I Take It Back

I Love The Pictures!

My first harvest from my raspberry bushes!

I wish I had more to share. I have been visiting again and the pictures on all of your blog sites scream volumes. I guess the truth is words AND pictures are the best. Someday I might just try more of both. Until then, I will enjoy all of yours and do the best I can with my alotted posting time. Thank you all for my favorite entertainment~visiting you.
August Packaging : Pears

I wish my pictures were better. I did not intend to post these so they are not well presented. ( As if I am a photographer when I do intend to post! Ha---one of these days, one of these days!)I was just thinking about wanting to attend Mystic Paper's sale tomorrow and decided to show you what I have been working on this week. Both products were inspired from paper I purchased at Mystic Paper. The gingham sack holds info about how to properly ripen pears and a glossary of the different kinds of pears. The bag will hold Bartlett Pears I have ordered. There will be matching green tissue coming out of the top of the bag. I might stamp pear outlines on it, if time permits. Bareletts are in season in July and August. I fell in love with the art nouveau paper used on the September product. I love vintage everything so the ladies immediately spoke to me when they first caught my eye!

September packaging: Gourmet Cranberry Nut Clusters

Just Write

"Just write" is the message and advice I have recently given two very sweet friends. One of these friends has wanted to be a writer for as many years as I have known her ~ 42 years. Other things over the years have always become more important. When I think of it, Just Do It, whatever it is , is great advice for improving or getting anything done. Sometimes, more often than not, I want to have a great picture or something fun to go with my post. I put off posting because I am not ready with the graphics. Well, phooey. While I love seeing all the beautiful photography, the gorgeous sites, the breathtaking views, what I really love is reading the words. So today I am simply sharing a few words- nothing earth moving or important- just words.
Simply-
I am simply cool right now. I am not on my porch because it is too cool for me. OOH LA LA. How nice these words are rolling out of my mind. I do not even have to pretend it is cool. It IS cool.
Lovely~
Regardless of how much I have on my plate right now, it looks lovely and taste delicious when I give myself permission to chew the bites slowly and let the flavors blend.
Busy~
I am always busy. I am busy not being busy even if I am busy always. It is my nature so busy must be a happy word for me. Otherwise I would not choose to have it in my life so much.
Kindly~
I kindly give thanks I am not the mother of Billy, a two year old my husband and I just met recently. He lives a couple of houses down the street. His house is lovely and upon meeting Billy and his mother we learned it is a summer and weekend home. Billy has two school age sisters. In the short amount of time I visited with them ( like two minutes) they appear to be little girls I would have welcomed to my classroom when I taught. Not so with Billy. The father of the family works during the week in the valley and comes up on the weekends. It is with total kindness that I tell you the father of this family has the better deal. As we described the work we had done on our home and previous restorations we lamented we were getting too old for such work. Sabrina, mother of Billy, looked at Billy and told us she was getting too old for such work. Smile. She also told us that her husband, Bill, tells her she is too patient with Billy. Believe you me it is kindly that I tell you this is an understatement. We met this family because Billy waved to us while riding his motorized big wheel.His mother was trying to corral him home from down the street. Supper time. We were enjoying a glass of wine on our upstairs balcony. Billy proceeded to run up our driveway, straight inside our house with his mother running after and apologizing all along the way. We assured her it was fine. This is the most active, out of control little boy I have seen in a very long time. I am already kindly thanking God this is not my grandchild. I would not be able to baby sit---and I mean ever. She got him home only to discover in about two minutes he was back in front of our house riding towards the main road again. In just a minute Sabrina came running behind. It took her, I kid you not, we listened at least fifteen minutes to her trying to reason with Billy to go back home. We gave up and went inside. I was ready to do some kindly advising to Billy's bottomside or let him know my house was a time out house so my husband and I decided to remove me from the scene. Sometimes reasoning is not the kindly thing to do with a two year old. Oh my gosh, thank you, thank you, thank you, that I kindly do not have to teach or love this child. Honestly, you had to be here to fully appreciate the not so kind words I am leaving out of this post and the details of the other fast paced movements.Thank you , thank you, thank you, that I am not a mother of any two year old, much less Billy.
I guess kindly wins in terms of word importance today. I was just letting words pop into my head and writing about them. I will kindly close and let you visit another site with some graphics. That is what I am about to do!

I Know I Know It Has Been Longer Than A Week

Sorry!
Been catching up on work!
I hate moving!
Margs sucked but the toasting was awesome!
Much ado in my life!
Want to see Mystic Paper again and friends, but alas, other of life's endeavors are, shall I say," intruding, but in an alright manner, sort of "?
Back to Pinetop in the morning. Must retrieve my camera charger. Did I already say I hate moving?!
If you laugh at this question, considering my posting and photography , I would not blame you, BUT any suggestions out there about which SLR digital camera is the best?
I have not and am not allowing myself to read ANY blogging until I am on my porch in Pinetop. It was not available in Mexico and since I have been home it has been self in flicked due to other responsibilities. It has been missed. Soooooo, come on porch in Pinetop!

Off To Mexico

GOING TO MARGARITA VILLE!
BACK IN A WEEK!
I WILL TOAST EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU, REGARDLESS OF THE NUMBER OF MARGS I WILL HAVE TO DRINK TO DO SO!

Down From The Pines To

JULY DELIVERIES

Down from the cool pines to the blistering hot as you know what valley. I know, I know, come winter I will be saying down from the freezing cold pines to the gorgeous spring like valley. In the last six months we have had only one person look at our house for sale, in the valley. The good news is, we will slowing keep emptying the house and if it does not sell, this winter we will have a place to call home down in the valley. After this winter, if nothing has happened, we are considering renting it until this economy turns around.

Pictures show what I have been about since Saturday. Actually, it is also what my husband has been doing with me. I'm liking him being retired. He is helping me with my business while he watches television. We both win. Smile. I don't care that he watches television and I get free labor. Great Deal! Now, if I could just get him to do the ironing!

We took my parents to supper last night. I had not seen them for two weeks. Like Kim of sweet sage vintage, my father was an Air Force man. There are many stories available to share which someday might just happen ( either while on the porch in the valley or the mountains ,but more importantly when I am not filling my life, with what ever it is that keeps me from writing them now! ) someday. Anyway, the Fourth of July is days away. I purposely posted the July Deliveries in different shades of red and blue. Though each of us U.S. citizens are Americans, we each have our own views as to what life is about, what is good for our country, our children, the world. Now, I wonder if every other person, in what ever country he or she calls homeland, also has these same differences? If so, seems to me, all these differences might mean we are alike in someway. J U S T A T H O U G H T

With The First Cup of Coffee

Mike Putman, my blogging guru warned the class about blogging drunk. At this point of the morning I am wondering if he should not also have warned us about blogging without a shot of caffeine first thing in the morning! I have no pictures I am sharing today. I just want to chat. Nothing to say in particular, just that morning coffee/tea/pop/juice/ or what ever your beverage of choice is first thing after awakening. Ahhhh, and let us talk about awakening. We have a cat. We have a beautiful tuxedo cat. We have a tuxedo cat that we rescued a few years back. First cat I have ever owned. After the last few days, maybe the last we will ever own. ( This last statement is totally in jest as I was just begging my husband to let us rescue Kim of Sweet Sage Vintage's kitty in need of a home) Anyway, we had to install the kitty door in our bedroom. It was the only appropriate location due to one thing or another. It is right by our bed. One of the new high class infra red contraptions that can read the collar and only let the kitty wearing it inside one's abode. Love this part, as in the valley we seemed to have one and one half cats. Another black and white was using us for free. No love, no attention, just plain out stealing food and hiding in various places in the house. Did not mind until it got into something and started smelling like a skunk ten times over. I would walk in a room and immediately know, from the smell, we had a visitor. Did I also mention she was MEAN to our Sammy, our kitty?

Alright, back to my original story. Sammy has learned how to use the kitty door. As his mom I will also tell you he was a very fast learner. One time out the door and he had it down pat. Pat is a good word to use here as PAT,PAT,PAT, is the sound the door makes when he comes and when he goes. You know what this means. Awake, awake, awake, depending on the number of times he comes and goes. Now, many of you would say to just close the door at night. Can't because I cannot stand litter boxes. Sammy goes potty outside. Choices. I am thinking about getting a very loud fan to sit right next to the bed. We already sleep with a loud vintage one across the room. Love that dead noise.

We were supposed return to the valley on Tuesday, then Wed., then today. Now it is tomorrow. I have product to complete and deliveries to be made for next Tuesday so I MUST get my touche back to the heat. I need it to light a fire under there somewhere as product is not what I have been working on up here.

I did get the piles and piles of fabric somewhat organized and out of the middle of the floor. I need more of my storage pieces from home to continue to organize all this STUFF. I think I have had sort of a meltdown craft wise this week. I am normally a pretty organized and productive ( or so I thought, before reading Marissa's blog of artologist, and numerous other talented bloggers) person but this week, not so. I have been disgusted with all the STUFF I have. I antique, garage sale, sew, cook, create altered art, make books, knit, crochet, and blah, blah, blah. You get the picture.At one point I almost just picked everything up in the middle of the floor and threw it away. My logic was much as my husband's is when he is going on a trip. ( I think most men are like this-irritates the you know what out of me as I want to think in this manner!) He says if he forgets something he can buy it again. I was just about to close my eyes and take this plunge when the word GREEN came to my mind. Here I am creating something new out of vintage linens in an effort to save them and give them new life. Why does being GREEN have to become practical and politically correct just when I am having serious BROWN thoughts? Having said all this I will also let you know I have not even started packing my craft room closet, in the valley. I must purge. I must, I must.

Need that second cup of coffee. First one is long gone and I am still rattling away. Kim and Jennifer, hope to get in to Mystic for a visit before our Rocky Point week with kids. Kim of sweetsagevintage, have a lovely, lovely time in Cody. Know you will have lots to share upon your return. I hope to visit there someday. Bonnie, dear, kiss the bride for me and hug all your family, especially our Megan. Everyone else, I hope you have a HIGH time without caffeine or any other stimulant. Though if it takes it for you to function--indulge. My dad always told me to do what ever it took to make myself look and feel better. Hey, next post might be The Latest Two Things That Have Changed My Life. With that I will close and go down stairs for another cup.

Just Time For A Quickie

Where does the time go? Lately it goes to tasks like below.

Is this the magic time it will fit?

Took five times to get the opening prepared properly but yes, kitchen sink is ready for plumber is scheduled for tomorrow to finish all plumbing! Finally!

My studio This does not look as bad as it really is!! Boxes have been piled high. Too much of my storage is not here yet. I have decided to just dump out on the floor everything that cannot be put away.


More of the dumping to take place today.

As you can tell from this post, my creativity is consumed by this huge project!

Hoping all of you have time for more than just a quickie this week!