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Monday, November 24, 2014

There are just to many men around here!

Well snowmen anyway. lol. This year I decided to go with the to many men theme. I have been sewing and making up ornaments and other things with this in mind. Well, the tree is up. For now anyway, as the two youngest persian kittens think I just put the best toy around right in the middle of the floor for them to play with. LOL.
  This tree is not my usual style of trees, but that's ok because it's kind of fun to do something different. You be the judge and tell me what you think.




Here are some closer looks at those snowmen.







I spent some time making yo-yo's, and stinging them into a garland. I think it makes a perfect touch to go with the snowmen.


Nothing like fur balls to make it interesting. There are three of them under the tree.
right, left , and behind the tree base.

Let some of them melt.








What do you do with to many snowmen?

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Did the Cat get your tongue?

Well this one is big enough to jump to the top of my building. And….. He's a Halloween cat guarding his magical pumpkins. From the dark of night one see's glowing eyes.


Look out he's going to pounce!


I think he's guarding not only his pumpkins but the new Keltic Knot addition.


Nothing like a big black cat and glowing pumpkins to make all hallows eve something to think about.


This cat swings his head from side to side just looking for something or someone to pounce on.

And I'll bet he disappears just like he appeared , into the dark of night. I will look twice the next time I go out there.


I loved dressing up on Halloween and running around collecting candy. Back then we could do the innocent things like that and didn't have to worry about the stuff that happens today. I miss the old times and the fun we had. There is nothing like it today. And by the way, there is no evil intent here, just plain old fashion fun from the 50's.
 Besides, I like black cats.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

I found a Dragonfly!

Well, four to be more specific. I call this Golden Dragonflies. I decided to make this one for myself. I love dragonflies, and this has been turning out to be wonderful. Fall colors and that time of the year is my favorite although I would have an Indian summer every year, if I could. So using these colored dragonflies and a madrid of real and glass stones has created a really stunning piece. It's not done yet, however, as there is still a lot of beading to be added. For now thought this is what it looks like.


Friday, March 7, 2014

In Search of a Firefly,

and mid-winter musings.
  One day the snow was coming down to form deep banks of mid-winter drifts, and the next it was forty Five degrees and a threat of flooding, as the sun broke through the clouds to melt the ice covered roads. Lack of sunlight often causes depression, and feeling over tired. It makes you want to crawl back in bed and pull the blankets over your head. Of course it doesn't do much for you. Only facing the day head on will make any kind of difference.
  However lingering awhile, never hurts, and at these moments a mindful thought chases daydreams into a realm of fantasy. Where do your thoughts turn? Years gone by, of loving memories with which to dream of special people and events. Even yesterday is part of the past now, to be forgotten or kept as a fragile silken strand now twisted into your very being. Do we choose to hold first this strand and then that colorful one over there? Gathering as many as our grasp can hold then twisting them into the toughen cord of our life's pleasures and dreams. Dropping the ones less cared for {perhaps even painful to hold onto} or losing our tight hold as age descends upon us making it difficult to remember.
     Sometimes an overcrowding of illusions and dreams take their tole as well and we forget some small thing once vowed always to remember. At time the lesser of these can be recovered, when we glimpse some small part thereof and the gates open to flood our hearts and souls of that which we thought lost.
At other times, the greater thing will push past all else, and stand demanding entrance once again, into our threads held tight with-in our overflowing and stranded cord that makes up one's life long existence.
   How often do we look back, and upon seeing the past rise up behind us like so many hills we have climbed, stay awhile and renew acquaintances. Or do you turn quickly toward the future wishing only to forget what should have been all that has made you into your very complex and individual reality.
  So many have been touched by your past, so should you be as well. One is and therefore lives to be.
Nowhere else will there be anyone quite like you. No-one else will see as clearly through your insightful thoughts and dreams. Like a patchwork quilt, pieces sewn into the very design you have created by being what you are today, made from yesterdays flowing into tomorrows and onward into time it's self.
  The English take tea, and the french make love, I search for fireflies. Little glimmers of light like fairies in the night, all on a mid-summers eve.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The pond in Winter

This winter has been really different. And I've been watching my pond close over with ice and then re-open several times. This is what it looked like today.




Is that a frozen pond or not? I love the way this looks and have never seen the pond like this before.
-21 last night and barely above 0 today. Way to cold and to long a winter. I'm ready for spring.