Archive for September, 2016

Feather Trees

September 27, 2016

Sis and I finally finished the feather trees that we’ve been working on for the last several weeks.


We had to paint and “distress” the wood, then wrap the limbs with some greenery. I had already had one of the trees glued to a wooden base. So we painted three flower pots for the base of the other three. Then I painted something cute on them. We whipped up some plaster of paris to pour into the pots to give the trees some weight.


Next we decorated the “limbs” with some little decorations that came from my stash.

On the one glued to the board, I crocheted a little rug and decorated it with packages and toys.


They turned out kind of cute. I sure hope they sell because I have six more of the feather trees in my stash that we’ll decorate for next year!

What’s This?

September 25, 2016

Passing my now neglected flower bed the other day, looked over and saw this:


I did not plant anything like this. What is it? Where did it come from? It’s pretty though.


It looks like a firecracker going off. Anyone?

Getting There

September 19, 2016

Our craft show is less than two weeks away. When Sis came over a couple of weeks ago, we set up our booth in the garage to see how we wanted to do it.


We put the table on one side and the shelf units on the other side. I like this set-up better than last year.


I had some Styrofoam pieces that we covered with fabric and it made a nice shelf on the table.


We didn’t drag out all of the crafts — just a few to see how it would look. Even after we went through all of this, my brain has been working overtime and I’ve figured out a way to have more screen space as well.

We’re getting excited about Festival time.

Of course we had more show-and-tells to show. Sis brought a couple of mug mats that she made to give to her grandsons for Halloween. They’re so cute!


I had been working on ghostie pops for several days and managed to get 50 of them made.


After all of them were finished, I decided to make some Santa mug mats like the ones I sold last year. They seemed to be popular and I sold all that I made. Hopefully this year they’ll all sell again.


Last week when Sis came over again, I had some pumpkin mug mats made,


and I made cookies to go with all the Santa cookie plates that I painted and had in my sale last year.


I don’t have a pic of our project from last week yet. We took our coffee and popcorn out to my little shop out back and painted feather trees. Of course we didn’t get them finished, so Sis will be over again today and hopefully we’ll get them done and I’ll have pics to show.

So until later. . . . . .

That Bucket Has Finally Been Kicked

September 7, 2016

My Father-in-law passed away last week. It was to be expected. He was 93 years old after all, and had had a few small strokes over the last couple of years.

He was doing pretty well. He kept bouncing back and seemed to be getting along ok. Then he had a pretty massive stroke that left his left side paralyzed and he couldn’t talk hardly at all.

He was staying at the Veteran’s Home because of necessity. The kids just couldn’t take care of him at home any more. He didn’t like it, but he accepted it after a while.

We got the call Fri. night that he’d had a bad stroke. He was in the hospital but was sent back to the Vet’s Home on Sat. Hubby and I went to see him Sun. He was asleep when we got there. The pain woke him up and after he finally got some pain meds, he settled down and seemed to know who we were and even tried to talk to us even though he couldn’t talk normal.  He tried to say my name a few times, wanted to know where “his boy” (Hubby) was and even asked about all our kids. Hubby told him that we loved him. Then he started to drift off to sleep again. We left after we were sure that he was asleep.

Mon. we got another call from Brother-in-law that he was having some mini-strokes and his blood pressure was spiking. Tues. morning we planned another trip to see him, but before we could leave, we got the call that he was gone. We were so happy that we’d had a nice visit with him on Sun.

I met my future in-laws at the ripe old age of 15. His dad was 41 years old when I came into the family at the age of 18. Ever since then, I’ve heard the expression from his dad that “I’m going to ‘kick the bucket’ one of these days” when the subject of getting old, etc. was brought up in conversation.

He was a great man; generous, hard-working, humorous, ready to give his shirt off his back to help family, neighbors, and friends. He had quite the sense of humor and made silly things in his retirement to give away,


Since my dad died when I was only three years old, he was the only father I’d ever known. I couldn’t have had a better one if I’d picked him myself.

He had a wonderful visitation and funeral. We saw a lot of family and friends that we hadn’t seen in a while. We’ll all miss him!



Well, it was a long time coming, but he finally “kicked that bucket”.