tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20245874626502427102024-03-13T01:01:04.788-04:00Beauty Will Surely Save the World - Lydia,Oh,Lydia! ArtMixed media,collage, collage art, art , one-of-a-kind, antique elements,vintage inspired, prose, and poetry by... Lydia, Oh, Lydia!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger275125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-19038433817342367142013-11-22T16:26:00.001-05:002013-11-22T16:26:11.537-05:00Winter Wonderland Home Show this weekend!!!Sat 10-5<div>Sun 12-5</div><div>23-24 Nov., 2013</div><div><br></div><div>If you are in Western Maryland this weekend by Antietam , near Shepherdstown, WV come join us and support local artisans! Also, 100% of proceeds of Bake Sale items go to St. Catherine's Orthodox Church of Hagerstown. </div><div><br></div><div>Email for info/directions or look for signs !<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kT-7lKVBqzg/Uo_L8iBlmjI/AAAAAAAACJ8/N72YHMy3_pM/s640/blogger-image--1453551226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kT-7lKVBqzg/Uo_L8iBlmjI/AAAAAAAACJ8/N72YHMy3_pM/s640/blogger-image--1453551226.jpg"></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-88365294817391153752013-05-26T01:01:00.001-04:002013-05-26T01:01:29.905-04:00Three years yesterday<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MnyPSv7goU8/UaGXKIvQmqI/AAAAAAAACIc/3BSQ-8G0tfg/s640/blogger-image-1016349009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MnyPSv7goU8/UaGXKIvQmqI/AAAAAAAACIc/3BSQ-8G0tfg/s640/blogger-image-1016349009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MXmIbwhajVY/UaGXIeO4BZI/AAAAAAAACIU/RYCwmj98B7c/s640/blogger-image-1737962122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MXmIbwhajVY/UaGXIeO4BZI/AAAAAAAACIU/RYCwmj98B7c/s640/blogger-image-1737962122.jpg"></a></div><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MnyPSv7goU8/UaGXKIvQmqI/AAAAAAAACIc/3BSQ-8G0tfg/s640/blogger-image-1016349009.jpg"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-92098828079234997622013-04-12T23:53:00.001-04:002013-04-12T23:53:20.131-04:00C.S.Lewis"Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny..." <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kv7xizrKR4M/UWjWrxv45bI/AAAAAAAACHg/EevrDTMkT48/s640/blogger-image--39547466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kv7xizrKR4M/UWjWrxv45bI/AAAAAAAACHg/EevrDTMkT48/s640/blogger-image--39547466.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-23604445039771770232013-04-05T13:45:00.001-04:002013-04-05T13:45:46.257-04:00Some new items <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rL4saPFvf54/UV8NyPJ1HrI/AAAAAAAACHQ/aZ_TYwCT6Ps/s640/blogger-image-1036494947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rL4saPFvf54/UV8NyPJ1HrI/AAAAAAAACHQ/aZ_TYwCT6Ps/s640/blogger-image-1036494947.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-3618196090693906172013-04-01T19:21:00.004-04:002013-04-01T19:21:36.372-04:00My Great Aunt & Spring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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OK- so my great aunt, my grandmother's baby sister, is 99. The picture above is from her 90th birthday. NO Botox folks, just good skin. What do you think?<br />
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The other picture was taken by my daughter. Pretty aren't they? Ready for spring? It's trying really hard to come , but the blistery cold and damp winds in the mountains keep messing up its entrance. Sometimes I feel like that as well- messing up my entrance, trying to spring forward.<br />
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What about you?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-5601778628055464872013-03-24T17:34:00.001-04:002013-03-24T17:34:36.689-04:00Tulips a Plenty <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-W4iVl3KV0Gw/UU9xa1KuyTI/AAAAAAAACGg/m658XTKMJoE/s640/blogger-image-479037317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-W4iVl3KV0Gw/UU9xa1KuyTI/AAAAAAAACGg/m658XTKMJoE/s640/blogger-image-479037317.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-53928919873825907412013-03-20T00:38:00.001-04:002013-03-20T00:38:08.604-04:00My grand nephew <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-srM8KXa1yVg/UUk9LoG4ibI/AAAAAAAACGQ/n77H7RR9gvc/s640/blogger-image-2139847563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-srM8KXa1yVg/UUk9LoG4ibI/AAAAAAAACGQ/n77H7RR9gvc/s640/blogger-image-2139847563.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-88818742322426883802013-02-23T20:20:00.001-05:002013-02-23T20:20:16.638-05:00Some Artwork in the Making...Some collaged jewelry from vintage and vintage look items. 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Christmas was quiet, but very nice. One daughter was sick, and just recuperating, the heat upstairs wasn't working, and the dryer stopped too. But, hanging clothing is about to end, as the parts are due by today or they are free. One daughter wishes them to be a day late. Hahaha.<br />
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The heat was just a worn wire, and blown fuse. Hallelujah, 'and then there was HEAT!' My cats are now happy as two of them caught colds. The snow is on the ground and the roads are fine, but not so on Christmas Eve as it took 2 1/2-3 hours to drive home from a Costco half an hour away from here- getting over two mountains very slowly and carefully. I took the small car and it was great in the snow and on the ice. Others swerved this way and that, but I hardly did. Just kept steering the right way when necessary and all was well- just my nerves a little frayed.<br />
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We missed going out to my niece's, yet maybe the quiet day movie watching was what the doctor ordered, as my middle one being sick would've been miserable driving four hours total.<br />
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Why the butterfly? Because they signify new beginnings, and we are about to start a new year.<br />
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Thank God for the easy fix with the heat. We had to wait a while , but then it inspired me to fix a few other things around here, as the weight was lifted. (I was worried about a huge bill.)<br />
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God Bless, and keep your spirits light, trust and have faith that good will prevail, because that is what is promised to us:)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-60635350564665554762012-08-02T23:38:00.002-04:002012-08-02T23:38:49.149-04:00Some recent finds...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
A chair I am working on to go with an old accountant's desk I up-cycled.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDO-l9D3T08/UBtGdmSa1fI/AAAAAAAACB8/MvTL06vaFRI/s1600/DSC00111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDO-l9D3T08/UBtGdmSa1fI/AAAAAAAACB8/MvTL06vaFRI/s320/DSC00111.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
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Some cool finds. The sweet , very old picture is now hanging in my living room. The fab. green , vintage cabinet and eagle roof tile holder are for sale. The chimes in the front are very old, metal with painted decoration, and need to be restrung.</div>
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What great finds have popped into your life these days???Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-45893881329463005542012-07-12T18:05:00.004-04:002012-07-12T18:05:49.406-04:00'Clutter Busting My Life'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Not my picture, but my sister-in-law's, I believe. Loved the depth of field . Have not posted in a while. Clutter Busting my life. Making room for changes and this new life.<br />
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I have been listening to older cd's that I listened to 10-30 years ago. The music is touching things inside me which were just 'hanging out'. Remembering me as a single person. That's a lot of years ago. Remembering who I am and what I've been through. Remembering feelings, emotions, thoughts, inspirations.<br />
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Just read <i>Clutter Busting Your Life</i> by Palmer Brooks. He 'clutter busts' people's homes with them, and helps them to 'clutter bust' their lives. (He is also a comedian). I can get rid of just about anything, just give me the time to do it. Right now, I still have some papers that need going through and shredding, and art materials also. The hardest part is saying goodbye to things that I want to do.<br />
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In elementary school we had a sub one time who asked us 6th graders if we liked certain subjects. I said yes to all of them because I loved learning, and still do. When he finally asked who liked math, I raised my hand. He stared at me in disbelief. I don't think that anyone else raised their hand. Math is just another language to me. I like exercising my brain, beating out cash registers. Ok, not all the time, like when I am rushed or tired. I like keeping my brain smart.<br />
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So, I have to get rid of artist materials- fabrics, papers, a little bird cage, etc. that I just won't get to for a while. My husband said that I had all these 'just jobs'. This 'just' needs a little of this, and that needs 'just' a little of that. I see the potential in many things. But, sometimes, life gets in the way and changes things. So I am changing some things around here. Our family life changed drastically, so I have to now work a lot. My scheduling is insane at times. Have to simplify it, because I 'just' can't do what I've always done.<br />
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So I am lessening the distractions so that I can add new adventures and people in my life. The latter is scary, and I'm not that much up to adventures these days, considering the things we've experienced in the last 6 years. Such is life. The ups and downs change constantly, but the one constant I see when I look, is God's hand in everything. Something may seem bad, but works its way out. It is then that I usually realize that the worst did not happen, that we were protected once again from some major travail.<br />
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When I see these everyday things, I lighten up, because I know that things will be alright. And sometimes we have to wait longer than we want for some things to occur in our lives. But, I am helping things along by removing fun stuff. It's hard because I do not want to. I think of what I have paid, or how much time it will take me away from other things that I want more in my life. But, you know? That's ok. That's just ok. Because, when one door closes, another one opens.<br />
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And I am opening up my life to the new me. Like the butterfly, I am clutter busting my cocoon that I have been in for quite a while. I think I will take a sip of this nice drink in this tall glass.<br />
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What do you think? Should I insist upon selling all the these things on-line and earning much needed moneys back, or donating a bit and helping others? The more you give, the more you get. I guess it's win-win either way I go.:)<br />
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Enjoy a refreshing summer drink, as you burst out of your own cocoon!<br />
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xo Lydia<br />
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He suddenly developed a sore throat before the cramping started. I ran out and found a Rite-aid 5 minutes away. Bought him orange juice, Emergen-C, and Vit. C throat lozenges. The runner up is a solid player, and it was so nice to see them both enjoying playing with one another. When coach came around asking if I or others had anything salty, his opponent's grandparents gave him a can of almonds! The nicest, most gracious family. What a joy to see young players who are honest and good. What a joy to see people who just wished the boys well. Now that's the way to play tennis!<br />
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So 9:16 this morning brought in the 2nd year mark for Ken's passing. Luckily there wasn't much going on at work this morning, because I welled up a few times. My students didn't see. I was so glad that it wasn't hectic. A quiet day otherwise. We watched 'The Secret' at the end of the day. It is a feel good, inspirational movie based on the book. So what started out as a possibly weepy day, turned into a beautiful day full of wonderful memories. I turned on Jim Brickman Radio for the class, and it set the tone for a peaceful and uplifting day.<br />
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Then a retired priest from our church and his wife came over. They wanted to give me something. They had no idea that it was Ken's 2 yr. anniversary of passing, but it was providencial. Fr. was upset that he hadn't checked his calendar, but I was tickled over the visit. They are an elderly couple who are two of the most wonderful people you could ever meet, placing smiles upon all faces, young and old. He said a couple of prayers for Ken in Heaven, and us here on earth.We are truly blessed.Having Fr. and his wife come over for nice conversation and special things topped off our quiet day.</div>
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We truly must find the good in every day. Sometimes it may be difficult, but I always wake up saying thank you, and fall asleep saying thank you. If I am cranky and can't find much to be thankful about I thank God for my family , cats, and tulips and lilacs, my favorite flowers.<br />
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Got a terrific fortune in my fortune cookie today. At first I thought it was the silliest thing, and then I re-read it.<br />
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Fear came knocking at my door. Faith answered it. There was no one there.<br />
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With faith, fear is gone. May you have a faithful and blessed day.<br />
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I love and miss my friend Jenny even more. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BPafkV-7GHI/T5YTCWe99mI/AAAAAAAACBc/z6IMCf7sctc/s640/blogger-image-318307181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BPafkV-7GHI/T5YTCWe99mI/AAAAAAAACBc/z6IMCf7sctc/s640/blogger-image-318307181.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-70347136229783342412012-03-02T22:06:00.004-05:002012-03-02T22:10:21.137-05:00Check out this cool Pom-Pom Tutorial<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edcRU-NtXA0/T1GLN6cN7sI/AAAAAAAACBE/3365KoDjASc/s1600/pom%2Bpoms.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edcRU-NtXA0/T1GLN6cN7sI/AAAAAAAACBE/3365KoDjASc/s400/pom%2Bpoms.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715502473252040386" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>on <a href="http://aygee1030.blogspot.com/">Piece.</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-90175870591835634662012-02-03T20:18:00.006-05:002012-02-03T20:45:10.459-05:00Do I even know how to Post anymore????? Sorry for not posting in like , forever!Sheriff Bunny<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxGmvw9TIPg/TyyMF1oB-LI/AAAAAAAACA4/gOQOZUY-yd0/s1600/DSC00033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxGmvw9TIPg/TyyMF1oB-LI/AAAAAAAACA4/gOQOZUY-yd0/s400/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705088859893790898" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_oIbeztlgI/TyyMFEUm2RI/AAAAAAAACAs/kc_OvqhAt0k/s1600/sc000dbeff.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_oIbeztlgI/TyyMFEUm2RI/AAAAAAAACAs/kc_OvqhAt0k/s400/sc000dbeff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705088846658984210" /></a><br />Vintage Chick Cookie Jar<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0sYVwSS92I/TyyME8-cosI/AAAAAAAACAg/fq1BzIqnG7g/s1600/PDR_0208.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0sYVwSS92I/TyyME8-cosI/AAAAAAAACAg/fq1BzIqnG7g/s400/PDR_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705088844686992066" /></a><br />Me time, and some stamped on, mini, vintage, Dutch, doll shoes. Aren't they adorable? I love the way they turned out.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWouAdLWYus/TyyMEkUdIUI/AAAAAAAACAU/kmUZXSeHddc/s1600/DSC03492.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWouAdLWYus/TyyMEkUdIUI/AAAAAAAACAU/kmUZXSeHddc/s400/DSC03492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705088838068412738" /></a><br />Paperweight baubles that my girls do.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eMI1JlWLnkQ/TyyMEbk8_aI/AAAAAAAACAI/Efz0ldz5VAw/s1600/DSC03478.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eMI1JlWLnkQ/TyyMEbk8_aI/AAAAAAAACAI/Efz0ldz5VAw/s400/DSC03478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705088835721690530" /></a><br />So here are the facts. I work too many jobs keeping a roof over our heads, preserving our excellent credit, and trying to make a go of things without my honey. But that's the way it is. May he rest in peace.<div><br /></div><div>But this year has found us in better spirits overall, and if we can get through this next election in November, and have good things take hold, well then, by golly, things may not be so bad after all. OK- God said to be hopeful until the end. So a positive attitude creates your positive future.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been doing a warehouse sale that opens up once a month. My friend Jessica and I do it together. We provide a lot of the smalls for the show, because most people- and there are not that many of us in this big warehouse space- have furniture. We have had a few smaller pieces of furniture, and a couple of big pieces, but we do smalls. So I sell vintage and a trickle of artwork, as I save that for my shows, and don't want things getting moved around a gazillion times. I like keeping things in good shape.</div><div><br /></div><div>Putting a few items in <a href="http://www.lydiaohlydiaart.etsy.com/">ETSY</a>, just so that it is bare no longer. It just got so hectic around the end of the year.</div><div><br /></div><div>But 2012 is the year of taking a little more time for me. That means taking time to henna my hair when needed, reading some more books that I want to read, doing more fun artwork, and not just in the rush of getting ready for shows, and starting to work on the house, painting, hopefully doing a deck , and finishing the basement and my studio. And if you have been with me in this blog for awhile, then you know that I've spoken of finishing the basement before. </div><div><br /></div><div>Truthfully, my time seems to be rather limited with hubby gone, being a one parent household. With a teenage son, a daughter in college, an older one who helps when she's home, but has her own life, because she's graduated, working, and has a long time beau, and three kitties, well....."I'z bizzy fokes".</div><div><br /></div><div>Sheriff bunny and the vintage chick cookie jar are probably going into my <a href="http://www.lydiaohlydiaart.etsy.com/"><b>Etsy</b></a> shop. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-86587271911717869892011-12-04T22:33:00.004-05:002011-12-04T22:44:28.896-05:00Some Gifts We Made for My Mother-in Law's 80thA very young Janet, under a dome on a vintage floral plate that came from my friend Jenny's things, (given to me after she passed. I am glad I could use it in such a way). This picture is actually so adorable. Just not so clear here. It was taken by my husband's uncle, Frank Navarra, photographer.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKkkk4B5H_A/Ttw8h3VYn_I/AAAAAAAACAA/fBmdlgaVOzc/s1600/DSC03163.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKkkk4B5H_A/Ttw8h3VYn_I/AAAAAAAACAA/fBmdlgaVOzc/s400/DSC03163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682483382321717234" /></a>Archery pillow. Her and hubby in youth. Not the clearist pictures, but you get the idea.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9GAjJCglEGU/Ttw8hipujEI/AAAAAAAAB_w/mrRHdHNimso/s1600/DSC03182.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9GAjJCglEGU/Ttw8hipujEI/AAAAAAAAB_w/mrRHdHNimso/s400/DSC03182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682483376769895490" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jTzVcLAAEY/Ttw8gwhKmgI/AAAAAAAAB_k/sNNpEgQZFjE/s1600/DSC03181.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jTzVcLAAEY/Ttw8gwhKmgI/AAAAAAAAB_k/sNNpEgQZFjE/s400/DSC03181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682483363312212482" /></a>Front of planner.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kuUadU6oJUQ/Ttw8gO9DNLI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/2bI5Fl7sC6k/s1600/DSC03172.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kuUadU6oJUQ/Ttw8gO9DNLI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/2bI5Fl7sC6k/s400/DSC03172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682483354302362802" /></a>Inside back of planner.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDYGnG76_e0/Ttw8fnwM1PI/AAAAAAAAB_M/iIHLW4QX7X4/s1600/DSC03155.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDYGnG76_e0/Ttw8fnwM1PI/AAAAAAAAB_M/iIHLW4QX7X4/s400/DSC03155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682483343779484914" /></a>Sorry I haven't posted in like-forever. I have been working so much. I can not do everything, but I always seem to try to do a lot. What, oh what , pray tell, can I give up???<div><br /></div><div>Be Blessed.:)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-89762498273445451732011-08-30T19:35:00.002-04:002011-08-30T20:23:23.446-04:00Sorry I Haven't Been Posting Lately...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmoLkp2aK8Q/Tl1-ur0XqNI/AAAAAAAAB_E/wnMvzlsM5Aw/s1600/AN14-007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmoLkp2aK8Q/Tl1-ur0XqNI/AAAAAAAAB_E/wnMvzlsM5Aw/s400/AN14-007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646808848293931218" /></a>
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<br />Hi everyone, it's been hectic working so many jobs, so please forgive me my negligence. I've been playing tennis mom to my son and his tournaments, etc. and catching up with old friends. I was thinking of videotaping the process of trying to get my studio built in the basement. What do you think? I thought that maybe it would make me get to it sooner. <div>
<br /></div><div>Have been going through my garage and basement, clearing out, and in other areas of the house as well. Reciting to myself "I release the old to make room for the new"events, and people coming into my life in the future. Some days are better than others.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So, my daughter wants to make throws or quilts out of Ken's clothing. His things collaged on one side, and a nice fabric on the other. I also just went through an old Christmas issue of Martha and saw a 2 sided scarf. I thought that they would make nice memory gifts for family members. What do you think? Any more ideas?</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I recently made a few gifts for my mother-in-law. She turns 80 in the winter, but you'd never know it. She looks great, still plays tennis usually weekly, and is a gentle, kind individual who inspires others with her class. She always looks great. She is amazing. So, Ken's sisters wanted to have a birthday celebration earlier for her. It was at a beautiful country club on Long Island. It was pouring rain, yet still the view through the windows overlooking the gray skies and waves were beautiful. The food was out of this world great, and they did a mini roast on her. I know that Ken would've liked preparing a speech and presenting it. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Any way, we wanted to make some personal gifts that would have meaning to them. When I get a chance to put them on my computer , I will post the items, as long as the pictures come out alright. She was quite a looker in her youth, and still is today. We have a wealth of fabulous pictures from their teens in camp when they met, (my in-laws that is).</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So I printed a picture of them both with bows and arrows, and made a pillow with pretty trim. I think that the colors look good for her place. The girls made a collage on a boxed canvas of them. She was Cleopatra and he was wooing her by her side.</div><div>
<br /></div><div> And these adorable pictures of her when she was a little girl were just too cute. I mounted one and put a vintage flower in her hand under a dome on a vintage plate with more vintage flowers at the base. I think that it came out adorably. Alex made a vintage picture card, and I made a 'Ken do' planner with a collaged cover including hubby when he was a young boy. I also made a bookmark from a water colored paper by my girls with a baby picture on the front. She is probably holding an orange , but it looks like a tennis ball in her hand. Tennis is in the family.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So I have been doing artwork here and there, trying to get ready for a big show coming up. Is there ever enough time? And I am always trying to get work together to put into shops that want my things. Add all that to the 6 other jobs that I work, and life can get a little crazy at times. A cold came through the house on top of that, then there was preparation for Hurricane Irene which never really hit here. Just lost the power 2 times. Had to put things into the garage and shed. We do get high winds here in the mountains a lot.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>And the husband (also our friend) of my dear friend Jenny who passed away 2 years ago September asked me to go through her things and to take what ever I wanted from her work/studio area. There was a wealth of beautiful items that I will use in my studio, and other lovely items. I can't believe how many things that came from me. We shared our goodies, and now I am getting some back, and loads of other lovelies. She worked for the Archives and did much research on historical pieces. I will have to do my homework on these items. Some things I will keep and others I will sell. And some artwork I will add on to, and they will in essence be collaborations between us. It is a lot, but it brings many happy memories which I am grateful to have had. I went through everything with her beautiful daughter, Emma. Emma will be helping me at Boonsborough Days, and I will be thankful for her help.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So, what do you think about posting the progress of the studio in videos? And what other ideas might you have for making memory pieces from Ken's clothing? Because he was a tennis professional, he had many t-shirts and sweeatshirts. We have been going through his things at a snail's pace so far. It is especially difficult for my children . They do not want me to go through things without them, which I would never do anyway. And they do not want to do it much at all yet. But, I think that it is time to start a little here and there. It will be cathartic. And especially, the act of making things with TLC to gift to family and friends.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-15890694495989160692011-06-09T23:13:00.004-04:002011-06-09T23:45:23.982-04:00Tolstoy<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCNfJgzADHo/TfGTTlcVvOI/AAAAAAAAB90/BYVaq0eSXwk/s1600/DSC01299.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCNfJgzADHo/TfGTTlcVvOI/AAAAAAAAB90/BYVaq0eSXwk/s400/DSC01299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616432174985493730" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpbtd95OZG0/TfGTLUGR7vI/AAAAAAAAB9s/jHvC0Q06pgQ/s1600/DSC01404.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpbtd95OZG0/TfGTLUGR7vI/AAAAAAAAB9s/jHvC0Q06pgQ/s400/DSC01404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616432032890613490" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WA1Eh1jMQfw/TfGTK35xAhI/AAAAAAAAB9k/t1UzGAxZOxU/s1600/DSC01427.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WA1Eh1jMQfw/TfGTK35xAhI/AAAAAAAAB9k/t1UzGAxZOxU/s400/DSC01427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616432025321931282" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ey4pESsR7xc/TfGTKMhvrhI/AAAAAAAAB9c/Iihrc7XyGM4/s1600/IMG_3945.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ey4pESsR7xc/TfGTKMhvrhI/AAAAAAAAB9c/Iihrc7XyGM4/s400/IMG_3945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616432013678456338" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24CUvLuvqE0/TfGTJb11y0I/AAAAAAAAB9U/69W_B2AQpPM/s1600/DSC00390_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24CUvLuvqE0/TfGTJb11y0I/AAAAAAAAB9U/69W_B2AQpPM/s400/DSC00390_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616432000609405762" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiBOqbAUNgo/TfGTI6h3ccI/AAAAAAAAB9M/SLeyIQuoSdA/s1600/DSC00356.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiBOqbAUNgo/TfGTI6h3ccI/AAAAAAAAB9M/SLeyIQuoSdA/s400/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616431991667257794" /></a><br />"It is within my power either to serve God or not to serve him. Serving him, I add to my own good and the good of the whole world. Not serving him, I forfeit my own good and deprive the world of that good, which was in my power to create."<div><br /></div><div> Lev Tolstoy</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-32170169533387756962011-06-06T22:53:00.007-04:002011-06-06T23:24:03.932-04:00One Year, a New Intensive Job, & Goodbye Mr." T"<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXyVve4Y71s/Te2ZyydPtNI/AAAAAAAAB9E/WiWhBTIRT5U/s1600/sc0075f517.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXyVve4Y71s/Te2ZyydPtNI/AAAAAAAAB9E/WiWhBTIRT5U/s400/sc0075f517.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615313408217822418" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">So 25 May saw the one year anniversary of hubby's passing, and the 24th saw a new intensive adjunct position teaching 1 year's worth of Russian in 18 days at the university level. Not exactly the easiest thing. To complicate matters the book was not chosen by me and it is not exactly conducive to teaching the language intensively. The complementing audio program is confusing and compounds my work and the students' work.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I do enjoy teaching the class which is 10min! from my home. It is 4 days a week, 4 hours a day. The students are great, and I give them on-line youtube videos and music to watch and listen to to break up the intensity of the daily program.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I pray that the students and I do wonderful jobs, and that this leads to further work. They did not have the language and petitioned for the classes! Without my honey to cheer me on it can be a bit daunting, but if what we went through has taught me one thing, it is to plow through even a difficult situation. I hope and pray that it pays off in the end in more ways than one.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">There are times that I want to cry, missing him so, and I do let the tears come. Working so many jobs is not exactly the easiest thing, but I do what I have to do. What more can anyone ask?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">My very close friend's father just passed away. He was 92! We have been friends since I was 3 1/2 years old, when I moved into my new house on Long Island. I was sitting on the right side of the car when my father was about to turn right onto our new block in June, so many years ago. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">There sat Jean on her big, antique, red tricycle looking at us not far from the car that was stopped at the stop sign. She said very assuredly, "I know <i>her</i>". Jean is 1 year older than I , and 1 year younger than my sister. If she was<i> my</i> best friend, we would run away from my sister, and if she was my sister's best friend, they would run away from me. Jean is very special to our family, and even my in laws loved and love her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Her dad loved baseball and so Jean was a good little ball player, and would always be one of the team captains on our block. Growing up I practically lived at her house and so I will miss Mr. "T". I always called her Mom, Mom "T", once we were teenagers, and her dad Mr. "T". In his youth he was a striking man in a sailor suit, always kind to me, and he called me Lidja.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I hope that you are all doing well, my dear blogging friends.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Memory Eternal, my honey!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> &</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Memory Eternal, Mr. "T" !</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">xoxoxo</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-29137418509814817892011-05-15T17:40:00.009-04:002011-05-16T20:27:02.918-04:00Winning Counties!!!!!..3-6,6-0,6-3<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDcQGtZKapE/TdBPmsF59pI/AAAAAAAAB8w/wCm2V8MIWR4/s1600/35740978T.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDcQGtZKapE/TdBPmsF59pI/AAAAAAAAB8w/wCm2V8MIWR4/s400/35740978T.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607069062165821074" /></a><br />My son won Counties yesterday!!!! He plays #1 singles for his HS Tennis team. He has since he was a freshman. He's now a sophmore.<div><br /></div><div> The boy he played took 2 matches off him.With the 2nd match they had split sets , were 4-all, (meaning they were tied -for you non-tennis bloggers), and Serge had to retire due to a horribly cramping hand, the same hand that cramped that had lost him the 1st match with this opponent.</div><div><br /></div><div> A match or 2 before that one, he won a thrilling 3 setter w/another school, but had fallen on his arm, injuring it. That's when he then played this opponent, losing w/his cramped hand from the injury. Then the 2nd time he played him it cramped so badly that he couldn't hold his racket, and had to retire. He felt so badly.</div><div><br /></div><div>The opponent's coach kept cheering my son's faults/errors. This is a big NO-NO in tennis etiquette. She was loud and constant. I had complained to the coaches at the 1st match. Then at the 2nd match, Serge had had enough and complained to a teammate of the opponent who was doing the same thing at that match. The coach was right there and did the same cheering along with her student! So the coach 'corrected' her student, with a faulter in her words. "Yeah, that's not really the, uh, right thing to do, uh..."</div><div><br /></div><div>So at this final match for the counties in boys singles, the coach was not too voiced thank goodness. And guess who the boy's coach was? HIS MOTHER!!!! So unprofessional. My son grew up with tennis, and is very self contained on the tennis court, unlike other players who show a great deal of frustration, like McEnroe used to do. That's why Mac got fined all the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>So when Serge won, it was a <b><i>very sweet victory</i></b>. He dedicated it to his Dad, who passed away last year. His dad, my hubby, was a tennis pro his whole adult life. He was not a bad player himself, having been ranked internationally once, and ranked nationally, #1 in his age bracket in the Mid-Atlantic in the past ,.....He's surely smiling down from heaven.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was really great to have Ken's good friend, Jeff , there supporting Serge. Jeff is the Tennis Director at the club where hubby taught. Hubby was Director of Junior Tennis. The program run at the club is a superb one in the area.</div><div><br /></div><div>Next week Regionals!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-5026331692377336632011-05-06T16:39:00.006-04:002011-05-06T17:33:52.435-04:00Greenfest in the ParkGreenfest show in the Park ,and more...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sM2xn8S9Wd4/TcRhoQfC6rI/AAAAAAAAB8o/FL6LoBRvXws/s1600/DSC09976.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sM2xn8S9Wd4/TcRhoQfC6rI/AAAAAAAAB8o/FL6LoBRvXws/s400/DSC09976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603711180603583154" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8odDWPr9mXQ/TcRhlPzXZgI/AAAAAAAAB8g/zEFYEecFC0c/s1600/DSC09841.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8odDWPr9mXQ/TcRhlPzXZgI/AAAAAAAAB8g/zEFYEecFC0c/s400/DSC09841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603711128880768514" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58EO_d_Hh1o/TcRhktXsQgI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/dQLYGArZWTg/s1600/DSC00105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58EO_d_Hh1o/TcRhktXsQgI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/dQLYGArZWTg/s400/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603711119637889538" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu8XLnQJAQ8/TcRhkO534MI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/paoQrqp3xTk/s1600/DSC09911.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu8XLnQJAQ8/TcRhkO534MI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/paoQrqp3xTk/s400/DSC09911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603711111459758274" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F95XUZOU1CE/TcRhj3ZC9eI/AAAAAAAAB8I/joZ3k7Ma04Q/s1600/DSC09950.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F95XUZOU1CE/TcRhj3ZC9eI/AAAAAAAAB8I/joZ3k7Ma04Q/s400/DSC09950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603711105148057058" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAzlaDbDd-g/TcRhjqYlBzI/AAAAAAAAB8A/lIQd59Uw6mw/s1600/DSC09934.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAzlaDbDd-g/TcRhjqYlBzI/AAAAAAAAB8A/lIQd59Uw6mw/s400/DSC09934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603711101656434482" /></a><br />"The right side of the brain is the more creative part and therefore shows us things we may not see when we try to look at things logically."<div><br /></div><div>"When we laugh through our tears , we are being given a powerful gift."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Proverbs 17:22 tells us "A Merry heart doeth good like medicine."</div><div><br /></div><div>"If you had chickens you wouldn't go around picking up their droppings, you would pick up the eggs -Right?"</div><div> (<b><i>The Healing Power of Humor</i></b>, by Allen Klein)</div><div><br /></div><div>My wonderful friend Patty, who I've known since the mid nineties, and who I met through an article that I wrote in DOLL WORLD Magazine on the Russian-American connection with dolls, also lost her husband last year. </div><div><br /></div><div>She just sent me 2 "book reports" totaling 18 pages of humor , positive reinforcement thoughts, and words of inspiration that she wrote from 2 books that she recently read.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am glad that you were born, my dear friend Patricia. Her husband called her Patricia, friends call her Pat or Patti, and <i>very</i> good friends call her Patty with a "y". I remember the day that she wrote me and told me I could call her Patty with a "y". She makes me laugh every time I talk with her! She called me last week and left a message,"Do you know where your friend is? Call me!" </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm from NY and she's from Staten Island. She contacted me when she read that article that I wrote. I was pregnant with my youngest who is now 15. We have been friends ever since. We had a doll club with some other women. We felted wool in my driveway with my car. We made totally different dolls, but had the same love of creating. </div><div><br /></div><div>She now has gone back to painting watercolors, and has been getting into collage with the painting. Since I have known her, her house has always been gorgeous, with flowers <b><i>asplash</i></b> inside and out. She is highly focused and prolific , no matter what she does. She cannot stop creating. She joins guilds, gets her paintings into hospitals and galleries, she teaches, and she also used to teach belly dancing years ago when raising her 2 boys. She's grandmother to gorgeous and smart grandchildren, and is one of the most giving and 'generous of soul' individuals that I know. She has a love for happiness in her heart that goes beyond the average person.</div><div><br /></div><div>The 2 things that stand out to me more than anything are her flowers and her humor. She brings flowers with her wherever she goes, whether it be in a garden bed that surrounds the entire house, her paintings,(she even painted my family in flowers when Ken died), the fresh flowers upon her dining room table, or the flowers in her heart that burst open with laughter, even in the darkest hours. And of the latter, she is no novice.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I celebrate my dear friend Patty with a "y", and I am ever so blessed to call her my friend. I am so thankful that she was born, as she never lets me forget that about me. Ever.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love youPatty. xoxoxo</div><div><br /></div><div>Lydia</div><div><br /></div><div>PS- The pictures are random and recent: Poppy flower in our garden bed, Alex trying to take a picture with the ever elusive Serge on Easter morning, a Visual Thinking art assignment from a classmate of my daughter's at her university, made out of Saran wrap. It looks to be life size in total-this is just a portion of the piece), an Easter chick, and my nephew Jason's funny Easter poses,(he being a big prankster, another one who can't stop making people laugh).</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024587462650242710.post-47711948576429739722011-04-22T22:44:00.003-04:002011-04-22T22:46:56.388-04:00Displaying Jewelry<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFOmlUtQP48/TbI9TqGIxjI/AAAAAAAAB74/EnM6gV5aqWQ/s1600/photo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFOmlUtQP48/TbI9TqGIxjI/AAAAAAAAB74/EnM6gV5aqWQ/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598604694701786674" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VW1VvIeJz5U/TbI9KvsK1tI/AAAAAAAAB7w/JCeGzZGei7s/s1600/204650_829086801425_18410775_43615332_3479217_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VW1VvIeJz5U/TbI9KvsK1tI/AAAAAAAAB7w/JCeGzZGei7s/s400/204650_829086801425_18410775_43615332_3479217_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598604541584660178" /></a>Check out Alex's displays @ <a href="http://aygee1030.blogspot.com/"><b><i>Piece</i></b></a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1