Color Me Unencumbered


In a few days we will welcome a new year and I’m NOT taking anything with me into 2018. There’s a lot to celebrate about setting oneself free.,,,,color me Unencumbered.

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Season of Mirth


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I recall reading THE AGE OF INNOCENCE by Edith Wharton and being fascinated by the constant dinner parties to which those with money were invited. Since the1870’s, The Season is still practiced by young fashionables, the monied and those of us who are graced with the luxury of gathering with family and friends. Continue reading

How to Make Lemonade Magic


Veterans Day 2013

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For All Who Serve Our Nation, SALUTE! Continue reading

Purple Hearts A $1500 Remembrance


I have been an Etsy seller since October 2009 and read a great deal in tutorials from Etsy, Handmadeology, EverythingEtsy and other helpful home biz blogs about how to price my product based on both materials and labor. I thought I was pretty well informed but I forgot to expect the unexpected!  Continue reading

Suck Eggs, Make Them Starry or Follow the Carnegie Motto


Call me crazy! Call me gutsy! Call me madame d’art! Adding that Amazon, Etsy, Nest Interiors, and FacebookFanPage is cross-promoting Hide A Heart.

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Somewhere in My Youth and Childhood


When growing up, my two favorite musicals were Peter Pan and The Sound of Music. One ignited my imagination with the wonder of magic and the other opened my eyes to beauty and exquisite possibility. Undoubtedly some psychologically illuminating tidbit about me! Nevertheless, magic and possibility are the components that make up the transfusion cocktail to which I have clung all my life. Continue reading

Autumn: A Season of Remembrance


I find Autumn is the most bitter-sweet of seasons for me, conjuring up memories…some joyful, others melancholy. Last Autumn I began a Memory Anthology which included several homilies delivered by my mother. She always told me, “You catch more bees with honey than vinegar dear.” And while she was referring to the way I treated boys at the time, that simple statement had wider implication. You see, Mother was right! Continue reading