Thursday, May 26, 2011

Tides Ebb And Flow ~

Yikes! Where has the time gone? It seems like it has been forever since I last posted anything! I've been so busy with training someone for my current job and now I am being trained for my new job. I feel a little out of sorts and trying to get into the new groove of things. I hope I can get my mojo back! Not only do I have the job title change and the responsibility which comes with that, but my baby is graduating with her masters from college. It's been crazy with the end of year festivities and planning of celebrations. By the time I get home, I'm exhausted and just want to collapse.

Darn it, I missed the party last week and I'm a little late for this one. How does the saying go? It's better to be late than never show up! This week's Texture Tuesday challenge - our image must contain at least one layer of the 'yesteryear' texture. With the school year coming to an end and summer almost here, I thought this photo above, I took a few summers ago was not only appropriate but also welcoming. The ocean is calling my name!

My momma always told me to be sure to bring something to a party. So, what the heck! I'll bring my last week's image too! Last week's challenge was to post a photo that must be vintage inspired and contain at least one of Kim's textures; I think I used the texture silence.

I looked through my photo albums and came up with a vintage VW bug. ;)

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Monday, May 9, 2011

* ~ Live In Peace ~ *

It's Texture Tuesday! I love old barn's and the way the tin roof on this one looks like a pieced quilt. I added Kim Klassen's Peace texture and really liked the way it turned out.

Here is the photo before adding Kim's Peace texture.

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Saturday, May 7, 2011

All I Ever Wanted ~

When I was in the 2nd grade, my teacher, Mrs. Galardie, asked us to write a paragraph on what we wanted to be when we grew up and draw a picture above our paragraph. I immediately drew a picture of me all grown up. I had a dress on with an apron tied around my waist, and was standing in front of a stove top/oven range with the door open to the oven, pulling out a pan of brownies. I also had a little boy and a little girl next to me with smile's drawn on all of our faces. Dad of course, was working.

As I drew my picture, all of the other children were busy chattering about what they wanted to be and drew themselves as doctors, nurses, teachers and astronauts. I recall a little girl sitting across from me, gasped when she asked me what I wanted to be. I said most proudly, "A momma!" All the children chimed in with the same sentiments as, "YOU want to BE A MOMMA?" My teacher was standing near our desks and said in a very nice but scolding way, "Now children, being a momma is one of the most important roles in one's life and there is nothing wrong with wanting to be a momma (I looked at the girl and stuck my tongue out at her)." As my teacher walked by my desk, she gave my shoulder a squeeze and said as she looked at my picture, "Angela, what a beautiful picture! May I ask what you are pulling out of the oven?" I said, "Brownies! My momma ALWAYS makes us brownies." When we are little girls, we want to be just like our momma's.


I've collected apron's for as long as I can remember. The picture below are just some of them.

Below are some apron's my great gram and grandma made themselves. When they learned that I had a quite a collection going, they quickly added to it.

Being a mother means that your heart
is no longer yours; it wanders
wherever your children do.

Not so long ago.
We give and take
And take and give
Along time's endless row.
Love is passed
And love received
To be passed on again:
A precious heirloom
Twice, twice blessed,
A spiritual cardigan.

I'll put it on
And treasure it,
The me I have received,
And when the roles
Reverse again,
I'll have what I most need.

So may our love
Go on and on,
A hundred thousand years;
Through joys and other tears.

- Anonymous

Happy Mother's Day!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Tea Time ~

If I could take your Troubles,
I would toss them in the Sea.
But since I can't, I'm sending you,
My favorite cup of tea.

This week's Texture Tuesday challenge is to use at least one of Kim Klassens's texture's (silence) on a photo of a favorite tea cup or coffee mug. This tea cup is one of mine. It sits on a shelf next to my old fashioned claw foot tub filled with tiny opalescent sea shells.

Be sure to check out the other participants and their beautiful cups of love by clicking the badge below. We need to have a tea party! ;)


Sunday, May 1, 2011


Screaming Why?

It didn't matter how hard I tried
I couldn't make you stay
You didn't care about the tears I cried
I knew you'd walk away

I saw the signs all over the place
The words "I'm leaving" written on your face

You slipped away in the night
Running fast from all that is right

Discarding the gift you were given
Fading into the dissolute life you're living

Lost in deception and fantasy
Refusing to live in reality

Why would you waste such a beautiful mind
Submit it to your world of lies

So consumed in your selfishness
While trying to fill the emptiness

Is this all you wanted to attain
Another high to kill the pain

Tell me, is this all that remains
Intoxication to drown your shame

Paint your smile, but you can't hide
From the guilt you feel inside

It's clear to me you've made your choice
How it kills me to hear your voice

You despise the truth when it's spoken
Prefer to live a life that's broken

Embracing your beloved addiction
Blind to your fatal affliction

Losing pieces of who you are
How will you know when you've gone too far

Will you want freedom before it's too late
Before time has sealed your fate

Or do you love those chains you wear
Is your life really not worth the care

Tell me, will I watch another die
Then stand at your grave screaming "WHY?"


The author of this poem is Rachael Lund. I contacted her and she was not only kind enough to grant me permission to use her poem, but has also given me support and prayer regarding my sister. She knows through firsthand experience, the pain of loving someone that is a drug addict and the pain of losing them.

Thank you Rachael!