I have been praying a lot about what to do with the next season in my life.  My youngest is preparing to fly the coop and I don’t think long term traveling with Curtiss is for me.  So, what to do?  I want to be productive yet I also want to be creative.  I could stay at home and putz around our house as there isn’t a shortage of putzing projects to do to keep me busy, but I want to have a greater impact in the world than in just my home and family.  Don’t get me wrong there is great value and honor in a woman making and keeping a home.  I just have always wanted more.

I have had this dream of having a little shop.  Over the years the concept of what the business would be has changed but still to be a little shop owner has always been appealing to me.  I know that some people, my husband included, think that owning a shop ties you down too much.  Tied down?  For me it would be liberating!  To be able to meet all sorts of people, to talk and talk and talk!  To hawk my wares to those who need, want or appreciate them. To spend time in the midst of community.  That isn’t being tied down to me at all.

Sure there is a lot of hard work involved.  But this farmgirl has worked hard and don’t even get me started on the hard work it takes to raise a family!  I have never shied away from hard work, well, maybe as a teen if you ask my mom, but then again, by today’s standards, I worked pretty hard as a teen. Still, when it is something you love it isn’t work at all, at least for me.  Waking up early to trudge through the snow to milk my goats seemed ludicrous to my husband, but to put on my farm coat and farm boots with their earthy, musky smell, over my nice warm jammies, to feel the brisk morning air on my cheek and then to lay that cheek upon the side of a warm breathing creation of God, oh, that is peace.   To just take in the beauty of the rhythmic sound of the milk hitting the side of the stainless steel pan, to see the steam rise from it and ohhhh the smells of my milking room, that isn’t work, that is a slice of heaven to me.

I guess I kind of got lost there for a moment, especially since my farm days are gone.  But now, I have another passion.  The passion of creating one of a kind garments, using modern, fast equipment that make the actual construction so much easier. I love the feel of the fabric, the sight of the colors and patterns, the sound of the machine and scissors as they cut something old into something new.  The feel of a needle pulling thread.  I makes my heart sing!  I know there are others who love it too.  I desire to share my love and my talent with others. I want to teach, to sell supplies, to sell my creations, to inspire and be inspired.  My vision isn’t limited to simply retail business.  I want to share the Joy I have in the Lord with people coming along for other purposes, to be a listening ear, strong arms that aren’t afraid to hug and to speak hope into the lives of those who may despair.  I want to be a little shop owner and missionary all in one.

Dreaming is nice but you might be asking, why do I think God might be talking to me?  Well, a new dear friend emailed me today and out of the blue, at the end of talking about a completely unrelated subject, she suggested that since I love to sew that I could start a business making one of a kind things to sell the people of Coeur d’ Alene!   She had no idea that I have been re-praying about this for about a month or so.  I say re-praying because this isn’t the first time I had been praying for my little shop.  But then, the answer was a clear “no” or maybe it was just a “wait”.   She also didn’t know that at one time, I did have a business.  All that was lacking then was my little store front.

So, not one to think of things as coincidental, I am asking.  Are you talking to me God?  Is this another little nudge in that direction? Could the answer be this time, Yes?

I can wait until I know for sure, but my heart is happy in the potential of a dream come true.


I have learned that some places are better left unvisited.  For example, I really didn’t need to visit a nudist colony although that is exactly what I did on Sunday.  Yes, Sunday of all days!  Curtiss had a few jobs to do out of town and one job was at the school were an old friend worked.  I hadn’t seen her in about 14 years so I was really looking forward to reconnecting with her and it just so happened that Sunday was the day that worked best for Curtiss’ schedule.  The only hitch was that I had to ride along to a few other jobs and one of them was at a nudist colony that he had to revisit with a new part.   I was really pretty nervous about the idea and didn’t know what to expect at all but didn’t want to miss the opportunity to see my friend.  I figured that since I was an adult, I could handle the situation.  I planned on staying in the truck, taking some handwork along and just keeping my head down as much as possible.

As with many of my well, thought out plans, it didn’t exactly happen the way I had envisioned.   You see, I hadn’t counted on drinking too much coffee on the trip down and not having a suitable place to go to the bathroom before we got there.  So, I was going to be forced to have to go into the clubhouse to go to the bathroom. I knew from Curtiss’ experience from his visit the day before that I would most likely be the only clothed person in the place other than Curtiss and it would most likely be very well populated with pool goers.   I took a few minutes to muster up my courage, to plan how to avoid contact both eye and physical with people but before I could finish making my plans, I heard a door closing and without thinking glanced up to see who or what had made the noise.  There about 40 feet away, looking straight at me was a fairly young man with nothing but a towel slung over one shoulder and a huge smile on his face.  I tried not to let my mouth betray my surprise and instead of gawking, I smiled, said hello and then got busy with what I had been working on in the truck.  Next thing I know he and a gal were standing in front of my truck smoking cigarettes and putting on sunscreen.  Yes, I did glance long enough to see what was going on.   After they left and the color had drained from my cheeks and since I really had to go to the bathroom, I asked Curtiss to show me the way.  Again, my plans didn’t quite pan out.  My husband can be an ornery guy with a sense of humor that puts me in some awkward situations sometimes.  This was just one of those times.  I no sooner was inside the building when Curtiss thought it would be polite to introduce me to the gal that runs the place.  Before I could react, I found myself shaking the hand of a stark naked senior citizen.  After talking briefly about how hot it was outside and declining her invitation to sit inside their library where it would be cooler, I managed to get to the bathroom with only a few eye to eye hellos inbetween.  Then to my horror, my way back to the truck was  impeded by a very large, very hairy guy who was also buck naked.  So after I smiled and dodged him,  I finally got back in the truck and back to my project.   As I was sitting there, it became very ironic to me that the project that I chose was the dismantling of men’s dress shirts for a quilt project that I want to make. Here I was tearing these shirts apart in a place where people sure could have used them, not that they probably wouldn’t have declined my generous offer anyway but the humor of my situation wasn’t lost.  Another weird experience is how when we are concentrating on something, we absent mindedly look up when a noise gets our attention.  I had brought Jonah with me and he started jumping at the window and getting all worked up.  Before I could think better, I found myself seeing things better left unseen, like thesenior couple walking their adorable little dachsund puppies wearing only sunhats and sandals.  They were brown as berries from head to toe and I thought to myself they must be full timers!   The most bizarre thing from this whole experience is that by the time Curtiss had finished doing all he could to get their system working, I was feeling less and less uncomfortable about these people walking around without a stitch of clothing.

Now, before any of you get too worried about me, while I wasn’t totally freaked out by these people, as they were very nice, their desire or reasons to recreate in the nude are certainly a mystery to me.  I just don’t get it really and don’t plan to give it much more thought despite a generous offer to return with our RV and try it out for ourselves.  On the other hand, Curtiss might need a bit of support.  He still hasn’t resolved the issue with their satellite even after a third return trip yesterday to move the dish.  To him, this has just become another frustrating job and he is getting used to having naked helpers, at least that is what he is telling me and he is sticking to it. LOL!

As for the rest of my textile excursion (that is nudist for an outing while wearing clothing)  my visit with my friend was a very nice one and the trip through the mountains on a dirt road with tunnels and big tressel bridges was certainly worth any discomfort I felt earlier in the day.

Tears: I had to take my contacts out again and go to my glasses. I have been so moved by the Holy Spirit lately and I am leaking all the time. I know it has to be the Holy Spirit because I just had my check up and the hormones are good. Laugh. It is okay! I think I physically represent what scriptures talk about when they say we will overflow with living water! At least, I like to think that is what is happening.

Pursuit: I cannot adequately explain in words what the Lord is doing in my heart but I am compelled to try. I cannot adequately express the depth of the love that I feel washing over me in endless waves. I wish I could just lay down and let it over take me, but the sense of responsibility to my family and friends is in direct competition with the Love of my life. He is pursuing me with an intensity that I have only felt once before. I am aware of His voice tempting me to come away every moment. It is so compelling yet, I sense that there is more to it than what I can comprehend. So I am trying to move cautiously and learn this time, all the while, my heart is on fire. Let me tell you about the first time I felt His presence this way.

Know the WORD: While at my first women’s retreat, I had an amazing experience. I had a private encounter with the Lord who I knew I had met when I was only 8 years old. That reunion was awesome and I was reminded of the call that I had answered so long ago, yet had somehow walked away from and had forgotten about completely. After feeling such joy, I was told to study the Bible for 4-5 hours at a time. His voice in my heart was so clear that I was to KNOW the Word inside and out. Immediately my immature mind raced to figure out how that could be accomplished. I thought I was being called away to Bible college, where else could I study in depth like I knew I must? But I had a family and I could not believe the Lord was calling me away from them. I wrestled with God and the calling I knew He placed in my heart, trying to reconcile it. How could I give up my kids to run away to study, especially since Curtiss wasn’t even a believer yet? I knew of a woman that had done just that and what was said about her scared me to death. I cried and cried as if my heart were splitting in two, but I knew I would chose the Lord regardless of the cost. Later that same day, I heard a woman’s testimony about laying our Isaac down and then I knew the Lord had been asking but never intended to have me go through with it. He just wanted to know, or have me know my heart. Shortly after that, I got a job I didn’t want. Curtiss had asked me to get a job to help with expenses now that Micah was in school. I got the job right after my first interview and it was for a christian man. I was to be the only gal in the office and I had a huge bookkeeping mess to clean up for them. I worked solidly for about 4 months to get everything straightened out and then I had lots of free time on my hands. I had purchased Precept Ministries’ Inductive Study Bible right before I got the job and began to study at work as long as I got my tasks done and answered a phone that rarely rang. My boss seemed to always be out of the office so I was alone there most days. My “free” time that I was being paid for amounted to 4-5 hours a day in intensive Bible study.  God is so good. I pretty much worked my way through that Bible underlining and coloring the key words and filling in the study section at the back of each book. There were only a few Old Testament books that I didn’t cover before things in my life changed and I quit my job. Now, I cannot quote the Bible with ease and most of it isn’t in my conscious memory but I KNOW what God has said and who He is. The Holy Spirit prompts me all the time and it comes out from somewhere, I think it is truly hidden in my heart.

Orbit: I wish I could tell you that that intensity stayed with me, but it didn’t. Shortly after that, I had a long period of emotional instability. I began to deal with the extreme abuse I suffered as a child in a very deliberate way. I was in prayer counseling and my life was completely turned upside down for about 6 years. I felt like a planet with a really out of shape orbit. God was the center of my universe but the distractions of the circumstances of life or my need to please or conntect to other people acted to pull me out, far away, only to fling me back towards the center when I was left empty or hurt by those encounters. I suffered a lot of loss. I almost lost my marriage and more frightening I almost lost myself. I decided the only way to preserve myself and my family was to pull way back and just go through the motions of my christian walk. The orbit became just the way things were.
But Praise God he has not left me to this crazy, unfulfilled way to live. My family has been drawn to Christ, one by one and there is a safety I have now. I have others that are praying and who I can talk to about God and I am less lonely, I was being strengthened. My husband is in the lead and I have a sense of peace that I have never known before.  But . . . I began to feel the wooing and this time I am being encouraged to find the center of my gravity instead of being pulled away. So let me explain what is happening now.

Know the LOVE: The wooing started out first with little presents being given to me; a surprise fabric shower so that I could quilt with my mom, a trip paid for so I could meet some online friends, a pattern so I could sew a birthday present and on and on in almost an embarrassing way. Now, to fully understand, I need to be honest and say that it was very difficult for people to give me presents. I became a taker early on, probably in response to the abuse. I knew how to manipulate to get what I wanted and if that didn’t work, I just took it. But I repented of that a while ago and resigned myself to be content with what I was given, believing in my heart that no one truly wanted to give me anything. I wasn’t worth it and was someone people took from and somehow, I deserved that. With each gift, I could hear God’s voice telling me the desires of my heart mattered to Him and I was moved to tears with these God kisses. He truly desired to give to me and these people also loved giving simply because they loved me. At the same time that knowledge became apparent, I was led back to my home church through some circumstance where I was helping someone else. That first Sunday back, I realized that I was making excuses not to go and I was hiding a bit. Our church is experiencing a revival and I realize I was afraid of the intensity I once felt. So I made excuses and went hit and miss. But, those times, I hit, served to draw me back. I felt a hint of something powerful, something I knew well and I wanted it, afraid as I was. Now, bear with me on this part because although I dont’ completely understand it, I know it to be true. God is a creative person and can use both conventional and unconventional ways to speak to us. A few weeks ago, almost simultaneously, I heard a new worship song that has became firmly stuck in my head and I began reading a new series of books. The worship song is “Where you go, I’ll go” recorded by Brian and Jenn Johnson and the books are the Twilight series. The unusual part is because of my childhood, I stay very far away from anything that even hints at the occult. But several women in our family have read them and said they were really good and Kendal has read them. I trusted them that they would not lead me to read something that would disturb me. I decided to watch the movie with the kids one night and found that the story is very moving. Then I was surprised by my daughter in law who borrowed the books from her sister so I could read them. This song and these books are so compelling. It seems like when I am not reading the books, which have been so hard to put down, I am hearing the song and I am singing the words with my whole heart. When I am reading the books, I am hearing God speak to me about the intensity of the main characters relationships and comparing that with the way the Lord feels about me. The main characters in the story are self sacrificing in their intense need to be with each other.  They cannot fathom being apart and in fact, cannot live without each other. Each character cannot understand why the other feels that way about them. They feel so unworthy of the others love. I began to speak to God and question why He could Love me that way, with such an intensity and with such a need. He seemed to be saying that He could not live without me. That is impossible! He is God and I am just me. But I knew that is exactly what He was saying. This calling back was more intense than I have ever felt. Even that first time. But like that first time, I was being asked to make a sacrifice. I felt as if I was being asked to give up everything that I could possibly hold in my hands and my heart. Even my husband, who is the center of my earthly life even though he may not believe it. This time, mixed with the pain of loss and choice I felt was a peace. My mind had matured some and I asked God for the how, instead of trying to figure it out myself. I felt a sense of complete and utter safety that I have only known that time when I was 8 years old. I know I will do whatever it takes to respond to this intense LOVE. It is overwhelming, irresistible and so undeniable. This LOVE is worth it all. It is yet to be seen How this will come about. What my response will look like.

Excitement: The excitement I feel today is breathtaking and yet there is a calmness about it. I think it is a certainty that great things are happening. It almost feels like I will soon be seeing Jesus face to face. Not in the second coming way, but in a Moses kind of way. To see the lover of my soul and know Him as I am known. The way that will transform me into someone who CAN do His will. Can go where He is going, to say what He is saying and to pray what He is praying. I have wondered How, like the song reminds me, that Jesus only did what He saw the Father do, only spoke what He heard the Father speak. I believe it is all because of LOVE. I MUST be so close, so In LOVE and LOVED that I will be partnering in what He is doing. I believe the Kingdom is at hand and it is in my heart. I believe there is a way to live day by day on this earth but in heaven as well. I think this is the lesson I am being taught and my heart says, “It is about time!” I truly feel that I was compelled by the Lord to share this. I don’t know who is supposed to hear this message, but I pray that you will be blessed. I have an expectation that the message will be received by who it is intended.

With all the Love of Christ that this body can contain,


I am having an identity issue. It isn’t really a crisis, but it is a bit of a challenge.

I simply don’t know what to wear or what to do with my hair!

I think I go through this a bit each Spring after I start waking up from my winter hibernation in bulky coats and sweaters and jean. I had lost 50 pounds last year, but put 15 of those pounds on during the hibernation. Ugh! I still want to lose a bit more but in the meantime, I have to shed these layers and wear something. But what? To confuse matters worse, I am approaching the big 50! What the heck does a 50 year old wear? I know, I can hear my cute Red Hat ladies saying in unison, “Anything that she wants to wear, (as long as it is purple and red).” But seriously, that just isn’t me.

I tried to get some help on the internet for age appropriate dressing and was even more confused.  I have watched the show, “What not to wear” and have bribed the kids to nominate me, but they haven’t so far.   So I decided to turn to some trusted buddies and again, the general consensus: “ Wear what you want, what makes you feel good”.  That is the problem. I Don’t KNOW What I Want!

I read where at my age I am supposed to know who I am and what I want.  But that so isn’t true of me.  I was stuck for so long and I don’t know who I am: other than I KNOW that I am the daughter of THE KING and I can do anything through Christ who strengthens me.  I am more than a conqueror and so on!  But how does my knowledge of who I am in Christ help me find clothing I feel comfortable in and that is flattering on me?  Like I said, it is kind of an identity thing. I am searching for how to clothe the REAL me.  So I began looking at all kinds of styles, not paying attention to the age or shape of the models So . . .

Okay, here is another confession.  Don’t they say that confession is good for the soul?

I am a wanna be bohemian hippee chick; have been deep down in my heart of hearts.  I would have dreadlocks, a tattoo and bangles up my arms and maybe even a nose ring if I were 20 something.  I am so serious.  I don’t know why I feel this way, I don’t think it is rebellion, but it could be. I have a little bit to rebel against when it comes to how my personality was formed. But since I am not 20 something and I am not sure our Lord would approve, I will settle for a few tiered skirts, a tunic or two, beads and bangles.  Throw in that Boho dress that I was going to make and then was afraid people would think it was a Halloween costume,  a few more tiered skirts,  a few scoop neck embellished Ts and some tanks and I should be good for Spring/Summer at least.  I do know I love skirts and dresses so I will be trying to make several of those. That should satisfy the bohemian in me.

But as soon as I thought that was that, the romantic started swooning and pretending to faint. She wants soft, deep jewel tones, elegant laces, sheer chiffons and rich velvets. Since I do have plenty of heirloom sewing experience, I could satisfy her with a few pieces. So, out of my tote, comes a petticoat skirt with a beautiful fancy band I made and then promptly felt silly in. I can envision a chocolate brown velvet tailored jacket with a ruffly blouse. A few soft chiffon skirts or dresses, and some modest camis should keep her upright for a little while. My hair is pulled up in a soft messy bun with tendrils hanging to frame my face. Yes, I can do that.

Nope, there goes a whoop and holler from the cowgirl. She gets the skirt, after all most cowgirls have a prairie skirt or two, but we need jeans and jeans jackets. I have a few jean or jean style jackets. In fact, I  just finished making a really neat jacket (see something old, something new post). It wasn’t my size but I have enough stuff to do another one, minus the lace skirt and tulle LOL! I love jeans and do need a new dark wash pair. I love the Santa Fe look of pairing jeans and the romantic look together, so that is totally doable.

Now that that is settled and I think I can pull this off, WHAT AM I TO DO WITH THIS HAIR? I know the long, stick straight look is popular and Demi can manage it without looking ancient, but I don’t know. I think it ages me. I am going to do a bit of color and I know what I like with that. But I really want to go short. NO, I mean SHORT. But I am too chicken so I will most likely go with the long and straight. I can try out the romantic updo as a dear friend gave me step by step how to instructions or there is always the Sarah Palin do that I paid $10 bucks to learn how to do. Did I mention that I became a girlie girl at 40+ and didn’t have a clue on hair or make up?  Oh, make up !!!   Well, that will be what that will be or I will be undone if I have to try to deal with that.  Actually, I am cool with my make up routine.    

Thanks to all my friends for their great advice and helping me through this crisis, I mean process. I am feeling much more settled today! Or could it be the bit of sunshine in between the snow flurries? Looks like I will have plenty of time to sew!

I don’t even know what to call myself. I am so weird.

After I got all the beautiful fabrics that I received during my fabric shower from the staging area of my work bench and layed them on my cutting table,  I took pictures of them for my blog. You can see them in yesterday’s post.  I had been putting them all together as they came in so that I could have a photo of them all. I grouped them in some sort of color order, took an overall picture and then a series of close ups of the groupings. I published the pictures and then went off to bed because I started this brainstorm idea late in the evening.

This morning is when the trouble started, I needed to get some sewing done and I didn’t want to move my fabrics. I still want to look at them all lined up so pretty and remember how fun it was getting package after package. I honestly cannot express how thrilling it was to open that mail box or have “her” come to the door ; you know when the mail lady comes to the door it is gonna be good!   But . . .    How can I put them away?  Those little strips that came all packed so neatly in a zippy bag of their own had to be separated! I felt like a bad mom shipping my kids off to the ends of the earth to live alone!  They came together, they needed to stay together.  But they didn’t quite go together in an aesthetically pleasing way when you lined them all up,  in little piles they seem to belong!  So I snuggled them into a little drawer where they will be joined by other strip brothers and sisters as I sort through my stash. That, I could live with.  As far as the cuts of fabrics, I plan to raid Joann’s cardboard pile and get some more bolts and put them together on my shelf as a group. That way I can see them together as they should be, they are a visual representation of my dear, sweet friends. My mind may not be able to remember what I heard someone tell me or that I have an appointment in a day or two, but I can remember each fabric and who sent it. I have a somewhat photographic memory that captures things in snipets and hangs on to them that way. I think that is why it is hard for me to separate the fabrics. To think of them going toward separate projects is almost painful.

But . . . I am also so excited about being able to participate in the upcoming mystery that I am willing to try to break free. In fact, as the first step, I have re-thought my plan .  the strips will go into the drawer and then I will let Sylas play in it so that they all get mixed up into a jumble.  I will put the fabrics on bolts and put them randomly on a shelf. Just as I had that thought, there was this voice in my head and I think it honestly screamed!  After having a little negotiation, it has been decided that I will put them on bolts and have another family member place them on the shelf when I am not in the room. That way, when I walk back in the picture will be new!

Cutting these fabrics is another whole issue I will have to work through! Geez, you try to help a gal out and look what happens!

I said I was weird.

Flap Flap Flap Monday- I have just joined some of the most amazing women on the net; Fly Lady, Fly Crew and Fly Babies.  Whoo Hoo!  I am inspired and hope to be able to really join their ranks and soar.  I have gotten a 3 ring binder, printed off  my Control Journal pages, started to fill it out and I shined my sink.  I had hoped to join this week’s Zone and work up to really decluttering with the Spring Fling ,after all they just started and I don’t want to get behind, need to stay up with the crowd Flap, Flap a bit harder, but then  Zap! killer headache on the horizon, going to crash, must  finish this tomorrow. ahhhhhh.

Flutter Flutter Flutter Tuesday -Since I woke up with a really horrible headache and movement caused excrusiating pain, I decided to look over the website and found that I have already made  a crucial error.  I can’t help it.  I have to read a book from cover to cover or not at all and I cannot possible do only 1 step at a time.  But I failed to fully read about the Flylady way to do something.  I spent yesterday, as I said printing off and organizing my control journal and trying to fill it all out.  Then realized I was supposed to do that in baby steps along with the baby step cleaning/decluttering.  Ugh! 

As I said, I am flapping but haven’t left the ground.   However, while I was reading the wealth of info on the website and the hundred  (just kidding) really worthwhile emails with one eye opened so as not to let too much light into my splitting brain, because you know I can’t just lay here in bed and do nothing, I came across some true encouragement.  It said, “You are not behind! I don’t want you to try to catch up; I just want you to jump in where we are. O.K.? One BabyStep at a time, PEACE is mine in 2009 !    Letting out a sigh, closing the one eye, and dropping my poor flapping arms to my sides, I thought,  “You mean I can start where I am, even though I made a mistake and just step one step at a time?  There is hope for me.”  These ladies get me and they got my number!

The nerd in me loves the schedules, charts, organizing skills and the simplicity of the plan well planned but what the free-spirit in me loves is that there is no pressure to be perfect, just to wear shoes!  What I do is enough.  It is a blessing and it will get accomplished one baby step at a time!  I can do anything for 15 minutes, including taking a nap when my head began to really hurt.  It takes about 15 minutes for the Advil to kick in anyway.  Then I was able to put away that load of folded laundry, start the wet load to drying, put the fresh, bread machine baked bread in the plastic bag and get dinner out of the freezer and ready for the oven on time tonight.   Yes, I would have loved to have baked three loaves of bread minus the hole from the bread machine, but I only have one bread pan and a huge headache, so according to my old ways, we wouldn’t have had any bread. The Flybaby me realizes the family doesn’t care.  They scarf it up hole or no hole!  It is hot and really, really, good.  I would have loved to have all the laundry done and the old me would have put it off until I felt better and could get it all done in one day, but the Flybaby settled for one load of clean, dry, folded and  put away laundry.  A load a day, they say at Flylady.net.  

Well, my 15 minute break is almost over according to the timer, headache is reving up so, if you think you might want to Fly too, I have provided the link for you.  Of course, I have, I am that kinda gal.  But now, I need to go and flap a few more times, take a few Advil and maybe tomorrow I will feel a bit of space between me and the floor. 


My kids gave me such a razzing over my first post that I thought I better explain.  They said I sounded really conceited.  Yikes! Of course,  all was said with tongue in cheek, but they said it isn’t always apparent in emails.  So, no, I do not think that I am more special than other people and I don’t think I am an expert in a lot of things.   There ,now that we have that settled, I will continue to make fun of life, not take myself too seriously and have a lot of fun pulling people’s leg.  I will also post serious thoughts and hopefully some really cool tutorials.  I have a few ideas rolling around in my head.  Next post will be of my UFO Challenge.  Anyone want to join?  I am planning a UFO a week until they are done. 

There, I hope you kids are satisfied, LOL.

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