Brings to us all both joy and glee.
the adventures of one crafty girl and her camera.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
158/366: December 8
It's worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you...
Just to make happy someone like you...
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
157/366: December 7
Later on, we'll conspire.
As we dream by the fire.
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made...
As we dream by the fire.
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made...
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
150/366:One Dollar
Early in this adventure.
I was tasked with photographing.
Something green.
I chose to showcase.
The plants in our home.
That my husband so effortlessly grows.
Not long after.
I was passing the one dollar bins.
At Target.
They were full of these teeny.
Tiny.
Terra cotta.
Pots.
Grow your own herbs.
On a whim I selected basil.
Cilantro.
Parsley.
Exchanged my three dollars.
Brought my three tiny terra cotta pots home.
Put them on a shelf.
For months.
Untouched.
Daring me.
Finally.
Several weeks ago.
I worked up the confidence.
To plant my herbs.
My husband offers to water them.
I turn him down.
I am determined.
To GROW something.
Yesterday.
The first one sprouted.
I am SO proud.
The rest of them could die.
It won't matter.
I have a sprout.
That I.
Grew.
By myself.
Former killer of all things green.
Now a grower.
Of herbs.
That we can use.
While cooking.
Amazing.
The confidence acquired.
From one dollar.
I was tasked with photographing.
Something green.
I chose to showcase.
The plants in our home.
That my husband so effortlessly grows.
Not long after.
I was passing the one dollar bins.
At Target.
They were full of these teeny.
Tiny.
Terra cotta.
Pots.
Grow your own herbs.
On a whim I selected basil.
Cilantro.
Parsley.
Exchanged my three dollars.
Brought my three tiny terra cotta pots home.
Put them on a shelf.
For months.
Untouched.
Daring me.
Finally.
Several weeks ago.
I worked up the confidence.
To plant my herbs.
My husband offers to water them.
I turn him down.
I am determined.
To GROW something.
Yesterday.
The first one sprouted.
I am SO proud.
The rest of them could die.
It won't matter.
I have a sprout.
That I.
Grew.
By myself.
Former killer of all things green.
Now a grower.
Of herbs.
That we can use.
While cooking.
Amazing.
The confidence acquired.
From one dollar.
149/366: Neighbors
I love having neighbors.
That are cool.
It is always such fun.
To spend an evening.
Talking and laughing.
And let the dishes wait.
Until morning.
That are cool.
It is always such fun.
To spend an evening.
Talking and laughing.
And let the dishes wait.
Until morning.
Monday, November 28, 2011
148/366: The Simplest Things
Coffee table books.
Found in the clearance section.
Of Barnes and Noble.
Rate high on my list.
Of guilty pleasures.
Found in the clearance section.
Of Barnes and Noble.
Rate high on my list.
Of guilty pleasures.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
147/366: On The Road
This morning we woke early.
6:00am.
To head home.
From our Vegas Thanksgiving.
Here is Cajon Pass.
In Southern California.
From the road.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
145/366: Not So Black Friday
Today my husband.
Took me to his alma mater.
The campus was quiet.
Closed for the holiday break.
We walked.
Talked.
Held hands.
Kissed in the library.
Snuggled on a bench.
In the middle of falling leaves.
He told me about college.
I listened.
Observed.
Fell in love.
A little more.
There was no shopping.
No holiday crowds.
No discounts.
No deals.
We started the day with friends.
We ended the day with friends.
Spent time with family in between.
Spent time together in between.
It was perfect.
Took me to his alma mater.
The campus was quiet.
Closed for the holiday break.
We walked.
Talked.
Held hands.
Kissed in the library.
Snuggled on a bench.
In the middle of falling leaves.
He told me about college.
I listened.
Observed.
Fell in love.
A little more.
There was no shopping.
No holiday crowds.
No discounts.
No deals.
We started the day with friends.
We ended the day with friends.
Spent time with family in between.
Spent time together in between.
It was perfect.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
144/366: Tradition
For me.
The beauty of holidays.
Is rooted in tradition.
Thanksgiving is about family.
Friends.
Life.
Parades.
Turkey.
Pie.
Shopping.
The start of the holiday season.
It is many things.
Held dear in my heart.
As a child.
One of the many things I loved about Thanksgiving.
Was the anticipation.
Of the Thanksgiving day paper.
Stuffed with glossy colorful ads.
Before the years.
Of the Toys R Us annual toy book.
The Thanksgiving Day ads.
Were our annual toy book.
As soon as the dishes.
Were cleared from the table.
Grandma would hand each of us.
A paper.
A pencil.
The ads.
We would browse.
Meticulously creating detailed lists.
Of what Santa should bring.
As the years went on.
Kids became adults.
We would all scatter.
Across the Grandma's living room floor.
Passing ads across the room.
Pointing out good deals.
Sometimes making 5am shopping dates.
Today was the first Thanksgiving.
I have ever spent away from home.
With adulthood and marriage.
Come change.
The inevitable.
Today.
I spent a wonderful.
Memorable.
Relaxing day.
With my new in laws.
My first Thanksgiving.
As a wife and a daughter in law.
I loved every minute of it.
And I won't lie.
My heart gave a little kick.
My lips spread wide in a grin.
When I saw the huge newspaper.
Stuffed with ads.
Ready for browsing.
The beauty of holidays.
Is rooted in tradition.
Thanksgiving is about family.
Friends.
Life.
Parades.
Turkey.
Pie.
Shopping.
The start of the holiday season.
It is many things.
Held dear in my heart.
As a child.
One of the many things I loved about Thanksgiving.
Was the anticipation.
Of the Thanksgiving day paper.
Stuffed with glossy colorful ads.
Before the years.
Of the Toys R Us annual toy book.
The Thanksgiving Day ads.
Were our annual toy book.
As soon as the dishes.
Were cleared from the table.
Grandma would hand each of us.
A paper.
A pencil.
The ads.
We would browse.
Meticulously creating detailed lists.
Of what Santa should bring.
As the years went on.
Kids became adults.
We would all scatter.
Across the Grandma's living room floor.
Passing ads across the room.
Pointing out good deals.
Sometimes making 5am shopping dates.
Today was the first Thanksgiving.
I have ever spent away from home.
With adulthood and marriage.
Come change.
The inevitable.
Today.
I spent a wonderful.
Memorable.
Relaxing day.
With my new in laws.
My first Thanksgiving.
As a wife and a daughter in law.
I loved every minute of it.
And I won't lie.
My heart gave a little kick.
My lips spread wide in a grin.
When I saw the huge newspaper.
Stuffed with ads.
Ready for browsing.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
143/366: Cotton Candy Clouds
As we came across the desert today.
The sun started to go down.
The sky changed.
So fast.
From blue with fluffy white clouds.
To pink cotton candy wisps.
It looked like feathers.
Floating over the mountains.
I tried to show it.
Exactly as it was.
These photos were taken.
Minutes apart.
And aside from a few.
Basic.
Tweaks.
Are not heavily edited.
It was breathtaking.
Lovely.
Unforgettable.
The sun started to go down.
The sky changed.
So fast.
From blue with fluffy white clouds.
To pink cotton candy wisps.
It looked like feathers.
Floating over the mountains.
I tried to show it.
Exactly as it was.
These photos were taken.
Minutes apart.
And aside from a few.
Basic.
Tweaks.
Are not heavily edited.
It was breathtaking.
Lovely.
Unforgettable.
142/366: Road Trip
The potatoes are packed.
Waiting by the door.
With camera bags.
Laptop bags.
Snack bags.
Shopping bags.
Barbie bags.
Don't judge...
It is cute and easy to spot at the airport.
We are off to Vegas tomorrow.
For Thanksgiving with the Schmeiser crew.
Fingers crossed.
For good traffic karma.
and excellent photo ops.
All the way to Sin City.
Waiting by the door.
With camera bags.
Laptop bags.
Snack bags.
Shopping bags.
Barbie bags.
Don't judge...
It is cute and easy to spot at the airport.
We are off to Vegas tomorrow.
For Thanksgiving with the Schmeiser crew.
Fingers crossed.
For good traffic karma.
and excellent photo ops.
All the way to Sin City.
Monday, November 21, 2011
141/366: Comfort
I don't care.
What science.
Doctors.
Really Anyone.
Says...
Sometimes.
They really do.
Make everything better.
What science.
Doctors.
Really Anyone.
Says...
Sometimes.
They really do.
Make everything better.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
140/366: Fabric and Life
I LOVE fabric.
I have oodles of it.
I have fabric set aside.
For current projects.
Future projects.
Maybe someday projects.
Fabric I like.
Just because.
And need to find a project.
So I can use it.
I have an entire closet.
Of fabric.
Yesterday.
When looking for a fabric.
To finish off a baby quilt.
I spotted this polka dot.
From an aisle away.
I have nothing to use it in.
I am saving it.
For someday.
There is a picture.
Of my great grandmother.
Hannah.
She is wearing a navy dress.
With tiny white polka dots.
Just. Like. This. Print.
When I saw this.
From an aisle away.
My heart sighed.
Hannah.
I could see her.
I could hear her.
Someday.
I will make something.
Of this piece of cloth.
It will carry her spirit.
For now.
It goes on the shelf.
For the right project.
At the right time.
And each time.
I pass it.
I will think of her.
I have oodles of it.
I have fabric set aside.
For current projects.
Future projects.
Maybe someday projects.
Fabric I like.
Just because.
And need to find a project.
So I can use it.
I have an entire closet.
Of fabric.
Yesterday.
When looking for a fabric.
To finish off a baby quilt.
I spotted this polka dot.
From an aisle away.
I have nothing to use it in.
I am saving it.
For someday.
There is a picture.
Of my great grandmother.
Hannah.
She is wearing a navy dress.
With tiny white polka dots.
Just. Like. This. Print.
When I saw this.
From an aisle away.
My heart sighed.
Hannah.
I could see her.
I could hear her.
Someday.
I will make something.
Of this piece of cloth.
It will carry her spirit.
For now.
It goes on the shelf.
For the right project.
At the right time.
And each time.
I pass it.
I will think of her.
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