New Projects

I have been very inspired lately

by ideas for my booth.

Not sure if the customers will be as

excited as I am...

but I can hope.

This was a very ugly canvas of a flower

that I got at a sale.

Loved painting over it and starting fresh with

this look and color.

 The horse is an American Girls size

but I painted it and glittered and glammed it up!

Prairie Aprons

I am in love with my new apron designs!

I call them Prairie aprons and 

will be selling them in Rusty G.

 The one above I used a vintage napkin for the 

front and also a ruffled piece on the side 

which doesn't show in the picture.

June

"All the smells of winter are washed away 

by the flood tide of the perfumes of June--

an incomparable blend of a thousand flowers

 caressed by the sun, 

of fruit springing from bud in the orchard,

 of roots thickening in loose, rich soil, 

of sea turn, swamp mist, running brooks,

 birch and pine. 

The outdoors comes in and there is no indoors...

Small children, barefoot, roam at will,

 wading brooks, peering into muskrat holes,

feeding small birds in the hollows of trees, 

following woods trails, digging sand banks. 

Women's fingers are pink-stained at night

from the picking and hulling

 which bring strawberry short-cake to the table."

Gladys Hasty Carroll

Iconic in Turquoise

I beg pardon y'all if  I offend the purists

on this post;)

I bought an old pair of cowboy boots...

very cheap and too big for me

But I really "needed" a Turquoise pair, 

not to wear but to display in my bedroom.

So out came my Annie Sloan chalk paint

and now they have pride of place in my room!

Now I really wish they did fit!

9 Months and Stolen My Heart

We call him Beckham boy...

and he is the snuggliest, most expressive

little munchkin!

How Many Miracles?

How many miracles can we ask God for? 

Is there a limit to His mercy

and His grace?

If we ask do we expect to receive what

our minds think is best or what God thinks is best?

These are the questions I have been thinking

a lot about in the past few months and 

especially tonight as our church

faces another night of prayer.

Our Pastor has gone into surgery

for a liver transplant...and we wait

with anxious hearts and prayers for 

just one more miracle!

In his family we have prayed for a 

miracle of release from drug addiction

and his son has been clean over 2 years...

in his family we prayed for his other son

to survive leukemia, pancreatitis,

pain med withdrawal, broken tibia,

ongoing healing...

He has made it 2 years in remission despite

all the complications.

For our pastor we prayed that his liver cancer 

would be healed,

and tonight he gets a new liver...

if God wills it to be so and all goes well.

How many miracles can we ask for

 in one family? 

I don't know-- but what I do know is that there

are no limits set for us in His Word.

He makes it plain that we ought to pray and

ask without ceasing, with faith and in His will.

We should pray even if our faith is as small 

as a mustard seed and He will do

as we ask...according to His will.

So tonight I ask He who knows best for

 just one MORE miracle,

for this family that I have come to know 

and love in such a special way.

I love you Pastor H and Family

May

"May is the tender promise we know will come true.

If in the earlier months any of us has doubted that

God loves his children, every one, we doubt no longer.

The sun has come back and rises north of the mountain,

gently flooding the windows of the east chamber

 as it comes up, and casting a soft light

 on the brown kitchen wall

behind the supper table as it goes down.

The grass is green and growing and the cattle are out.

One night at milking time a 

new calf is brought up from the pasture.

The seed is in and the long rows of twin leaves rise from the earth.

The apple trees are in rosy bloom, the blossoms of 

wild pear and cherry like white torches 

against the dark woods and the stone wall.

Day and night the air is bright and sweet 

with the scent of budding fruit, 

the flash of wings, and the song

of birds building nests among the flowers.

The whistle of the whippoorwill is a bugle call to summer."

Gladys Hasty Carroll