This past weekend was one of the busiest I’ve ever had. So many great things happening all at once. Milestones, like my oldest daughter’s Junior Prom. Traditions, like my youngest daughter’s Girl Scout Camporee. Opportunities, like a booth for selling my paintings. Volunteering, by helping to chair our largest competition. Any …
Life is so busy, it’s so easy to get lost in all of it. My life as of late feels like it is going at warp speed and I could feel myself getting lost in all of it. Barn demo, work, prom, competitions, kid stuff, booster stuff, college stuff, travel…so …
I was recently asked to do a special memorial piece for a friend. She had some ideas but wasn’t sure how to make them work together. She sent me a piece that she kinda liked and the Irish blessing and I ran with it from there. This piece is approximately …
Ah, St. Patrick’s Day. It’s always been a BIG deal in our house. The leprechauns come for a visit in the night and are up to all sorts of shenanigans. Everyone wears green (I ask the girls EVERY YEAR if I can make them matching green plaid pants again…so far …
I love what I do. I love to paint, I love to play with letters, I love to breathe life into old things and make them something new, something cherished. I love unplugging and doing. I love bringing joy to people’s lives. I love telling stories. I love hearing stories. …
I’m not really a huge fan of Valentine’s Day…I remember sitting in home room as they were handing out red, pink and white carnations fretting if I’d end up empty handed for the day. I always bought anonymous carnations (and candy canes, for that matter) for classmates who probably were …
Many of the custom pieces I’ve created involve samples of a loved one’s handwriting. Sometimes the words and phrases are perfect in their form, ready to paint. Other times, they come in bits and pieces to be put together like a puzzle. Over Christmas, I had painted some funny one-liners …
Our someday house. It’s what we would refer to when we were renovating our newest duty station house…”in our someday house, I want to have a mud room.” We talked about this house for twenty something years as we bounced around, fixing up house after house. When it came time …
