Monday, September 30, 2013

Think Pink #1 Has Returned!

In May of this year, I sent out 4 numbered "flamingo" post cards. Each was numbered and sent out as an add and pass. Well, recently Think Pink postcard #1 came home! I am happy to be able to post this first card and celebrate it's return home! I am hoping that the other cards will find their way home as well... the longer it is though, the less chance there is of that but, I will remain hopeful anyway! So here it is!!

Postcard #1 visited 5 different people and visited Limner twice! She is such a good sport, she added something a second time and sent it on again, bless her! That was so much fun I think I'll do it again! Next theme...? Space, the final Frontier....

Recently I received in the mail, a fun add and pass postcard from Su Mwamba at TangleCrafts. It is themed Friends and Faux. To play you add your original artistamp, drawn/created/crafted to one of her lovely postcards and pass it on to someone else you think would like to participate. I have participated in one of her artistamp add and passes before and it was a lot of fun to see the other stamps that were affixed before the card reached me. She also posted photos of the ones that came home. It was inspirational to see all those creative original artistamps together on the cards! This time she has created a blog called to track the travels of her cards. If you are interested in finding out more then click here and read all about her mailart project. This is a fun way to participate in the world of mailart and have the opportunity for some pretty cool artistamps to pass through your hands on their travels! If you are interested in participating, you can find out how to get a chance to play by signing up here. It is also possible to participate by going to her store and purchasing a starter kit.

I have to get this card out in the mail shortly,(in the next day or so), but if you are interested in being the next person to add an artistamp to this card, be the first to post a comment on this blog post or send me an e-mail at with your addy and I will send it on to you post haste!. Please though, if you ask to receive it, add your artistamp and send it on promptly so that we can see the finished card make it home!

Until next time, I'll see you in the mail!

Friday, July 12, 2013

Computer Woes

Hi everyone!
    Sorry that it has been so long since my last post... The hard drive in my computer died. I lost a bunch of precious things that can't be replaced. Even though we have a routine back-up schedule for camera downloads, an external hard drive, back up external hard drive, and CD's of all my photos, I still lost hundreds of photos that I was working on by subject that were not in the area of my comp. where I keep raw photos, and all of my original artwork like my most recent artistamps and stationery designs... sigh. I have sulked about this long enough, and have now added an extra step to my back up process to assure I get all my work backed up, not just the photos from my camera, now I am going to stop grieving and move on.
   My husband set out to supply me with a computer as soon as he could. He gave me his, searched out the Adobe Photoshop disks which had disappeared from their normal location and refused to be found for several days and installed Adobe on his comp. so I could continue to work uninterrupted. He has been trying to resurrect an older computer to satisfy his non work related computer use. Did I mention what a great guys he is...? Now I need get over myself and get back to blogging...
  For a few terrifying moments I was afraid that if the source of the photos didn't exist, the photos in my blogs wouldn't be in my blogs anymore, but my husband set my fears to rest by explaining how the photos are called from blogger, not from my computer. If I had stopped to think I would have reasoned that out myself, but I was in full fledged panic mode when I found out my hard disk died and wasn't thinking.
  So now I will be trying to get back into the swing of things and hopefully will be posting on a regular basis again. Until then, I hope you all have a great weekend!

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Mail is a Gift

Recently I have been gifted with some really wonderful mail. The blue berd of happiness has visited my p.o. box from Texas where my dear pen friend Limner lives. Limner's signature blue "berd" never fails to bring a smile to my face. Her art and her letters are frequent visitors to my mail box and I always feel like it's my birthday when I see something in the mail from her. She just has a way of making me feel special. Thank you Limner, for your generosity and for knowing just when I need a fix from Texas!

Sirpa Roos my talented and generous pen friend from Finland shared her vacation to Gran Canaria with me by sending me sand from the gigantic sand dunes there. She actually made a second trip back to the dunes to collect sand for me! On the bag of sand was a photo of Sirpa on the dunes, which was a great idea and really connected me with her experience!  Accompanying the sand was a lovely watercolor painting of eggs and nest that Sirpa painted. It evokes such a sense of peace.... just beautiful! Thank you Sirpa!

In case you are wondering why Sirpa was sending me sand... I have been collecting sand for many years. I have it from a variety of places around the world. I always collect sand from the beaches I go to and even though I only take a modest amount of sand, I usually have enough sand to share. If you have a trip planned to the beach, or like me, have a sand collection, I would be delighted to trade sands with you! If you send me a couple of tablespoons of sand for my collection I will gladly share something from I have collected from my travels... How about sand from the 16 story sand dunes at Jockeys Ridge, North Carolina, (a few miles from Kitty Hawk where Orville and Wlibur conducted their flight experiments), or maybe some sand from the black sand beach at Playa Tarcoles in Costa Rica? If you do send me sand, please label it so that I know what beach it came from. I would also love to hear about the your trip to the beach!

I hope that you are having a lovely day! See you in the mail!

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Think Pink and Other Mail Art Fun

I decided to take a day off from working in the garden and spent the morning playing at my art desk. It has been a very long time since I have been able to even think about mail art, it sure felt good! Some time ago I purchased some damaged children's books from Goodwill as well as an interesting 33 r.p.m. album cover. I have been planning to make post cards with them and today I finally got the chance.

 Here are some of the postcards I made from the children's book.

 The dragon looks so much like the Chinese New Year dragon stamp that I couldn't resist getting the book so I could make these postcards!

 The hummingbird is from a rubber cut I made last year. The little steam punk bird is from a rubber cut that a friend of mine made for me.

  The flamingo postcards were made from an album cover that I found at Goodwill.

I thought it would be fun to do a little add and pass.I have sent out 4 postcards with an invitation to add something to the front of the card, either something pink, or flamingo themed. Then cover the existing address with a new address label, add the appropriate postage, (trying not to cover the old postage completely if possible), and send it on to someone else. The hope is that the card will travel around to a few people, being decorated along the way and then when the card has no more room for postage, it will be sent back to me and I will scan them and put them up on the blog for everyone to enjoy.

I would also like to invite anyone who wants to play along to send me a pink or flamingo themed postcard and I will scan them and put them up on the blog. If you would like for me to send it on to others I will be glad to do so after I scan it. Just put your instructions on the back and I will add to it scan it and send it on to someone else.

Well it was fun while it lasted, but my day off is over... ,  tomorrow I will be planting squash and potatoes, cutting lettuce to encourage a second flush of tender leaves before it is too hot and they bolt, juicing bunches of green leafies from the garden and planting more seeds in flats. If you are interested in seeing what I have been up to and would like to take a look at our little homestead, please come and visit my other blog The particular post I am linking you to is "A Day in the Life" and a tour of the gardens at Heart's Ease Cottage, but there are many more posts, recipes and lots of tutorials on the site so look around! Why don't you come for a visit and please be sure to leave me an comment saying "HI". I always reply to comments made on the blog and follow back to your blog if you have one, to leave you a comment. Until next time, I will see you in the mail!

Friday, March 15, 2013

A Quiet Evening

Dear Friends,
   Well it is finally here... the Sabbath. From Friday at sundown to Saturday at sundown, we stop the daily grind and slip into a quieter state of being. I look forward to this time with relish. I prepare for it all week, each day doing something in preparation for a "down day". So that when the Friday evening arrives, the house is clean , food is already prepared, loose ends are tied up and I am mentally ready to change gears. I put down all my burdens and concerns, open a bottle of wine, light the Sabbath candles, breathe a deep sigh of relief and thank the Creator of the Universe for such a gift!. The scriptures say that the Sabbath should be considered a delight... that is a wonderful description of it... it is delightful.

Tonight my husband and I are in the sitting room in front of a toasty, crackling fire. I can hear the wind chimes on the front porch tinkling in the chilly breeze. My dog Tagg is snoozing on his bed at my feet. I have had a very busy week and I am tired. There hasn't been much time for being in the moment and enjoying  my surroundings. I have been pretty much head down, plowing through a long list of to-do's. Some weeks are like that, especially at this time of year when there is so much to do in preparation for the spring garden. But tonight, I can allow myself to be tired, to doze, to contemplate, to search my heart and find that special place where meet I with my Heavenly Father. There are not words to describe the peace.

I have been thinking about all my dear mail art and pen friends, remembering details I have learned about them through their letters, and counting each person as a blessing. I have not been writing very much recently, not because I don't want to, there just hasn't been much time for writing and by the end of the day I am so spent I don't have any words left. I am very fortunate to have some really great people to correspond with. I have not met most of the people I write face to face, I  met them through my blog, or other postal avenues, but their words encourage me, inspire me, and keep me company. I am grateful for each of them. Tomorrow I will not be so tired since I will have had some time to decompress, so I hope to spend some happy hours chatting on paper with my pen friends and making some mail art.

Well I hope this finds you well, happy and hopefully enjoying some down time of your own! Until next time, I will see you in the mail!

Thursday, March 7, 2013

An Update on Tagg's Condition

Tagg is doing much, much better! It has taken awhile, but he is now able to walk without limping, can get around on his own and on a good day can even run a little bit. Unfortunately, I don't think he will ever be back to the way he was, but I am very happy for the improvements he has made! He has had to learn new ways to play, since much of his previous play had to do with playing chase and tag, running from room to room, and tugging rope, (which he doesn't have the balance for any more). He has been quite inventive, making up little games like "where's the puppy", (the hides under his blanket and wags his tail until I "find" him, then he shakes the blanket, crawls under it again and wags his tail, waiting to be found. He is still a puppy at heart, even though his body would tell him differently. He brings laughter and joy to our household and I am very grateful for his renewed strength and the possibility for quality of life

Saturday, January 19, 2013


It was my intention to write letters today, and I probably will when I finish this post, but I decided I would rather post about what was on my mind rather than write letters about it...I sometimes think that I like animals better than people, but as much as I love them I never thought we would have an indoor dog. My youngest son inherited my weak lungs and struggled terribly with asthma as a small child. We had animals, but they didn't live indoors. Then at the age of 14, it had been two years since he'd had any trouble with his asthma, and he had expressed many times a desire for a dog, so we decided to get him one.

We home schooled our kids, so this seemed like a perfect research assignment for school. E.M. was to research which breeds of dogs met our criteria, no dander, no shedding, not high strung or yappy. His research  found several breeds that fit the bill. The breed that appealed the most was the West Highland Terrier. He also studied about crate and obedience training, animal first aid, and how to teach them tricks. So a few days before his 14th birthday, we set off to search the pets stores to find a Westy puppy.* (I know, I know... a pet store puppy, what about the whole "puppy mill" thing? For an answer to this question read the paragraph at the end of the post). We made a list of the stores that had a Westy pup for sale and began our exploration.

The store we went to had one Westy pup and someone was looking at it when we got there, so we just cruised around looking at the other animals while we waited for them to finish. The door to the service area of the puppy nursery was a dutch door and the top of the door was open, so as we walked by we caught sight of a puppy that was out on the floor getting a bit of exercise. The woman who was watching him while he was out of his cage was unpacking boxes and there was packing paper on the floor around her feet. The puppy raced by her, grabbed one of the pieces of paper and ran with it as fast as he could, until she caught up with him and took the paper. I turned and saw stars in my son's eyes... Oh dear,this was not the Westy puppy... it was a little buff Cocker Spaniel... Cockers shed... (the requirement for no shedding was mine, since I knew I would end up being the one to clean up the hair, and was the only household member who would care if the black pants they were wearing looked like the dog slept on them, etc.)
But I knew that look... so we asked if we could see him.

The woman opened the dutch door to let us in and the pup took the opportunity to snag a piece of the packing paper and dash out the open door. We turned to see the little stinker making his escape down one of the isles, the paper blocking his view as it flapped up over his head. E.M. took off after him, fearing that the front door of the store would open and he would get outside. Ever tried to catch a puppy out on a lark? It is not as easy as you think.... after a try or two at grabbing him, he decided to try another approach, he sat down, patted the floor in front of him and acted like he wanted to play. The pup stopped, looked at him, dropped his paper and ran towards him at top speed. When he got within range, the puppy bounded onto E.M.'s lap and tagged him on the chest with both feet. He then jumped off, avoiding capture, but stopped just out of reach, and turned to looked at him as if to say, "Tag! you're it!" Needless to say, the Westy puppy never had a chance... Tagg went home with us that day.

E.M. had educated himself well on puppy training, and Tagg was a champ. Crate training was a breeze, obedience training went well, "Sit", "Stay" and "No" were well understood and usually complied with, there was really only one problem... Tagg had a paper addiction, specifically toilet paper or tissues. He never touched books or magazine, and only chewed up the occasional school work, but he couldn't resist toilet paper. If you left the house and forgot to put the T.P. out of reach, you would come home to a toilet papered house. It would be everywhere, shredded into tiny pieces. If a friend came to visit and there was a tissue in her handbag, you would find Tagg up to his shoulders in her bag, helping himself to her tissue. I would shout his name and his head would snap up, one side of his lip tucked up and his mouth full of tissue, he would give me a sheepish look and spit out the soggy wad of kleenex. He knew he shouldn't do it but he just couldn't help himself. Even now at the age of eleven, if someone forgets the close the bathroom door when we leave the house, we will come home to find Tagg looking like "the cat who ate the canary", with a piece of T.P. stuck to his jowl and confetti trailing from the bathroom to the front door.

He learned many tricks, that entertained us and others who came to the house. When I was struggling with mobility issues due to a Fibromyalgia relapse, I trained him to pick things up for me. If I dropped a piece of clothing that I was folding he would pick it up for me. If I knocked my reading glasses off the table, he would gently pick the up and drop them in my lap, smudged with slobber, but at least I didn't have to pick them up! One day long after my relapse, when I was feeling good again and didn't need Tagg's help anymore, I was sorting pieces of fabric, a pile to keep, a pile for Goodwill. The Goodwill pile was at my feet on the floor. I was looking at a stack of fabric in my lap when I felt Tagg's presence at my feet. I looked up to see what he wanted, and I saw him standing there, wagging his tail, with the pile of "Goodwill fabric" in his mouth. His eyes said "Here Mommy, I got these for you!"

He won't eat store bought dog treats and looks at you like he is being punished if you give him one. He is afraid of the Kong chew toy that I paid $15 for, (you know the one that has the hole in the middle that you can put peanut butter in...), and he leaves his sharp little pieces of beef bone strategically around the house where my bare feet will find them. He hogs the couch and snores so loud that you need to turn the volume up on the movie you're watching. He would leave enough hair on the floor to produce a new Cocker Spaniel every three days if I didn't have his long beautiful coat clipped short. He had been banned from every groomer for 20 miles, for being "difficult" about having his feet clipped. I didn't know what I was going to do about getting him groomed, until I met Dawn,  Tagg's godmother and premier dog whisperer at "Furry Godmother's",(Dawn is local groomer and dear friend, who has a gentle and effective way of helping animals deal with their fears and neurosis.) She even traveled down to Costa Rica when we lived there to groom him, (of course that was just one of her reasons for the visit, but bless her, she brought her clippers and she and her husband clipped him outdoors ... I still remember the winds catching balls of his fur and carrying them high into the rainforest...Sigh.)

Tagg is the only dog I've ever met who smells flowers
Tagg is my protector. When my husband is off camping and I am alone in the house, he patrols the house going from room to room, periodically and then settles down to sleep in the doorway to my bedroom until it is time to do the rounds again. If on the leash, he won't let anyone within leash reach of me, anyone, friend or foe... No Fedex guy, phone repairman, or neighbor checking their mail will ever go unwarned that he is on duty. He alerts me if I don't hear the oven timer going off, if the phone rings in my purse, if the washer is out of balance and is walking across the floor... and he has saved my life by warning me of a gas leak in the kitchen. A kettle of water I put on to boil sloshed over and put the flame out underneath the pot, gas had been pouring into the house for a long time while I was in the back room working. He ran to the family room and barked then ran away, when I didn't follow he came back and barked again, then went to the kitchen and barked and barked until I came and found him barking at the stove. The smell of gas was strong, if the space heater had been on the whole house could have gone up in flames! He is my hero...

Watching for the mail to come

Tagg is also my comforter and councilor. He licks away my tears and offers his upturned tummy to be rubbed when I feel sad. He looks at me with his soft brown eyes that speak louder than words, and tells me that he loves me no matter what and that everything will be alright. If I leave a room, he goes with me. He keeps my floor clean in the kitchen and has spent half of his days dusted in flour or spotted with carrot juice, since he insists on laying at my feet while I am working in the kitchen. He never judges me, never holds a grudge or sees my faults...

When Tagg was 8 years old, I started seeing some wasting around his right hip and though it didn't seem to bother him I kept it in mind and worried that it there might be something wrong. But he had always been barrel chested and slim hipped so I let it go for the time being. Then one day when he and I were out for a walk on the greenway, he took a miss-step and his hind leg slipped off the walkway. He yelped and limped/ dragged his right leg. I checked to see if he had an injury, but there wasn't anything visible. I massaged his right hip and gave him a few minutes to shake it off. Then we tried to walk back to the car, but he couldn't walk more than a step or two without crying out, So I picked him up, which hurt too... It was at least a 1/2 mile back to the car so it was a long walk for both of us. It was hard for me to get my arms around him in a way that didn't hurt his hip, and carrying 40 pounds for that distance, meant I had to stop and put him down so that I could catch my breath. I think we were both wishing for a wagon at that moment.

I took Tagg to the vet, where my previous fears were confirmed. Tagg has Hip Dysplasia. I was told there was little that could be done for him, except for surgery, which isn't always very successful. So I went home and did some research. I found that eating a diet of raw meat and vegetables can help to strengthen the connective tissues and increase synovial fluid production. So I started grinding chicken thighs up, added blueberries, carrots and peas and fed him that twice a day. I also found a product called Nzymes,which is used to improve synovial production in animals with joint issues. After a few weeks on the raw diet and the Nzyme tablets, Tagg began to walk normally again and showed little if any favoring of his hip unless it was stressed or moved wrong. So Tagg'slife began to return to normal, but in the back of my mind I knew that this wouldn't always be the case.

It rained the other morning. Da had taken Tagg for his morning potty break and was walking down the sidewalk with him when he heard him yelp. Tagg was standing hold up his left leg. He couldn't walk much since his right hip isn't very strong. He usually relies on his left and the right just follows suit. Our best guess is that his feet slipped apart on the wet walk,stressing his left hip. I made up a bed for him at my feet and spent the day trying to ease his pain. I had to carry him out to use the bathroom and hold him up so he could go. If he tried to walk using his right hip as his primary way to propel himself, he can go a step or two and then he had to sit down. The next day was a little better, but he really didn't leave his bed and he wouldn't eat or drink unless I hand fed him and held his water dish up to his mouth. By the third day he could use his left leg a little and could walk to go outside, but wasn't doing much else. I have started giving him sprouted soybeans (which do what the Enzmes do but are fresh, living food, not in a tablet), medicating when necessary, and I am looking to see improvement in mobility. There does seem to be some hope that he will get better than he is, but if the right hip is any indication, it will not be like it was before the mishap.

Tagg has been so much a part of my life, a constant, loving and true companion. The dog that started out as a birthday present for my son has become like one of my kids to me. What would I do for one of my kids? I would do anything within my power to take care of them, protect them, love them... Their pain is my pain... If Tagg needs me to carry him, to help him up and down, to feed him by hand, I will gladly do it. He has always been there for me, and if it was within his power, I know that he would do whatever I needed him to do, I will do no less. But I am now faced with a situation that every pet owner/ animal friend dreads... what if this hip issue doesn't get better enough to allow him a quality life? What if the rest of his life is spent in pain, unable to play or take a walk, having to bear the humiliation of diapers? When do I, as the person who is responsible for his care and accountable to God for his well being, say that it is time to end his suffering? When is his life no longer of any good to him? I can't ask him, I can only guess what he considers a good life, but I think he would say a good life is to be able to love and protect his family, to be a part of our lives. Can he do that from his bed, with us hauling him and his bed around the house so he can be where we are? Yes, for now. I am going to buy a wagon with high sides that I can take him around in, I am going to continue to feed him the foods and supplements that will help him recover. I will work with him to help him get his strength back. I will pray for healing and  for some more time... His mind is sharp, his heart is strong, only his legs are failing him, so I am praying that God will give him healing and and allow both of us more time to be together.

**See the Update on Tagg's condition**

 * Why not adopt one of the many pups who are in shelters,  just waiting for a good home? Well that would have been our preference, but with E's asthma issues we needed a pure bred animal that  had no dander so, it was going to be a puppy from a breeder or a pet store. We did some research and found a pet store that made available to the customers, information about the breeders who supplied them with puppies. If we found a puppy that we wanted,  we would check out the breeder and make sure that they were practicing responsible, humane breeding practices and that the animals under their care were kept in clean safe conditions.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

A New Artistamp

I have been playing around with ideas for a set of four artistamps. The set will have a stamp to represent each of the four seasons. I have two done and have two more in the works. I am not sure yet what date I will set for a First Day of Issue, but for sure it will be after I get the other two artworks finished! I will make an announcement when I have set a date for the First Day release, so you can get on my mailing list if you want to receive the First Day cover.

In the meantime I will show you the most recent stamp. It was intended to go out on all my holiday mail, but in the end only a few people received one, since I was sick all through the holidays and didn't mail much out. If you would like to receive the individual stamp then leave a comment or e-mail me at with your mailing addy and I will be glad to mail one out to you.
                           Until next time, I'll see you in the mail!

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Starting Small

Happy New Year everyone!
   Well I am writing again! I am starting small, sending and receiving a few letters, writing some blog pages... For the next few weeks I am going to be focusing on my other blog. I have had a backlog of tutorials and blog posts that I have had in the works for almost a year, I need to get them up before I can begin to work on this blog again. If you would like to see what has been going on around our homestead or just want to drop in and see how I am :) then please follow the link and come for a visit!
   On the subject of mail art and letter writing, I have given myself a couple of assignments and hope to begin working on a set of artistamps to launch my 2013 mailart endeavors. I'll give you a sneak preview in a few days. Until then, I will see you in the mail!