A few of the things I find each week that pique my interest, bring me
joy, inspire me to learn, create, do, become . . . maybe they will do
the same for you!
I could not find a source for this, but how pretty is this! If you can find the source I will be happy to add it!
Erin Lincoln. I love this.
DIY Craftsy. Terra Cotta Pots.
Glue Sticks. Jelly Soap.
Hello Wonderful. Unicorn Dream Catchers.
Home Talk. How to paint with Sharpies and Alcohol.
Kitchen Classroom, make your own Air Dry Clay.
Decor Hint. Basic Macrame Knots. Step by Step Guide.
Balancing Home. Tic Tac Toe Rocks.
Garden Therapy. Beaded Wind Chime.
A Piece of Rainbow. Pop Up Birthday Card. Pretty!
Hip 2 Save. How to marble paper using shaving cream.
Crafting Happiness. Busy Bee Crochet Blanket. Cute!
Projects with Kids. Gingerbread Ornaments. Cute!
Brooklyn Craft Company. DIY Mini Loom.
Craft Bits. Scrap Yarn Birds.
Heartfelt Balance. PomPom Coasters.
Artsy Va Va. Plaster of Paris Flowers.
Home Stories. How to Paint Acorns.
Diane Rambles. Chip and Dip bowl. Unique! Why didn't I think of that!
And those are my finds for this week. I hope you saw something you liked. I have to tell you now about something I re-discovered yesterday that I have had for a while, but probably hadn't looked at or seen in ages. I was going through a drawer and found this brown envelope filled with old report cards, attendance awards, etc. All the way through school. My last report card (grade 12) was abysmal, but by that time I knew that all I had to do was graduate and become a secretary or some such. I was not inspired or expected to do more than that, and so school had become a social thing for me more than anything.
In my kindergarten report card was a space for my parents to write their comments. My mom had filled them all in to great detail.
I don't think I had actually ever sat and read them before or really taken them in. Somehow after you have lost someone, these things take on even more significance and become very poignant. To read these words that my own dear mother had written about me when I was five years old touched my heart in a simple and beautiful way. My mother really knew me well. Even at that age I was showing signs of the woman I would become, who loved/loves to draw and sew and cook and take care of others. I still lack patience on occasion and get really frustrated when things are not going the way I want them to. Nothing changes . . . I was in tears reading these comments. My mother loved all of us so very much. Because I am a mother myself, I know just how much that is and it is a love which defies description. I hope that she knew I loved/love her back in the same way. Every day I miss her and feel such a deep sense of loss that I can't explain, but some days it is just more difficult to cope with than others . . .
A thought to carry with you . . .
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*Appreciate where you are
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*Appreciate where you are
in your journey,
even if its not where
you want to be. Every
season serves a purpose.
•。★★ 。* 。•。★★ 。* 。
In The English Kitchen today . . . Bagel Chips. Easy. Off to get my eyes tested today. And its pouring rain. Blah . . .
Have a fabulous Friday. Don't forget!
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And I do too!
