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Merry Christmas, Enjoy the Tour

As promised I snapped some pictures of my home all dressed up for Christmas.  I have WAY more Christmas decorations than the average person and I tend to go a bit overboard with the decorating.  But my name is Holly, I have to love Christmas!

I hope you enjoy the tour!


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And have yourself a very merry little Christmas!

Spring Spell

 

Trail by Dan via freedigitalphotos.net

Trail by Dan

There is something about the springtime that takes me back to my time with my grandparents out in the country. Something about the briskness in the air and the muddy dirt that makes me want to garden (which I’m terrible at). I can barely go down the gardening isle at the store without wanting to buy it all- the rubber boots, the gloves, the watering cans. This season makes me want to buy pretty flowered patterned fabric to sew quilt blocks and embroider dish towels on a hoop. It makes me want to have coffee and sticky rolls every morning at 10 a.m. and wear an apron when I cook. It makes me want to can things (and I have no experience with that). To make jellies and jams and pickles.  It makes me want to hang my clothes on the clothesline to dry and carry and handkerchief.  More than anything, I want to go for a long walk on a gravel road with my grandparent’s old black lab, Pepper.

There’s just something about the springtime that brings back good memories of my grandma’s generation. That generation where you took an afternoon nap in the sunshine on the living room floor.  Where you took drives with the windows down, smelling the fresh dirt in the fields wearing an old seed cap.  Where card parties with your friends on the weekends was your entertainment. Where it was a joy to sit on old metal rockers on the porch with the wind chimes chiming.

I think I gotta go. You might find me digging out the binoculars to take a look at the birds that are back from winter. Or maybe with the kids and the dog taking a walk…

Girls Nite

I had a chance to get away for the night with my favorite group of ladies.  I was the only one toting along a child but no one complained.  He loved crashing the party with nine ladies.

We had a little wine and paint party of our own.  You know me and paint.  I’m a happy camper with a paint brush in my hand, even if usually it’s more of a household brush than an artist’s.  I have been waiting for a chance to do a small picture of a truck, much like my Ford “Stanley.” So while the others did butterflies and crosses, I started on my truck.

Here’s the rough draft, so please no laughing.  I hope I’m actually able to complete this painting project.  It makes me wonder how any artist ever knows if their picture is done.  ?

Truck Picture

Truck Picture

Beyond that we played some games, went out to eat and tried our hands at arm knitting.  I think I’ll stick to painting…

I loved every minute!

The Gang

The Gang

(Isn’t the baby’s face hilarious.  He’s like, “Whaaat’s going on here????”)

Can’t wait for the next time!

 

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