Saturday, May 16, 2015

Now that's pretty!



Short and sweet today folks. Feeling a tad under the weather but I'm sure I'll bounce back. In the meantime, I've been collecting an assortment of dishes for a crafty idea I had. After finding the cup and saucer at a thrift store, I was ready to put it all together.

Ta-da! It's a bird bath. I plan on putting this outside of my She-shed. It'll catch water for the birds and chipmonks. Although I really wish Chip and Dale would hang out someplace else, they seem to like my flowers best.

Let's hope the birds do too.








Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Hurry! Sale ends soon!


I'm rushing in at the last minute to let you know Shadow Beneath the Sea, a Crimson Romance by Joanna Lloyd is in its final countdown hours! Hurry! Sale ends soon!

http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Beneath-Sea-Crimson-Romance-ebook/dp/B00EVTN332/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1431478896&sr=8-1&keywords=shadow+beneath+the+sea



Lillian Marshall’s father is determined she will accompany him to England on board the great luxury liner, Lusitania. Walter Marshall needs an accomplice in crime to execute a shrewd con to make their fortune. She is faced with an impossible decision - stay in America and marry a man she doesn’t love for stability and security, or face her fear of sea travel, her father’s crooked schemes, and an unknown future to reunite with a family she’s never known.
When Edward James books passage to England on the Lusitania, he believes his future is at last out of his father’s hands and his career as a musician is within reach. Before the ship sails, Edward becomes an unwitting ally in Walter’s plan to force his reluctant daughter onto the ship. Edward finds himself drawn to the intriguing Lillian and seeks her company at every opportunity; finally facing the possibility that it may be Lillian who holds his heart.
Unfortunately, his uncle has more insidious plans to wed Edward to the cold-hearted Lavinia Armitage, daughter of a family business partner.
So begins a love story hindered by class, time, and promises - Edward’s to marry Lavinia and Lillian’s to steal from the man she loves. Against a backdrop of vivid characters, obscene wealth, secrets, lies, and deceit, they are both on a countdown toward one of the greatest war-time shipping tragedies in history.
Sensuality Level: Sensual



Saturday, May 9, 2015

Personality color wheel










 

Recently I stumbled across this a color wheel. Since I'm always looking ways to add more depth to my characterization, I thought I’d check it out. Its design can help showcase your character(s) and his/her mood by adding a splash of color.

  

Personalities can be divided into colors; each color represents a different trait. Knowing the color can help better describe the person.

 

 

Red: Courageous and confident. Reds crave attention. You’re physically active and naturally sex is a necessity to you. If you’re a red, you’re most likely very ambitious, play hard and like to win. You’re more interested in facts and avoid details, in a hurry to get the results. Often, they are fast thinkers and tend to move quickly.

 

Yellow: Mellow yellow, anyone? They are the life of the party; social and expressive, yellows are imaginative and enthusiastic. They don’t like to be asked to suppress their opinions and never try and discourage a yellow’s natural creativity.

 

Blue: Those with the color blue in their chart are organized, or at least they like to be. Don’t disrupt their space! Wherever it may be, that little corner or the room or area beside the chair is exactly how they want it to be. They can’t stand being late, (I’m a blue and I seriously get cramps if it appears I’ll be late.) A blue is also considered trustworthy and in turn can be quite trusting of others- although a bit leery at first. Win a blue for a friend and you’ve gained a true-blue friend.

 

Green: Green people tend to need more. More of an answer, that is. Greens want specific, curious as to the why or how of something. They tend to ask lots of questions, using a soft and polite voice. They are organized and neat to a fault, persistent and always follow through. If it sounds as if green people are perfect, think again. Many are hard to please and tend to over analyze everything. Because of this, they can become depressed and lonely.



There are many more colors and personality traits. What color are you? Take the test and find out.




http://www.colorquiz.com/ 

Friday, April 24, 2015

When Pink's not pretty...






Everyone is familiar with the pink ribbon and its implication that beneath the pink there’s a woman with breast cancer. And fighting for her life.


I’m always mindful that it could just as easily be me and gladly give money to help. I pray that scientist find the answers to end cancer soon. Someone must find the cure to the devastating diagnosis that affects far too many women and the lives of their families. 


A month ago my daughter decided not to cancel yet another mammogram, and instead, kept the appointment she’d been putting off for way too long. And received the news. The tender lump between her armpit and breast turned out to be IDC- invasive ductal carcinoma which forms in the milk ducts.


Suddenly, things have come to a screeching halt as she rediscovers the importance of diet, health, and lifestyle. The erratic pace I watched her run for years- errands, work, and even parenting, has taken a backseat while she’s forced to do whatever means necessary to survive.

Why didn’t she go to the doctor's sooner? Was she really so busy she couldn’t make one very important checkup? The means of preventing such catastrophic results are available but only if you take the time to follow through. Please….

Don’t put it off. The world is much nicer with you in it.




 



Monday, April 13, 2015

Welcome Glenda, the good witch, and the Tin Man




My cast of dolls from the Wizard of Oz is nearly complete. Recently added is
Glenda, the good witch- who floated down in a bubble, dressed in a soft pink gown, a crown resting on top of beautiful red curls.



I never realized how smart she really was until I searched for a bit of encouraging words from the lady herself.

Glenda- "Home is a place we must all find, child. It's not just a place where you eat or sleep. Home is knowing, knowing your mind. Knowing your heart, knowing  your courage. If we know ourselves we are always home, anywhere."

And her advice to the great and powerful Oz- "You're capable of more than you know."


And of course what fairy-tale is complete without a hero. 




Meet the Tin Man- that cute little woodcutter who while searching for a heart, stole ours as well. He looked danger in the face but willing admitted- his only fear was being caught in a thunderstorm without his oil can.

He believed: "A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others."


I'm not sure how many more dolls there actually are from the Oz collection but I do know there is the Wizard. And I would love to find a monkey wearing one of those red and black striped suits. We'll see. 


Until then, it'll be fun to see what turns up. :  ) 







Thursday, March 12, 2015

Another Munchkin doll from Oz

I've come to believe if we keep our eyes peeled and heart open, the most wonderful things will appear. I'm finding that to be true. At least in my quest of adding to my doll collection with the cast of characters from The Wizard of Oz.

You remember I found Dorothy and her dog, Toto, Then found the Cowardly Lion and the Scarecrow, and Wicked Witch of the west. Brrrr, she's so mean...and green too. Her adorable light green face has made the little girl my favorite. Well...almost.

Until I stumbled across The Lollipop Kid last weekend.


Can't you just hear him singing and shaking his shoulders with his trio- I assume were his brothers- thus, the Lollipop Kids.



Madame Alexander Dolls

In 1923 Madame Beatrice Alexander founded the Alexander Doll Company.  When I found out this talented lady was the one behind the beautiful dolls included with McDonald's happy meals my outlook on the convenient drive-thru improved considerably. Everything in moderation, right? 

So, back to the dolls. Here's another munchkin, not sure who. Or if in fact, she is from Munchkin Land, but with the colorful array of dancing folks residing there, I feel pretty confident she has at least passed through.
 Look at the details on her
little braids. I wore my hair like
that for years!





I just love being a Thingfinder. You never know what's right around the corner....

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Coming Soon- Letters From Inside...


What scares you?       




As a teenager, my highlight of summer was weekend movies. Classics such as The Exorcist, Rosemary’s Baby, Texas Chainsaw Massacre and The Hills Have Eyes. I sat surrounded by darkness unable to look away from the gore-fest or the blood-curdling screams.


Years later, I moved miles from town into a rustic old farmhouse. I loved the quiet, the privacy and when hubby left for a week long trip, I looked forward to the solitude. It was dusk and I was coming home from town in no particular hurry. After all... there was absolutely no one expecting me.


And then HE came along, driving a dirty gold Pontiac and pulled right out in front of me, tires squealing when they hit the paved road and burning rubber for several hundred feet.He had dark windblown hair from the open car window, shaggy. A tanned, muscular tattooed arm hung from the window, his hand drumming the side of his car to the beat of his music. Our cars passed in an instant and my gaze flew to the rear-view mirror, thankful not to have to been killed. But my relief turned to panic when the guy did a U-turn in the road, zooming up behind me as if our bumpers were magnetic.
He passed me and turned onto the dirt road, sped up, did a doughnut and headed right toward me.

By now, my heart was an enormous lump in my throat which undoubtedly interfered with the oxygen leading to my brain. It's my only excuse because without thinking, I pulled my car over to the side of the road and got out, yelling, “Do you have a problem or what?”

At least one functioning brain cell prevented me from approaching his car, where he'd parked on the edge of the road, his engine idling loud and burning oil, the muffler rumbling like something from a Grinder-House horror flick. He crushed an empty beer can and tossed it to the ground. Without saying a word, the guy gave a goofy grin, a wave, and sped off.


Thankfully, my house was only a few mailboxes down and I quickly turned into the drive and hurried inside. But darkness fell, so black it seemed as if I'd been swallowed up. I crept around the empty house, peeking out every window, praying he didn't come back.



I never saw him again. But the seed was planted and a novel came forth.



Letters From Inside.  A single mother trying to live quietly in her rural ancestral home with no idea her rebellious daughter has opened a door to danger.