our basement. When I was nine, I began using journaling asmy expressive outlet. I’ve been writingever since.

Another fun fact about me: I have always loved creating challenges formyself, big or small. Could I ride a bike with no training wheels? Could I be a ballerina? Could I run over three miles? And in seventh grade, could I publish a booksuccessfully?

I suppose you could call my book, SavingFort Smoky, Experiment A. I beganweaving my story in a small seventh grade English class, in a small school, ina small town. I had a big imaginationand a big, slightly crazy idea…

Ofgetting published. Young.

Thus, I hurriedly banged out a story in three weeks time and edited itfor the “A” in English class. I didn’tstop there. Curious about the publishingworld to which I was very ignorant, I spent most of my summer on the computer. Day after day I researched publishers untilmy eyes fell out of my head. Slowly, Ilearned the loop holes and labyrinths of getting accepted by a publisher. I learned what publishers were scams. I eventually found Tate Publishing.

Another key trait I developedthroughout this time of research was persuasion. Just imagine, one day your kid strolls in anddeclares that they are going to publish their homework into a book. You smile and nod, knowing that this newfounddetermination and interest in being an author will probably fade. Except, three months later, the passion stillhasn’t died, and they present to you some publishers. In a spreadsheet they present to you the prosand cons of each company, and more importantly, how much money each are wantingfor the publishing. Money is not to betaken lightly in this economical age, and let me tell you, it took a lot ofhard work and presentations to persuade mom and dad to part with a good amount of money in honor of my dream.

At the time, that is all thepublished version of Saving Fort Smoky was; a dream. Then I received a contract with TatePublishing, a good Christian company. Wesigned on with them.

The next couple of months were ablur of editing, layout, design, illustration, and web design. I came out on the other side happy, with mynew book in my hand. It waswonderful. I dove right into marketingwith a determined and passionate mindset.

I sold, sold, sold, mainly aroundmy community at craft shows. Believe me,it isn’t glamorous work, and readersdidn’t beat a path to my table, but I was confident that writing, written by akid, would be gobbled up by another kid. The hard work is reaching your readers.

Eventually, I ran out of work in myarea. Now I’m relying on you guys tohelp me sell. The Internet is a wholelot bigger than my small area in Montana, and I have no clue where tobegin. So thank you for helping me out. J

My experiment has almost worked, and I have almost broken even. I hope to write a real, well- written novelby the time I’m a freshman in college.

Lastly, please remember this allcame to be because I gave myself a challenge. An experiment, to see if I could actually do what most adults only dreamof.

Dear Adults,

QUIT DREAMING. I didthis “experiment” to not only prove something to myself, but to show peoplethat accomplishments are not acquired by a magic potion, gobs of money, or a major in persuasion. All you have to do is try. After all…

“The worst thingone can do is not to try, to be aware of what one wants and not give in to it,to spend years in silent hurt wondering if something could have materialized -and never knowing” - David Viscott

Good luck to fellowauthors and writers!

You can buy Jenna's book from Tate Publishing or Amazon!

Much Love Monday: No-Bake Energy Bites

2011-11-21T01:22:00.000-05:00

What I'm loving today:

No-Bake Energy Bites from Smashed Peas and Carrots. Seriously, I make these and they are gone! My family's crazy about 'em.

This Advent Calendar from Domestifluff. Isn't it adorable? I love all the patterned paper and wonky numbers.

This turkey cake pop from Mrs. Ricefield makes me laugh.

Braids. I've always been crazy about braids but this style (and tutorial) from A Beautiful Mess, is over-the-top AWESOME!!

This darling heart banner from The House Creative. Yes, maybe it's more for Valentine's day but how cute would it be decorating a tree or window for Christmas?

That it's my birthday! Have a cupcake on me. :)

What are you loving this Monday?

Without Words

2011-11-18T01:45:00.001-05:00

I love the simple beauty of a background. When I feel stuck, playing with backgrounds is my chisel. It cuts away all the voices of perfectionism and allows me to just enjoy paint on my hands (and hair--according to my daughter). I've got an idea for words on this one, but nothing's solid. For now, it's a wordless canvas bursting with patterned color and that's enough.

(Sorry for the poor photo quality. I'm still struggling to understand this camera. Yes, the manual would be a good place to start but, phffft, who reads that? ;)

Hope you have a wonderful weekend!

Afraid to Hope

2011-11-17T01:00:00.000-05:00

Sterile walls met me like an unwanted antagonist and I hated their familiarity.

Carrying food to a worried family, I tried to hope for them but failed. Their father teetered close to death and my previous hopes had ended in a final farewell. I attempted prayer without faith to uphold it. Dropping bags onto the waiting room table, I hugged a tearful daughter and left with a heavy heart.

I didn't want to face death again. I didn't want to see beautiful people lose someone they loved. Emotions I'd packed neatly away fell from their high shelves and shattered. I begged. I fought. And finally in defeat, I waited for the horrid call.

A week later I got a text. He was awake, speaking. and laughing. He'd made it. Staring at my phone in disbelief, I wept for joy. I wept for renewed hope.

Try Something New

2011-11-16T08:00:00.000-05:00

A few weeks back, the doctor called with concerns about my health. Fortunately they were easy fixes, but it got my attention. Not long after that I found Amanda's blog challenge which encouraged me to start walking again.

Two problems:
1. It's cold outside.
2. I'm really good at making excuses.

So I tricked myself.

Instead of walking outside, I started walking inside. Not in a gym but in my house. I have a circular layout and it affords me the smallish but amiable space to circle around until my time is up. I put on my earphones and warn the kids to stay out of my path (which they're really good at). Now I have no excuses. Rain? I can walk. Snow? I can walk. Kids fighting too much to leave alone? I can walk. Heck, I can walk in pajamas if I want to.

I'm outsmarted. I've set up a system without a life boat to jump ship.

Bwahahaha!

And ironically walking inside has led me to notice things I'd been overlooking:
A book I'd lost sitting in the bookshelves.
Artwork from 30 years ago hanging on the walls.
The sweet faces of my children as they work close-by.

It's given me a warmth, a renewal of gratefulness for the things I love. I finish my walk inspired for the day and ready to accomplish whatever the morning holds for me.

What about you? Have you tried something new lately?

Interview with Photographer & Ghost Hunter: Paul Bradford

2011-11-15T08:00:00.000-05:00

Photo Paul Bradford

When did you begin doing photography?
I've always had a creative streak, but photography really began for me in high school. I studied both Art & Design and Photography at advanced level. After leaving school I started work at a portrait study in London, however that career choice was short lived and I ended up working in retail. Photography then became more a hobby of mine.

What's the most fascinating subject you've ever shot?
I've been lucky enough to travel the world, see amazing things and experience many different cultures. While travelling I snap away, seeing beauty in the strangest of places. For me to choose one thing is very difficult, I've witnessed a rainbow at night while in New Zealand (something that is extremely rare, it is actually called a Moonbow) , in Malaysia I found some strange cocoon that was completely reflective like a mirror, so much so that I saw myself in its reflection. In Trinidad I witnessed hundreds of bats, swooping down to the water, catching small fish. There's so many other things which I've photographed and documented that I've either placed in my book "Wish you were here" or will be in the next book that I'm currently working on.

Photo Paul Bradford

You've traveled extensively, where is your favorite place?
Again, its difficult to choose one place, one of the advantages of travelling with Ghost Hunters International is that we do end up in the strangest of places, locations off the beaten track. But one place that does stand out is Belize I saw some of the most amazing things there. A Mayan Cave with fossilised skeletal remains, rock formations that have taken hundreds of years to form, a river than ran throughout, 20ft deep in some places. I think one of the real challenges was getting my camera equipment in to the cave without it getting wet and damaged. As well as the fact I was so far underground that there was no light at all, so any photography I took required a lot of creativity.

If money were no problem, where would you vacation next?
You know what, as silly as it sounds, I would just like to take my family to Orlando for the week. Visit Disney world and Universal studios. I'm hoping one day for that to happen, money is however always the deciding factor. But to see the face of my daughter when she meets Mickey mouse for the first time, see the Islands of adventure that is a picture that would put the rest of mine to shame, but one that I wouldn't want to miss for the world.

Photo Paul Bradford

Do your other interests/hobbies cross over into your photography?

I think the Ghost Hunting is probably the major crossover, I mean if not for the show I wouldn't have had the chance to visit the places I've been to, seen the sights I've seen or witnessed the wonders of the world. It truly is an amazing planet with some of the most incredible things to see.

Is there anything else you'd like to add?

I have both a book and calendar available for purchase and I'm currently working on a second book, I've a handful of signed copies of my first, which can be purchased directly from me, anyone interested can email me at creepyhollowghg@gmail.com the book is $25 the Calendar is $20. You can also purchase them at http://www.mywishyouwerehere.com. (NOTE: Changed on 11/19/22 to show correct web address)

Read about Paul's Doctor Who fascination here.

Much Love Monday: Inspiration Wire

2011-11-14T01:54:00.001-05:00

What I'm loving today:

My inspiration wire. I've been meaning to show it to you for awhile. It's ever changing. Hanging on this section is a Kelly Rae Roberts magnet, a "soar"ing quote, red dress, and carefree swinging.
Pirates of the Caribbean symphony. Arr, it was phenomenal!
The Rhythm of Family by Amanda Blake Soule with Stephen Soule.
That I survived my talk for the fundraiser. ;)
$5 Dollar Dinners.

What are you loving today?

Not Crying

2011-11-10T23:59:00.001-05:00

Still plugging away at this one, but I haven't got it right yet.

Tonight I'll be sharing the story behind four of my paintings at a fundraiser for Food for Thought, a local group who feeds the homeless. Displaying my art is one thing, but speaking makes me nervous. And I have this annoying habit of getting teary-eyed when I'm nervous. It's not that I'm crying (no, seriously), but it looks like that. SO ANNOYING. Anyways, I hope to get past my fear and share from the heart for such a great cause.

Wish me luck and have a wonderful weekend!

Even the Messy

2011-11-09T23:42:00.000-05:00

When I stood at the edge of teenhood, I pined for being old enough to babysit. Mrs. Chaney took me under her wing and instructed me in the secrets of childcare.

She knew exactly how to tend to little ones. I watched her sooth the fussiest child and put to sleep the non-sleeper. She never had favorites; they were all her favorite. She oozed love in her tender touch and lullabies.

And it didn't stop with the little ones; she loved me too. She never raised her voice or panicked about my lack of knowledge. She instructed gently and kindly. She didn't humiliate me for not wanting to clean an extremely messy diaper, or wipe spit-up. Instead, she graciously held the most difficult child and allowed me the easy ones.

Eventually, I understood what she'd shown me by example. That all children are beautiful. All children need love. Even the messy. Even the difficult. Even me.

Among the Birds

2011-11-09T08:00:00.000-05:00

Giving thanks for many happy childhood hours spent climbing trees and sitting among the birds.

Watching Over

2011-11-08T08:00:00.000-05:00

As I remind him to wear a coat because it's cold outside; his face falls. I've belittled him. He's eleven, not five.

It's a habit, this routine of watching over them. Of asking if they're hungry, and are they sure. Do they want a jacket or (heaven forbid) my wrap?

Our friends had a family emergency this week and I offered to watch their girls. Sweet ages, nine, four and two. So very sweet. Requiring blissful watching over. I reminded the girls to wear their coats and wipe their noses.

And I was thrilled to see my babies watch over them too. They bounced the girls gently on the trampoline, submitted to four-year-old storylines in Barbieland, and put tiny shoes on tiny feet. I saw what snuck up on me these past years--they've grown. They're wiser, stronger forms of themselves. They don't need my help like they used to. Instead, they long for respect of who they've become.

I want to give them that respect.

So next time my son heads for the chilly outdoors,
I'll attempt not to shout after him about a coat.

He's eleven after all, not five.

Much Love Monday: Laini's Ladies

2011-11-06T22:59:00.000-05:00

What I'm loving lately:

This ornament hanging by my writing chair reminding me to "Live Out Loud". She's one of Laini's Ladies.
Flocks of birds on wires.
Artful Blogging magazine.
Soulemama
Galoshes
This walking challenge.

What are you loving today?

Much Love Monday is a weekly blog post series, intended to start off each week with some positivity instead of the typical Monday blues!

A Room of Her Own

2011-11-04T11:25:00.000-04:00

I painted more on Graffiti Love this week, but I had trouble capturing what I'd done in a photograph so I'm going to share my studio instead. It isn't much, but I am SO thankful for this little room of my own.

To the right of my art table is a large picture window that overlooks my porch. To the left of the peach chair is the living room where MUCH living happens. And I'm in the big middle of it.

By day, my kids are in and out talking, asking questions, sharing together. By night, it's quiet and thought-provoking--time for me to focus.

I would love to highlight each the little thing and share what it all means to me but alas, I'm out of time. I'll save that for another day.

Inspired by Amanda Soule's blog, A Friday ritual. A few photos - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

And

A Win-Less Standoff

2011-11-03T02:36:00.004-04:00

We stare wordless in a win-less standoff.

The angle of her brow reminds me of past years. A vision of her five-year-old pout and unsuccessful attempts to cross her arms play across my mind. I smile at the memory.

She raises an eyebrow quizzically. An unsure grin sneaks from the corner of her lips.

A snicker escapes mine.

Soon we're sharing our wounds from a cozier distance at the kitchen table. Apologies are made. She's my girl once again.

And I'm thankful disagreements can morph into forgiveness.

Storytellers: JeMa

2011-11-01T08:00:00.000-04:00

JeMa and Catherine

This is JeMa. She and her husband sold their house, left their hometown and are now traveling the states in an RV with their four children. (I find this incredibly romantic!) You can read their journey on her blog Hair in the Air. She passed through my town this weekend and we spent a beautiful afternoon visiting (four hours to be exact)! Non-stop talking--like we'd known each other for ages. It was a beautiful connection!

Photo by JeMa

JeMa's doing a public art project called Inspire to Inspire. She painted the outline of a monarch butterfly on their RV and is coloring it in with decals. Each decal represents one person and three things that inspire them. (You can add to her project by telling what inspires you on the Inspire to Inspire website and she'll attach your decal) JeMa said one of her favorite parts of the project is seeing someone add a decal to the vehicle with hesitancy at first and then with childlike wonder. It's an awakening to understand we are all creatives, only diverse in what quickens our hearts.

I'm overwhelmingly thankful for JeMa and her creative spirit! Speaking of thanks, I hope you'll check out my Give Thanks page. I'm taking the month of November to appreciate what normally doesn't capture my notice.

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Goodbye October

2011-10-31T14:19:00.000-04:00

I can't believe October has come to an end. It's been such a beautiful month with the Fall weather, splashes of color on leaves, and smoky chimneys.

Looking forward to a spooky night with my three little pumpkins. Wishing you all a Happy Halloween!

Graffiti Love

2011-10-28T00:01:00.000-04:00

This week I've been painting Graffiti Love.

Snacking on Autumn apples.

Capturing fallen leaves.

Beginning a banner.

Wishing you a wonderful weekend. Be sure to check out all the beautiful paintings at Paint Party Friday!

Of Tender Sons

2011-10-25T08:00:00.000-04:00

I watch my husband answer a phone call awakened out of needed sleep. In the tender way he answers, I know it's his mother. She has nothing vital that needed saying, just a friendly ear to listen. Her elderly excitement is all about what she accomplished that morning. He lays back on the pillow adding small affirmations along the way as she chatters in his ear.

He didn't have to listen. He could've told her he'd been sleeping and would talk later, or quickly rushed off the phone; but he didn't. That's the kind of son he is.

I watch my son walk to me first thing in the morning. He sits on the edge of the recliner and wraps his arms around me mumbling a good morning. He knows I love this greeting. I hold him tight for an extra long time. He doesn't recoil, he allows me my added minutes.

He didn't have to hug me. He could've shouted good morning from his room or simply met me at the breakfast table, but he didn't. That's the kind of son he is.

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The Playfulness of Blue

2011-10-21T02:39:00.000-04:00

Background of a work-in-progress

I discover blue over and over in my paintings. I'm not sure if it's the calming and peaceful aura it brings or just because I love almost every hue of it. But lately, with the contrast of vibrant skies and brightly colored leaves, I can't get enough of this color!

The air has turned even cooler here. I turned the heater on last night; probably a bit too early. I'm somewhat cold-natured and tend to require the heater before others do. Although, I was layered with a long sleeve tee, a sweatshirt, flannel pajamas, thick knitted socks and a heavy comforter. So it wasn't like I was in summer wear. (Okay fine, I'm a wimp!)

The schools here are out for Fall break, so my kids begged for some fun too. We've been staying up late and sleeping in; drinking Chai tea lattes, playing board games, and going to the dollar movies. LOVE these times!

Wishing you a wonderful weekend full of laughter and precious moments.

Storytellers: Laura Bray

2011-10-18T08:00:00.000-04:00

Since this is Storyteller's Tuesday, I wanted to share Laura Bray's story from Katydiddy's. She inspires me!

I wanted to be a hairdresser and drive a Trans Am. That was my first childhood dream. After receiving a set of Fashion Plates ® for my tenth birthday, I changed my mind and wanted to be a fashion designer. That dream stuck with me until a very mean high school teacher informed me that I had no artistic talent. I ended up getting an MBA and owning a Human Resources firm instead. In 2005, I had my daughter and my life completely changed. At 35, I was forced to take a hard look at what I was doing with my life and realized that I still wanted to do something creative. I worked through the damage that was done by my wicked art teacher (and my own misconceptions about what I was capable of) and have been sewing, creating, entertaining, and designing ever since.

Since embarking on my career as a professional craft designer and lifestyle expert, I've found more joy in my life. I love sharing my creative adventures with other woman as we all try to find ways to bring creativity to every aspect of our lives.

This summer I took an ecourse from Laura on Multiple Streams of Income. I'm not a planner. Let's just be upfront about that. My attitude about starting an online business up until that point had been hit and miss. Laura asked me what I truly wanted to accomplish. Teaching? Helping others with their business? Spreading beauty into the world? She encouraged me to assess my reasons which helped me determine my goals. Her plan was simple. Check out her ebooks through the link (under the picture) on my right sidebar. (Note: I receive a small commission from any books sold through the link on my blog)

I'm joining Storytellers today. Click on the button below to read more artists stories or to add your own. (P.S. Sadee with Storytellers lives in Germany, so sometimes there's a delay between my posting and hers)

Much Love Monday: Library Love

2011-10-17T11:06:00.000-04:00

What I'm loving today:

My new (to me) camera! It was given to us by a friend but needed a few parts. Brilliant hubby found them and fixed it. Now to get through the manual so I'll know how to work this thing...
Dropping temperatures. It's been cool but getting colder. Sweaters and boots, here I come!
Experiments. My family and a group of others are doing some experiments to move toward living simply and helping local (and global) communities. Our first assignment was to write 10 things we're thankful for each day for seven days--and no repeats. It's been fun each morning to write about what I'm thankful for today.
Pumpkins. I love pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin bread, and pumpkin seeds. I've got a recipe for pumpkin granola that I'm itching to try. If it turns out, I'll share it with you.
The library. It's always been a magical place to me. Tons of books lining shelves just waiting for me to read. And I've got a pile of them right now, just in time for evenings wrapped in an afghan.

Love Extravagantly

2011-10-14T00:00:00.000-04:00

Imperfect Prose: The Truth

2011-10-12T21:06:00.000-04:00

I sit here trying to write out my thoughts but all that comes to me is sporadic pieces. So guess what you're getting? A bullet-in post.

I haven't painted for a week.
I haven't written either (on the book, that is).
Those two things make me feel like I'm doing nothing.
But I have been doing stuff. Traveling, visiting with family and friends, keeping and caring for my grandmother, planning meals, reading, schooling my kids, laundry, cleaning, parenting, sorting out bills...
Why don't I count these things?
I have a stack of five sewing books from the library sitting on my desk and I'm not sure why I checked them out. I don't even own a sewing machine.
Maybe I want to have more stuff to do that I don't do so I can heap on the guilt.
Or maybe I'm overly hopeful that I'll have time to learn.
My grandmother's staying with me this week. She's in the quiet stages of dementia. She's precious and happy to sit reading her Bible, working word searches or watching Andy Griffith.
I'd like to be that way, happy with simple things.
I need to be content with my beautiful life.

The Smile of a Structural Engineer

2011-10-11T08:00:00.000-04:00

I followed him through the yard and around the house. Teetering as he stepped, his eyes scanned every nook and cranny. His shirt tucked neatly into his western belt-buckled jeans and a whiff of after-shave trailed him. He perused my rooftop, and paused. He explained the damage in a loud voice as if talking over a noise.

I stared at him mesmerized. Not because of what he was saying, although it was dire enough I listened, but because of his laugh and good-natured teasing sprinkled among all he said. His facial features, the twinkle in his eyes, and the way his smile curled to one side reminded me of my sweet Papaw. I couldn't help feeling a connection to this structural engineer.

After he delivered bad news about our house, I asked him what he would suggest we do. He gave me his winning smile and wise advice. It felt like grandfather-granddaughter stuff; I struggled not to tear up. He gave a few last words and walked to the door calling good-bye to my kids. I walked him out and thanked him for his time, secretly trying to prolong our conversation.

I wanted to hug him. It was with great restraint that I didn't. He waved as he walked to his truck and I reluctantly went back inside.

My eldest daughter was watching me.

Guiltily, I explained, "He reminded me of--"

"I know," she said, still staring.

"I almost hugged him," I confessed.

She smiled. "Yeah, I know; I could see it on your face." She pulled me to her and hugged me tight.

Papaw's Girl

Papaw's handwriting is hidden in the background.When he gardened, he always wore a straw hat.

He was known for his big ears and overalls. I loved them. So I added ears and braids in memory of my favorite farmer.

I'm joining Storytelling Tuesday where Sadee explores how story impacts artists of all kinds (writers, painters, quilters, musicians, etc). For more stories (or to add your own) click on the button below.

Masquarade

2011-10-07T01:07:00.000-04:00

Masquarade

This is the girl I began a few weeks ago and here is the (almost) finished product. Unfortunately I didn't take a picture after I put lights on the Ferris wheel. It softened considerably. Now my camera's not cooperating so I won't be able to show you. Ah well...

Hope you have a wonderful weekend!

Imperfect Prose: Imperfect Self

2011-10-05T16:17:00.000-04:00

I hate this picture.

Why? Because I look ridiculous. But I'm sharing it as a way to show my imperfect self. I'm learning to embrace and see the beauty in imperfections.

This year I've undergone a journey of acknowledging my fears. Fears of being unloved or rejected. Fears of not measuring up in someone else's eyes. And I've asked myself, each time I feel those frantic thoughts, why? What am I fearing?

When I sift through the trail of thoughts to the deep hidden lie I've believed; I'm able to release it through prayer and awareness. True love throws out all fear. My process has been hard. It's been painful. There are moments I want to quit asking the questions and run! But running has never got me where I want to go, only kept me circling.

It's only when I look deep within and truthfully state what it is I fear that I'm able to let go of fear and accept true love. The irony is that I'm able to give love now without the ropes of fear constraining me. I don't take things as personally anymore. I can love for love's sake without demanding something in return. I'm able to speak truth without fearing ridicule; because the ridicule of others doesn't define me. I still have a long way to go; I battle fears everyday. But I'm aware and changing.

To Tell a Story: Ron Weasley

2011-10-04T08:00:00.000-04:00

Do you remember how I wasn't a dog lover until I found out I was? (If not, see story here)

Fast forward to June.

My daughter asked for another dog. Again. And again. And yet, again. I kept saying no. I felt too maxed, too vulnerable. I'd lost too much. We drove to the coffee shop and what was taped to the cash register? A picture of free puppies. A CUTE picture of FREE puppies. Yes, I know they're never really free but...

My daughter gave me her puppy dog eyes.

I said no. But I contemplated it. I thought how I'd never given the first dog, Tally, a chance. I didn't willingly embrace her or try to care; it just sort of happened. I thought about my sweet friend who I missed already with a dreaded hole in my heart. She loved dogs. LOVED them. She would've told me to get one.

I informed my daughter I'd go with her to look but not to expect anything.

Who was I kidding?

We drove out in the far country and up a dirt road to a sweet lady trying to save puppies. The puppies were gray, silver and brown. Except one. He was red.

My daughter picked him up and cradled him in her arms the way I cradle every baby I'm allowed to hold. She kissed him and petted him. She handed him to me.

He looked up in my face. He didn't cry or wriggle. He just sank against my chest like he belonged there. I didn't want to love him. I didn't want to need him.

But I did. Tears sprang to my eyes.

"I'm naming him Ron Weasley," my daughter said with a twinkle in her eye. She knew I'd like that.

She was right.

He's five months old. And I love him.

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Much Love Monday: Confetti Popcorn

2011-10-03T01:13:00.000-04:00

What I'm loving today:

The Corn Popper, a fun little shop I recently discovered. They've got almost any flavor popcorn you could imagine. For my daughter's party, we had three sweet choices and three salty ones: watermelon, strawberry and confetti; white cheddar, pizza and cool ranch. I assumed I'd be tempted by the sweet flavors but it turns out the salty ones were my weakness. WARNING: Popcorn is addictive!

This book! I gobbled it up over the weekend!!

My China Cabinet turned Art Supplies Cabinet.

What are you loving today?

Shine

2011-09-30T02:42:00.000-04:00

You may be broken, tired or lonely, but gold shimmers in you.

Some will not see it.

Just as some can't see the moon in the brightness of day.

It's in darkness, the deepest black, that the moon radiates.

And so may you. Shine.

Beautiful Words Make Me Weep

2011-09-28T08:00:00.000-04:00

This is the book trailer of Angela Fested. The music along with her words made me turn to mush. Her poetry chapbook is coming out in January. It's called CLEAVE and it's going to be published by Finishing Line Press, which is a small publisher. The print run is determined by the number of preorders and the preorder period officially started yesterday. In celebration of all this, she's giving away a $25 Amazon gift card on her blog here! (She has a book review and the giveaway details are located just under that) Let her know what you thought of her book trailer!

To Tell a Story

2011-09-27T08:00:00.000-04:00

I love stories.

Well...that's an understatement. I devour stories, drinking them up with slurps of satisfaction. And as much as I love a page-turner; a real person's story is even more fascinating to me which is probably why I loved Eat, Pray, Love and Julie and Julia. Uncovering the layers of a person and hearing how they arrived where they are is endlessly intriguing.

I think any story ultimately tells something about us. If yours differs from mine, you open my eyes to new ideas. If our stories are alike, I feel a kinship that someone else in the world feels as I do.

This week I encountered a man that's changing the world one experiment at a time. It began when he and his family decided to sell half their belongings and give to those in need all across the globe. When friends heard of this idea, they wanted to join and the group grew to thirty people. Now there are groups all across America joining them.

I was so taken with his story. I thought about my stuff--not necessarily top of the line, but still could be sold for something and given to good causes. Hesitantly, I glanced at my bookcases and thought of all the books I'd have to sell to whittle them down to half. I'm ashamed to say I cringed. But my next thought went to the tsunami survivors, hungry children and victims of the world; couldn't I give up my precious books for them? My heart softened.

Maybe over time, instead of leaving tons of stuff for my kids to shift through when I die; I'll leave them with stories.

(I've linked to Sadee Schilling's Picturebook blog, and if you'd like to read more stories click the typewriter icon at the top of the page)

Much Love Monday: Dancing to the Beat of a Bongo

2011-09-26T00:37:00.000-04:00

This week I'm celebrating the birth of my second born--my baby girl. She dances to her own beat; always.

I love:

her amazing voice and ability to break out into song at any moment
her organization skills and serious determination
her silliness
her laugh; which she uses often
her tender heart and pied-piper ability to draw children to her

And I hope she always dances to the bongo beat inside her soul.

Work in Progress and a WINNER!

2011-09-23T13:36:00.002-04:00

This is what I'm working on right now. Her mask looks more like glasses in this photo, but don't worry, it's going to get fancier and glitzy-er! Can you tell I'm LOVING fall with those colors?

Thanks to everyone who commented on my new Etsy shop and entered the contest! This whole week has been exciting. And now...the winner of my free print (picked by random number generator) is:

LAZY GIRL!

Congratulations! I'll be contacting you about where I need to send it.

Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!

Blogging: The Virtual Magazine

2011-09-21T08:00:00.011-04:00

Photo by Steve Denton

The thing I love about reading blogs is that it's like having your own virtual magazine where you choose what types of articles you want to read and even get to interact with the authors! Here are some of my recent favorites:

Violet Bella's awesome (and easy) tutorial on crafting a stylish fringe shirt.
Pam makes freezer cooking seem easy.
Adorable coasters created from recycled sweaters.
If you love Lisa Ferrante's art, you'll enjoy her first youtube video.
Shelley's "completely humiliating" author photos had me laughing. Brave woman, this one.

And don't forget to sign up for your chance to win a free print here!

Much Love Monday: Prints for Sale!

2011-09-19T08:00:00.002-04:00

I'll be honest, I've been hesitant to do it. I've had an Etsy shop for over a year and I'm just now putting up prints. There were lots of fear boulders to climb; I didn't feel ready (ie. not good enough, not artsy enough, not prepared enough). I was being an utter perfectionist about how the prints looked and finally just had to be honest that I was afraid to list my work.

Not wanting to be a coward, I challenged myself with a deadline--to have something up by the end of the weekend. With trembling hands, I reached my goal. The canyon has been jumped and prints are up! (See there's proof--an Etsy mini on the sidebar) I'll continue to add to the store, but for now I'm relieved to have taken my first baby steps.

In celebration of the Grand Opening, I'm giving away a free print! If you're interested, browse my shop and leave a comment here telling me the print you'd like. I'll announce a winner on Friday.

Balance

2011-09-16T01:06:00.002-04:00

It's hard to keep everything in balance (note the crooked balls on her head). I created this piece awhile back when things felt completely out of balance. Tonight the temperature is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (thanks WriteStuff). I feel happy. I never knew weather could affect me so much until this year, and apparently, I feel joyful in cooler weather.

Fall represents beginnings to me. It was when I was born, when I started school, and when I met my husband.

Juggling all life throws at you is difficult, but I'm glad to be alive and able to try.

Balance is taking that breath. Appreciating what you've got and moving forward. It's saying no to some things and yes to others.

I keep this little girl named Balance close to me, hanging on the lamp between my art table and bookshelves. She reminds me to remember the treasures I have of health, family and faith.

What keeps you in balance?

A Shine of Rainbows

2011-09-15T08:00:00.002-04:00

photo from: onemoviefiveviews.wordpress.com

I watched A Shine of Rainbows last weekend and I must say, I want to BE her. She pounces in rain puddles. I wanna pounce in rain puddles. She wears layers of color--the vivid kind; and sweaters with shawls. This may make me sound really old, but I LOVE shawls. And boots. And galoshes. She dares to do what others don't. In my life, I've been more of the safe-cautious sort, but the older I get the more I see the lack in that. I want my kids to remember me playing with them, laughing and doing crazy things. Memorable things. Simple things. Amazing things. I want the main character in my story to jump off the page.

Now off to the thrift store to find a red shawl.

Easy Bench Re-Do

2011-09-13T08:00:00.003-04:00

1. This is the weathered bench from my friend's porch. I modge-podged various scrapbook papers onto the top. Kept them large which I don't normally do, but wanted to keep some of the written pieces in tact so I kept everything aligned in scale.

2. Then I dabbed on layers of paint and modeling paste. I wanted the wood to peek through in places, but also wanted enough coverage to be colorful. It took awhile because I had trouble getting the colors the way I wanted.

3. Finally it debuted on the porch. I added the sweater pillows and voila! It's a cozy place to gather with my family or to step out for a quiet morning with coffee and computer.

**Taking these photos was a hoot because my camera screen is broken (since last weekend - sniff). I was guessing my shots as I took them and had to wait until they were downloaded to see them. It made for quite the picture adventure.

Much Love Monday: Porches

2011-09-05T01:31:00.011-04:00

Taken from Flicker click here for link

I love porches.

My sweet friend used to have many gatherings on her porch. It was a place of refuge, sharing and laughter. Her family recently gave me some of her things because they're moving and can't keep it all. One of them is a bench. I'm planning to spruce it up and use it as seating on my porch as a tribute to her. I also got some sweater pillows she made. I think I mentioned once about her collection of pillows. She loved them! She could make a pillow out of any stray fabric. These particular pillows were made from thrift store sweaters (wish I could show them to you, but my camera broke this weekend). I also received some of her beautiful scarves and an old china cabinet that now houses my art supplies.

I'm grateful for things I can see and hold that give me a connection to her but it's bittersweet.

What are you loving today?

FREE

2011-09-02T08:00:00.006-04:00

I'm learning lots about being free. It started by letting go of blame, false guilt, and control. I'm finding freedom in love and honesty. The ropes are torn, my wings are ready.

Soul Window Wednesday: On Being Naive

2011-08-31T08:00:00.042-04:00

My Favorite Four

In the start of my young adult life I only dreamed of two seemingly simple things: someone to spend my life with, and children. I got both. Neither were simple.

Marriage doesn't guarantee being smitten for eternity. I assumed my husband would find me gorgeous in every circumstance. That he would swoon over my amazing intellect and stand with jaw-dropped at my unprecedented ideas. Not shockingly, that didn't play out. I've found marriage to be like a river. It can move rapid and give a thrill you never imagined possible. It can move so slow you're tempted to jump ship. It can twist to surprise you. It can drop into a wildly whirling bit of life and make you frantic to hang on.

My husband and I were warned before our wedding about the work involved in making a marriage succeed. But we were lovestruck and sure we wouldn't be those people--our love was so deep nothing would shake it.

Year One: Shaken.

In marriage, you come to know someone so well they become like a worn, comfortable shoe. And sometimes you forget to notice the design and unique make-up of it. You take it for granted. Then one day you go barefoot and realize how much you miss those shoes. You remember what a treasure you have, and vow never to take them for granted again. That scenario plays itself out over and over throughout marriage and each time, you get a little less vulnerable to forget.

Mothering isn't simple either. The innocence of a child can make you cry and their uncensored honesty can bring you to your knees. But, they're selfish too. Your own ticks and foibles show up everyday in little mirrors hanging onto your legs. You know you need to let go of selfishness to guide them into doing the same, but it isn't easy to get rid of.

Nothing is simple. It takes courage to walk in the reality of your dreams. I assume my future dreams will have their own reality. Until then, I'll rest in being naive.

Much Love Monday: Little Mister

2011-08-29T08:00:00.004-04:00

He's my baby, and he's turning eleven this week.

I love how:

He yells miscellaneous words like "potato chips" just to see if I'll laugh (I always do).
He can make a Lego war stretch across his entire room.
He's sweet about letting me taking pictures of him (even forming a hand-heart for Much Love Monday).
He gets talkative when I say good-night.
He's named after a book character (poor little son of literary freaks--no, it's not Harry).
He's still willing to give me hugs (just not in public).

I love you, little Mister!

Dreaming of Ireland

2011-08-26T01:19:00.003-04:00

When I dream of Ireland, I can't help but be enchanted. I love imagining the magic there. With the Irish luck, Irish temper, and rumors of faeries--not to mention rolling hills, ancient castles and beautiful songs, who could resist?

Someday. Some day.

Filling Time Pockets

2011-08-24T08:00:00.002-04:00

It's amazing what can be done in small pockets of time. If I was more organized and able to align my day by the minute, I would get so much accomplished. But since I'm far from that, I've learned to capture the pockets of ten minutes, fifteen minutes or more. They usually happen in the waiting. I hate waiting. This helps me not hate it so much.

During the day when I'm at an interval; I snatch my opportunity. I drip paint, imagine a character or outline a face. And if I'm out, I can still write an idea, scribble a theme, or capture a color palette.

Pouring creativity into the crevices of life helps me accomplish my goals while adding pleasure to the mundane.

How do you fill your pockets?

The Thing About Surprises is...

2011-08-22T01:15:00.001-04:00

The thing about surprises is...they're surprising.

Last week we got a shock when we found out, due to new policies, our daughter couldn't return to her school. She was devastated. We were shocked. It took awhile to sink in. After much consideration, we decided to homeschool her (along with our other two who were already homeschooling).

Although it'll take her a while to adjust, I'm excited about having her home.

I love that we'll get to start later in the morning than we would've.
I love how she'll get to delve into her interests more fully (because frankly, it takes a lot less time to teach 3 students versus 23).
I love that I'll get to introduce her to my favorite books for literature.

What are you loving today?

A Day in the Life

2011-08-17T08:00:00.008-04:00

coaxing my kids from their beds

coaxing me from the house

i do believe in fairies!

doctor's waiting room = quiet reading getaway

Sunday Scribblings: Moving Forward?

2011-08-13T23:18:00.003-04:00

You know those people who have their life planned out? I'm not one of them. Although, I often wanna be.

Goals are my nemesis. I set them like a gnome in the yard and feel them laughing at me. But something's happened this year, I've actually achieved a few.

Wha???

I know! It's odd. And I have this feeling *crosses fingers* that I might be moving forward. This may be my year to lurch ahead--to grab onto the horns of my dreams and FLY!!

Okay, I'm getting carried away. Which is why I usually don't reach my goals in the first place. I set them too high--way above the clouds of possibility. So let me come back down to earth.

Ahem. This may be my year to achieve three goals. Why three? I don't know...maybe because there are three acts in a play; three problems in a story or three pigs in a fairytale (or because I've already achieved two).

Whatever the reason, the winds of change are--changing. And for once I'm moving with them.

What about you? Are you goal oriented, anti-goals or somewhere in between? Are you moving forward?

Rain Dance

2011-08-12T08:00:00.010-04:00

Rain Dance

The last weeks of summer are upon us. We've been melting here in the Midwest with the longest high temps in the history of the states and finally, FINALLY, it rained! It poured!! I've never been so happy to see water falling from the sky. Right now it's 87 degrees and I can't wipe the smile off my face. This painting is a celebration of gorgeous rain. I had so much fun creating it with tons of drips like the rain dripping down my window. Here's an "in progress" pic:

Check out more art fun at Paint Party Friday and Pink Saturday:

Truth Thursday: Supergirl

2011-08-04T06:00:00.002-04:00

Ready for some truths?

A week without my kids revealed how boring I am. ;) But I did manage to get four paintings finished.
P (my youngest daughter above) is helping me clean out. She's brutal. She's like the Supergirl of organization. She has a look that says, "Really, Mom? You're keeping THAT?" I'm usually shamed into putting it in the giveaway box.
I'm organized in odd ways that aren't helpful. For example: my craft ribbons are meticulously arranged in their shoebox vs. the pile of undone laundry waiting to be washed. In my attempt to get better, I'm letting Flylady help me.
On my time off my sister and I went shopping; I bought four dresses for under $30 at a store named EcoChic. I'm not normally a dress girl, but they were just so comfortable, cheap and cute I had to get them. I wanna go back there soon!

Got a truth you'd like to share?

Much Love Monday: Love Potion

2011-08-01T00:33:00.000-04:00

LOVE this love potion necklace my daughters cooked up before seeing Harry Potter. (Sorry it took me so long to post it.) We had a total blast, by the way! We played Scene-It Harry Potter (with the question cards not the DVD) while waiting in line and ate pumpkin pasties with butterbeer cupcakes. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful series. Sniff.

Good at Hiding

2011-07-27T07:00:00.001-04:00

On the day I was born, no one knew I was in the womb. I've always been good at hiding.

My twin sister's heartbeat and my own were in such sync, I wasn't expected. There were no ultrasounds and Mom wasn't awake for the ordeal. I've been told when she came to and found herself responsible for TWO babies, she cried. My grandmother screamed for joy. My father received word over radio in Vietnam and had to ask twice if the man said "daughters" plural.

I can't really blame being hidden in the womb for how the next decades played out, but it does seem conspicuous. If I sense disappointing someone--I run for cover. I play dumb or do my best to keep the uncomfortable subject from surfacing. Hiding is a destructive relationship killer.

Truth is always better. Though not always fun.

I've hidden in the worst ways--lies, false pretense, blame, self-contempt. And although playing a game of Hide-and-Seek can be thrilling; life plays that game differently. So I'm trying to come clean: attempting not to run when faced with a scary situation; admitting the lie before it festers; sharing truth before pretense gets center stage; and refusing to blame or engage in self-contempt.

It's terrifying. Like when your stomach lurches because you know IT is close enough to find you. After awhile you start longing to be found so you can crawl out of your cramped hiding spot. When IT eventually finds you there's a sense of relief; you're free to laugh and help search for others.

I hope I won't always be good at hiding. I think I'd like to be IT.

Comfort

2011-07-22T04:11:00.004-04:00

I'm strumming fingers waiting on my slow computer. I'm not angry. I know how it is to try to process loads of information with little time to do it. I feel as though I've been in overdrive for the last three months. Next week my kids are going to a little thing my Mom calls, Cousin Camp. They go on field trips, make art, and eat amazing meals. My Mom designates a day per kid (fortunately there's only five grandkids) to pick what they want for breakfast, lunch and supper. She has it all ready when they arrive. Yes, I know--it's amazing. (I did NOT inherit her genes of cooking or organization. I think it skipped right over me and onto my daughters.)

But what that means for me, is one week of quiet to process my thoughts. Raging thoughts full of loss, hope and meaning. I'm warily looking forward to it. I'll miss my kids but I know I need solitude.

I created the above painting for a Pastor friend. There's something about it that's comforting to me; I hope it will be for you too.

Catherine Denton

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