Thursday, February 23, 2017



I was walking by the azalea hedge when I heard a very faint meow.  I looked down into the bush and there sat a black kitten and he didn't look well.  I bent down and called to him in a low voice and he came right out.  I petted him and talked softly to him as I was assessing his injuries.  His tail was limp and broken and he had several injuries on his body.  And the poor little kitten was extremely skinny.  I could tell his tail was infected and I was pretty sure that without treatment he would die.  I took him inside and fed him some soft food and gave him a bowl of water while I called the vet.  The poor little guy was not thrilled when I placed him in a carrier and put him in the car.  There was no yowling, just soft tiny sounds that continued until we arrived at the vet's.

His tail had to be amputated immediately before the infection spread throughout his painfully thin body.  I hated to leave him but I knew the surgery had to be done.  When I picked him up the next morning, he was so glad to see me that I almost cried.  I was given pain medication, instructions and a plastic cone to prevent him from pulling out the stitches.  As we placed him in the carrier, the vet tech asked if I was keeping him.

"Of course, I'm keeping him.  We've bonded.
His name is Maks."

And Maks was quiet all the way home.

Friday, December 9, 2016


 I added ivory and blush pink ornaments to my Christmas creation and then wrapped the whole tree in blush pink tulle.  I wrapped my gifts in soft colors and painted and glittered two papier mache houses (more to follow next Christmas.) There are many, many angels on my small tree and I love them all.

Since my new faux tree was pre-lit, I was free to use all my lights elsewhere.  My whole living room sparkles now.  And look--another angel.

Down below is a closeup
of my painted houses with Santa in the doorway and happy children in the windows.

Below is my children's tree complete with Santas, bears, mice, a nutcracker, two puppies and three jolly Christmas mugs. Did you notice--almost everything is red!

My last tree is below--flocked, decorated with tiny ornaments in gold, bronze and copper, curled gold ribbon and enveloped in blush tulle. 


This week I'm linking up with Rooted In Thyme and Shabby Art Boutique.  Their direct links are at right.  Go and see the gorgeous creations.  

Saturday, December 3, 2016


I finally got some of my many small Christmas trees decorated.  I made or painted most of the ornaments, but some may look familiar.  The little angels with cascading ribbons came from our shabbilicious creator, Kerryanne, who graciously provided a free printable of the angels as well as instructions.  I think they turned out beautifully and I plan to use them every year.

I painted the large papier mache ornaments in pastel colors and then glazed them with light streaks of a pearled white paint by Martha Stewart which catches the light.  On this tree I only used white, pastel or clear ornaments.  While I did not crochet the snowflakes, I did make the tiny white mittens and winged boots.

I saw the mittens and boots on a lovely tree in a decorating book years ago and they had been handmade by the authors in white felt and decorated with gold thread and tiny bells.  The boots were a bit more difficult as they needed black soles and golden wings. The tiny elves who would wear the boots must have very long narrow feet.

I am not quite finished as I am painting small houses to rest in the "snow" under the tree and I need to refurbish poor Santa's robe above as I have had him for many years and his lovely hooded robe appears to be disintegrating.  Never fear, by next week old Saint Nick will be beautiful again.  He has a long night ahead of him on Christmas Eve and the very least I can do is make him warm!

Sunday, July 3, 2016


As you all know, I have three black cats with personality plus.  But I also cherish two outside cats--a blue-eyed white and gray beauty who is very shy and a darling calico who is always hungry.  She comes bounding up to my front door every morning when I come out to pick up my paper, looking very hopeful and making excited little cries.  When I bring out the bowl of food, her joy knows no bounds and, immediately, her little head is down in the bowl.  This happy scene is repeated at dinnertime when she greets her food as though she has never eaten before.
                        Calico was right in    the middle of the scene at left until she saw my camera.  She disappeared instantly and returned to finish dinner only when I was safely inside.
Last week there was a day when Calico never appeared to claim her dinner.  Had she gone to the movies to escape the heat?  Was she in the library reading cat books?

The next day when I looked out my bedroom window there was Calico violently throwing up.  I began to worry that she had eaten something toxic.  Or was it the heat index of 105?

The next day Calico never appeared and I looked everywhere for her.  But the following day she quietly came up to me when I was getting the newspaper.  I went inside and fixed a small bowl of food and a big bowl of water and set them down before her.  She looked at the food but didn't touch it.

I tried to pick her up which she had never let me do, but she backed away and then disappeared into the woods.  I was frantic.  What if Calico was very sick and I couldn't catch her to take her to my vet?
So I prayed.  
I prayed that God would make her well.
I prayed because I realized that I loved her.

The next morning when I opened the door Calico came flying up to me, chirping happily.  I fixed her some breakfast which she greeted with her former cries of joy.  She appeared twice more that day and ate each time.  Now I know that cats can get sick very easily.  And just as easily they recover.
And yet...

Wednesday, March 23, 2016



Spring in Florida is beautiful--cool evenings, warm golden days and new leaves sprouting on the bare trees.  We value our Florida Spring all the more because it is ephemeral.  Spring bursts forth in all its brief, heartbreaking glory.  And then it is gone.

Winter in Florida seems dull and brown to me.  I can still recall the snow covered field next door when I was a small child in New York (hundreds of years ago) and my dad pulling me through the gleaming snow on my little red sled. But that summer we moved to Florida and I never saw my sled again.

So I endure the dead grass of Winter because I know that Spring is about to leap from the ground in wild bursts of color.  Tiny leaves and velvet buds about to open suddenly dot the landscape that I know were not there yesterday.  I strongly suspect faerie folk worked their magic by starlight while I lay dreaming of

What if I were to go beyond this gate into the forest tonight; what might I find?  Perhaps winged creatures creating more Spring beauty for the coming day.  Dawn approaches.....

Thursday, February 11, 2016


I should never have bought all that white chalk paint because it turned me into a maniac and I ran madly from room to room, painting everything I saw--tabletops, chests, bookcases and my ancient chandelier, which as you can see in the small photo was painted in dark reds and greens.  The tabletop in the small picture was dark, damaged and depressing.  Both have now been painted matte white (many, many coats of chalk paint) and waxed.  If the floating butterfly looks familiar it's because the original was created by   Kerryanne at Shabby Art Boutique  I made two copies of it and glued them together.  I also printed the butterfly on fabric and put it on a pillow.  The other pillows have fabric versions of two of my collages.
                                                                                                           When I forced myself to
 put down my paintbrush (after painting many other things, but I shall spare you)I decided to recover the pillows on the sofa.  I found some lovely cotton dishtowels at Home Goods and decided to  make a ruffled pillow cover. I  cut the stitches on the old cover made from Pottery Barn napkins and made something new.

                          I wanted a different look so I made the ruffles very long and only slightly gathered.  This pillow used two of the dishtowels, but there's one left--just enough to cover a smaller pillow.  I have other ideas, but.....
you will have to wait until next week.  Besides, my hand hurts from all that painting.      

This week I'm linking with Rooted in Thyme and Shabby Art Boutique.  Their links are on the right.

Thursday, February 4, 2016


After all  my Christmas goodies had been carefully wrapped and put away for another year, I suddenly became wildly creative!  My cats thought I had lost my mind as I was darting about my cottage, assembling paints, card stock, twine, glue and a bird I had created months ago just waiting to find the right spot.  I had found two unpainted frames near the dumpster where people leave the strangest things (I prefer to call them Found Objects.)  Many a found object has been rescued from oblivion by an artsy lady and stored in her craft room until she finds just the right use for it.  I painted and distressed one of the frames and decided to use some cardboard hearts from my ever expanding stash.   The hearts were covered on one side with pastel papers and on the other with paint in shades of teal and aqua.  The cards were carefully arranged so that
                                                            the colors looked good next to each

other on both sides.  I then strung

the hearts on twine and attached
each end to the frame, the aqua
sides facing the living room and the
pastels facing the kitchen.

But it needed something more--my bird!  Alas, the bird was only covered with papers on one side.  Of course, I didn't have any more of the same papers, but I made do with similar colors.  My bird was duly glued to the middle of the frame and


I was finished.

There are more projects I want to tell you about, but we'll wait until next week.

This week I'll be linking with Shabbilicious Fridays at
Shabby Art Boutique.  Find their direct link to the right.