From years past:
So Many Ways
From years past:
From years past:
A dreadful photo of this! Early morning photography is next to impossible around my house. For more on following your Life in contours...check out this post! So many times, I wish I was like Harold, dragging my purple crayon around behind me, drawing every step of the way! I'm off in lots of directions this … Continue reading Following My Life
I get an itch sometimes. You know, like an itch to use multi-colored pens, or an itch to use thick paint, or an itch for abstraction. This itch is for oil pastels...and I'm still scratching! So fun to glide the bold color on white paper. To rub the colors into each other. To watch a … Continue reading An Itch to Scratch
In recent years, I have received commissions from friends near and far to paint and draw the beautiful faces and places in their lives. Daughters and sons, homes and land...all are special to the individuals who ask me to honor these things in paint, pastel, or charcoal. I am always honored and humbled to be … Continue reading Faces & Places!
Watching UP last night (for the tenth time), I was struck by the little boy Russell's words. Upon describing to Mr. Frederickson a memory of getting ice cream with his dad and sitting on the curb to watch the cars go by, counting the red ones and blue ones, he says, "That might sound boring. … Continue reading The Boring Stuff
I received this card for my birthday from my husband's brother and his wife. I love it! It is so...ME! And all the CurlyGirlDesigns Cards are simply merveilleux!
Could you pop next door once again? Or...as Stew Crother might say in a lovely English accent, "Will you nip in next door?" Or, as folks might say from my Southern region in the USA, "Y'all come on over now, ya hear?" Anyway, Genevieve would love it if you could visit her today! Merci!
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When the basket passes by, I often wish I could give something other than money. Not that I always have that to give. We've been taught that, MORE than our money, God wants our Hearts. So I often imagine my own little self inside that basket, being whisked away for use in His Kingdom. I … Continue reading What I Have to Give