Happy Friday Everyone! These are great for tags, gifts, cards, assemblages, and such. Hope they provide some colorful inspiration!

     This evening, I was working on a locket with my favorite “shabby” pearls and I pulled the usual plastic box out from under my equally ...

It has been years since I could listen to the oldies. That's all my father listened to during our times together. Today I decided to mak...

Thought these would be fun for assemblages, cards, giftwrap and such. Check back each Friday for more fun and free vintage and antique downl...

...she ran her hand noisily along the coolness of the chain link fence during her walk home from the shop until she arrived at her favorite ...

She wore her favorite earrings she called "Little Suns", her first summer day back in Florida. It had been 10 years since she sm...

How wonderful! my "Tiffany" earrings made it to the front page of Etsy today!

My 41st year seems to have begun with opening wide and wonderful and mysterious. I can't wait to tell you what is to come. I have allow...

I spent the summer in Japan beside you in the countryside after the blossoms had faded almost as quickly as they came. And I noticed the...

Today I saw the sky open up after the clouds rolled in, and God shed tears once more upon the Dogwood tree that stood by itself in the...

I made this locket with the thought that one could write one's intentions and place them inside...if you are at all like me, I often ne...

When May comes, and the daffodils have faded into the blush of the cottage roses that I adore almost as much as you, and the weathere...

     She thought it best to keep the key to her secret diary on her favorite necklace...the one she never took off. It was so worn in spots ...

Return to me, my love, as you have year after year and think not of the voices in your sacred garden, you know the on...

you knew you could see right through me as you held my heart to the light to see where the fern and the wild flowers grow and the cut...

Such sweet and lasting memories made last Saturday night...almost like a dream for me...I stayed up into the small hours of morning trying ...

as I cleaned out your top dresser drawer only months after you left, way in the back corner under faded floral paper (the scent long gone) w...

...and she and I, breathless and lifted and hand in hand through the snow sang at the height of our hearts "We Shall Overcome"...i...

Inside I feel like a mangled train wreck and I can't remember the last time I bathed since I found out my father is gone forever.... Di...

                                                           (me and my father, 1993) I know you tried. Maybe you just couldn't bear th...

A portrait by my talented husband, Ken .

I stayed been in bed all day because sleep has been so much easier than feeling. I crave the sounds of Patty Griffin...her voice seems to cl...

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the...

I learned of my father's death today and I grieve for what could have been if only.....if only I had tried a little harder to get throug...

This is a view of my huge white dresser...I admit, I have a problem. I love boxes. All kinds. Super shabby cigar boxes, old rusty tins, tatt...

Seems like she's there 24 hours a day. If she's not sleeping, she's awake and gazing at me while I type or while I work at my ta...

From a vintage double linked chain of gingerbread brass, hangs a very old buckle turned aviary...a refuge under the branches for a little b...

When your mama asked me to make a special necklace for you, I didn't know what to say. I was so honored...and I thought of you the who...

...with a secret note inside.....I made this locket for my husband for Christmas. A leaf for each year we've been married and a heart fo...

I adore this print by my sister, Kelly Rae . I love seeing the bits and parts and pieces of things that I've sent her in her creations....

I feel more fully in the moment these days...growing more and more into myself, even at 40, there is still so much growing to do. The holida...