Okay….I know you remember my Texas StarsWell…I didn’t think of it….but an acquaintance suggested a garden obelisk…..Well…..DUH!!!!!!!!!! So….Here one is…..What do Y’all think? Any more suggestions? Love Y’all!!!
A Change Up
Our Resting Place
Finally….after much rigamarole….We have landed in our final resting place! We lost all our followers…but I have faith that my true followers, and friends will eventually get over to the new spot….and we will start to grow again! Now if I can just get this curve accomplished….things will be okay. I swear….it’s like drinking from […]
A state of mind
I’m really not sure when it happened….but it’s been going on a long time….and I’m sure Y’all do something similar. When our kids were little…any distance in a vehicle with three rowdy boys and a bullied little girl…was just excruciating. What one of my boys didn’t think up…the others did. They were the “typical” ornery […]
A Bestie! and her gardens
Bestie’s Gardens My hubby has worked at the same place since before we met…and we’ve been married just shy of twenty-three years. Although he’s worked there all that time….the coordinators have come and gone….until about fifteen or so years ago. Enter Miss Cheryl….and her gardens. She and I were cordial to one another…but I can’t […]
New Designs
Okay….first….I must apologize. I told Y’all last week I was gonna do a perspective drawing tutorial…and I am…just haven’t had ANY time this week. My time isn’t mine at all. I have worked for two days in my booths…and I LOVE the changes…but I’m wore clean smooth right now! Moving isn’t much of an option […]
Move Over!
Today…I’m gonna talk about someone else. I hope that this starts a trend. I want to start spotlighting other local artists. I think in this area of the world…artists go so unnoticed. We live where most folks just barely get by…and live a pretty plain life. No offense to anyone…this has always been a farming […]
Father’s Day (A tribute to DADDY)
On this Father’s Day…I would like to take a minute and just reflect on everything that Fathers do. My father died when I was seven months old…and my sister was just shy of her second birthday. So for the most part…we never knew him. We only knew what our family chose to share with us…or […]
