Sunday, February 20, 2011

Sunday afternoon crafting..

After months of not doing anything creative at all, I finally started some tiny projects. Valentine's Day started the ball rolling, an I've gradually been pulling "stuff" out of the craft closet, from under the bed and out of the drawers. Since the house is up for sale, and I want to keep the guest bedroom pretty, the dining room table looks like JoAnn's exploded on it. But so, so much fun! Here's some little bits I created this afternoon....

Saturday, February 19, 2011

I wonder...

 Looking back over photos from our Mediterranean cruise, I started thinking. Have you ever noticed how everyone's photos from thier trip to Italy look alike? We all seem enamored of the same things. Quaint alley ways, churches, statues, and of course, the David!
                                                                                                          
 I wonder if Europeans who visit the US go home with photos that all look the same?



Friday, February 18, 2011

My true love's valentine....

I'm spoiled...rotten. I know. I really, really know. But I love it. I love that Dan knows that yellow roses are my favorite. And that an unusual arrangement makes all the difference. They were perfect and the fact that Valentine's Day was on a Monday, made it even better. I could enjoy them all week long...

Monday, February 14, 2011

The Red Boots at the Beach

I spent most of the week in Pensacola, Florida. I was there on business but I admit, there was some pleasure involved. Most of that pleasure revolved around the beach. It did my heart good to see the pristine white sand and to smell the clean smell of salt water.....ONLY salt water. Not tar, or oil or any other oil spill induced odor. The beach was deserted. But not, I hope because of the oil spill.... it was 40 degrees on that beach! I was the only one silly enough to be taking a walk on the beach in red boots, jacket, gloves and scarf. But I was there...and so was the beach. You just can't miss an opportunity like that.