Friday, December 31, 2010

"Love" tags

Front and back of tags for swap!!

Monday, December 27, 2010

Another treasure box, Journal page

The journal page is doors and windows, The garden box was a gift for my daughter for Christmas, inside and out, the 2 small boxes were gifts of jewelry for grandaughters. The diffuser bottles are from my group Roses at my table--a new project every month for a small fee, the boxes were nov., the bottles Dec. You can even download the videos as part of this and save it so you can do it later or refresh your memory on the process.

Another Treasure box and new journal page!!!

Another treasure box and journal page!!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

A Collection of my favorite Christmas Poems! My Christmas card to you!!

When I was about 10 years old a man that did chores for my Mother gave me a book of Longfellow poetry, I have always loved his poems since, i lost track of the book many years ago and have looked on ebay and in flea markets and antique stores for the book, The inscription read "This Book belongs to Fred S. Fleming" So keep your eyes open.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
Christmas Bells

I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men."

this poem by Longfellow was written during the civil war.

Sharing my favorites with you today!
The Road not Taken
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference?


Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Twas the Night before Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas Poem also called “A Visit from St. Nicholas"

Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863) wrote the poem Twas the night before Christmas also called “A Visit from St. Nicholas" in 1822. It is now the tradition in many American families to read the poem every Christmas Eve.


Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem

By Maya Angelou

Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.
Flood waters await us in our avenues.

Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche
Over unprotected villages.
The sky slips low and grey and threatening.

We question ourselves.
What have we done to so affront nature?
We worry God.
Are you there? Are you there really?
Does the covenant you made with us still hold?

Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters,
Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope
And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.
The world is encouraged to come away from rancor,
Come the way of friendship.

It is the Glad Season.
Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner.
Flood waters recede into memory.
Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us
As we make our way to higher ground.

Hope is born again in the faces of children
It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.
Hope spreads around the earth. Brightening all things,
Even hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.

In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
We hear a sweetness.
The word is Peace.
It is loud now. It is louder.
Louder than the explosion of bombs.

We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence.
It is what we have hungered for.
Not just the absence of war. But, true Peace.
A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.
We beckon this good season to wait a while with us.
We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.

Come and fill us and our world with your majesty.
We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,
implore you to stay awhile with us
so we may learn by your shimmering light
how to look beyond complexion and see community.

It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.
On this platform of peace, we can create a language
to translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.
At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ

Into the great religions of the world.
We jubilate the precious advent of trust.
We shout with glorious tongues the coming of hope.
All the earth’s tribes loosen their voices to celebrate the promise of

We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.

We look at our world and speak the word aloud.

We look at each other, then into ourselves,
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation:

Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul


Sunday, December 19, 2010

Gift boxes!!

Gift box for my grandaughter and grandson's wife both hold jewelry. the small one is 4 X 3, the other is 6 x4.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Anastasia-great grandaughter!!All Three!!

Pictures of Anna in her tutu and the Christmas pictures of all three, Trentyn, Dominic and Anna, The boys are so handsome and really a couple of characters. She is laying on a quilt that I made. So sweet!!!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Paper Art Dolls!!

This is Camille, I made her for a sample doll for a paper doll swap on Roses at my table group.The top on is Aggie, she looks like an Aggie to me.Forgot her hair so here in another picture,Here is Sara , the ballerina.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Merry Christmas from my house to yours!!!!

I sent Jerry outside to take this picture, it was very cold 10 below but the picture turned out fine. Happy Holidays!!!

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Antique baby dress wall hanging!!

Had this little dress- had some holes and wear, so made this little wall hanging for my great grandaughter Anastasia. Has a gold hook hanger and a branch from an apple tree.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

New project! tiny things

Bought some punchout furniture and worked on it. Fun, not done yet but a good start. These pieces are going to go in my Mercantile store(that I haven't made yet)

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Merry Christmas!! Believe in the Magic!!!domino pendants!!

Don't know how good the pictures are---This is crackle accent and a brass key, there is a poem and gold leaf on the back.

Monday, November 29, 2010

"Christmas Wishes "room box

Found a frame 12 x 15- my husband buit a 3inch deep box around the back, layered images with foam to bring forward. Saw a similiar in Somerset magazine.So much fun to do this box, might buy a light for it.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Memory box!!

This is a Memory box I made with the RAIL group at Roses at my table. Zinnia is a wonderful teacher and the class is a lot of fun to do.Very clear instruction and ideas to make it your own. It is for my niece and has 3 file folders and going to hold a journal (matching and a calender) Putting a couple of drawer sachets in it for a lovely scent.

Thanksgiving and the Opening of the Christmas Village!!

The village is about 7 ft by 7 ft. Doors cover it when not in season. The snow has to be changed every 3 or 4 years. What a job, the street lights were bought when I started about 15 years ago and have never been replaced , they light every year and a bulb has never burned out.I can't add any more to it except for trees, add trees every year.

Happy Thanksgiving!! roasting chesnuts!

How to roast chesnuts, put oven on 425 wash and dry chesnuts, cut a cross in the flat side of each chesnut thru to the nut. put in baking pan and roast for 20 minutes. peel while warm. Yummy!

The year has turned its circle,

The seasons come and go.'

The harvest all is gathered in

And chilly north winds blow.

Orchards have shared their treasures,

The fields, their yellow grain,

So open wide the doorway~

Thanksgiving comes again
Can't wait to start the dinner, all the supplies are in so nothing to do but cook , Love the smells and the process of adding all those wonderful herbs and spices, basting the turkey and making that wonderful gravy, Even the mashed potatoes are a special with their sour cream, heavy cream, butter and Salt and pepper. This year we have apple caramel salad, butterscoth pies, pumpkin pie, apple pie, and banana split cake for dessert. Sides are sweet potato casserole, scalloped corn, green bean casserole, creamed onions, sausage and herb stuffing and lots of condiments and appetizers, Can't wait for Wednesday to come, the Turkey is thawing in the fridge. I started cooking Thankgiving when I was 26 and have only went other places, maybe 7 or 8 times since. love it!! This is the day to open the Christmas Village also!

Friday, November 5, 2010

Tag swap!!Journal spread-Opposites

These are my tags for a Roses swap, they have opening doors for the Angels theme and the back is finished.
The journal spread is "Opposites" Summer- Winter- Hot -cold.

Sunday, October 31, 2010


Three of these have a bail. Small but will work I think.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Halloween journal page!! November AB challenge page!!

Picture is a little shaky, normal for Halloween, can't wait to see all the wee ones and their sweet costumes.