This past week he was an artist of carpentry. In his own art studio, you can see tables and easels
he has made from scratch. These last few days he actually spent most of it making an art work table for me.
It was wonderful to watch him make it. I tried to help him out when I could and learn a bit.
Although Thanksgiving has not come yet, I started working on Christmas projects. I want to enjoy making handmade ornaments, decorations, gifts...for the Christmas season without feeling the rush. So I took out some Christmas stamps I bought last year and made this little pouch.
What might it carry?
Perhaps I can use it for holding Christmas cards or....
has officially begun here. So much inspiration is already being shared in some of my favorite blogs. Although I am not a glitter person, I feel like sprinkling a bit on these rolled up hymn pages. So I will be going to the store to see what options for glitter are out there. Any ideas?
As soon as we opened the door of the chapel, a flock of birds flew out and over our heads. This is how this memory begins. More than 20 years ago, my Dad was assigned to reopen a chapel which had been closed for many years. The chapel was located in a very small town. We spent several days cleaning, organizing, and visiting families around town. In this chapel is when I heard the most beautiful hymn which still one of my favorites to date. For the Beauty of the Earth is what inspired this book. Each page is unique and includes a stamp from here and here. As we begin this month of thanksgiving and blessings, my memory will always be preserved in this book. I am so thankful for those beautiful memories that serve as gifts to creativity.