Drink Me Class…

I had so much fun completing Shimelle’s Drink Me Class that she did for UK Scrappers. When she said in her istructions that you might want to attach this little book to your purse… I thought – no probably not- but now I am so in love with it that I think I just might. 🙂


Handmade Goodies

This particular handmade goody is a thank you note from Tree Fall Designs.



Grandma Letters



Pure Happiness

Drink Me Back Cover

I had so much fun with this. Thanks to UK Scrappers and Shimelle for this class.

Words to meditate on….

“I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.”
— e.e. cummings

Mr. Paris Pigeon Pants and Making Peace with Progress

Pigeon Pants

Mr. Paris Pigeon Pants and Making Peace with Progress – a novel-

The true story of a clandestine meeting between a girl and a pigeon in Paris- as captured in film by Jon Tillman. It is not a novel, but it should be, truly.


“Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.” –Sir Winston Churchill

A song written by a wonderful lady named Kelly Mitchell has become my most recent theme song. “Make peace with progress or get out of is way.” It is a harder lesson to learn than I initially thought, but I am getting there.

I feel a stretching and a growing and perhaps some reaching. What am I reaching for? That seems hard to say or pin down…. my ideas and notions about the world are being challenged, but not in a way that I am used to- it is not drastic or tragic- it is quiet and it could be ignored if I tried hard enough, but I don’t and so it is here just looking at me – wondering what I am going to do next.
I am making peace with progress… and learning as I go, but with each step- as often happens- I realize how much more there is to learn.

Mrs. Davey Crocket… Queen of the Wild Frontier

Dancing The fourth grade must be a magical time where these things are concerned. I remember being in a play about Davey Crockett. Somehow I was the only girl in the cast. I had to waltz with Davey C. which at the time horrified me and Mr. Crockett as well I think. It was all fine when he could hold my t-shirt a foot away from my waist, but when I had to wear the dress we actually had to touch… ugh…. that involved boy cooties, apparently. Clearly not as informative as Carrie Nation, but we were learning about something- I just can’t tell you what at the moment. My fourth grade year was not one of monumental teaching… I had supply teacher after supply teacher… Now my fifth grade year with Mrs. Scott- astounding, but that is an entirely different story.
But when I think of this I know that there are pieces of what I have become in that story… and yes oddly enough when I think about all the things that I have wanted to be many of them are incorporated into my daily life though sometimes in very odd ways…