I often think, when in the middle of rampant insomnia, that I should have my
I went back to my “roots” so to speak with the canvas that I worked on today. A
At the end of a long busy day I received the very best
The heavily laden grey
The last four days have been punctuated with the same four words over and over again. The sweet
It was a busy day in an unusual way. The first part of it were spent “zipping”
I stood up quickly, self consciously caught in the act. I felt the
My grandfather, Bowyer Bradford, left England in 1903 for a better life in Canada. He wrote back to his older sister, Lizzie for decades. Sadly the letters are gone but they kept alive a connect with his family in the “old country”. During the
Armed with one round of experience in the Arts and Crafts Time we struck out again. It’s a time sensitive project that will, like a lot of our end results, be treasured for years. This though is not a building project but rather an arts and crafts creation.
Baby C is now 8 weeks old and so it was time to do his footprints. We had left over supplies from doing the Little A’s when she was a bambino. Her she is “helping” us organize them!
One never ends up with a happy baby with their feet squished in plaster but it’s worth a few minutes worth of tears!
Just over 2 years since we did her footprints. She seemed to be in a bit of disbelief that these were her little feet. Now they are these long slender feet that her momma inherited from her gramma.
The finished product makes my heart fill with joy whenever I glance upon it. So blessed and so grateful and very pleased that their parents were ok with me to share the photos.
I searched intensely for a visible sign. Some little marking that would lead to further clues but alas there was nothing. It was indeed, just a small old