Tomorrow morning we will set out on our way to the Shore. A week of reading, walking, eating and resting. I'll be back on the 28th and will announce the winner of our very pretty scissor fob.
Miss me!
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| Cleta Raymond's beautiful piece! |
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| Viv Simmons winner at the 2009 Nailympics |
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| Nail Artist Viktorija Prihodko |
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| Winner of the Back-to-School contest |
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| Isn't this SWEET? |
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| PolkaDots by Mistress Ashley |
It's been awhile since we did some givin' away around here! It's time, don't you think?
So here's what you do: look at the three new designs on this page and submit your guess for the exact size of the designs.
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| Temple of Water |
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| Temple of Fire |
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| Temple of Plenty |
I sometimes wonder what it was like. July 10th, 2001, in Cambodia, the day Nina was born. It's happy, it's sad, it's a puzzle and a wonder. Every year, on this day, I feel the true meaning of the word gratitude. How grateful I am that Nina came to us. We know very little about the first three months of her life, about that day. She must have been a healthy baby. Where did the moment take place? Was her mother alone? Did she know then that she would not be able to care for Nina and give her everything she wanted for her? What a brave, brave woman. Every year on this day, I wish that somehow, in some mystical way, that brave woman know what has become of the little baby. I want her to know that she has grown into a human being that would make her glow with pride! How loving, caring, remarkable our Nina is, hers and ours.
Nina is 11 years old today. We have been with her for 11 of her birthdays. On that first one, the day she was born, she was held by a brave woman, someone who loved her so very much, and who sacrificed so much for her. Thank you. Thank you more than words can say.
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| The photograph we received of Nina when she was 3 months old |
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| Black and Orange Oval by Caroline Larsen 2011 |
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| MSC Napoli 2011 |
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| Fresher Than the Harvest 2011 |
I know what you're thinking. She was moaning about not having enough time to create and here she is giving us glimpses of another new designs, the second in one week. The way I work new designs is I have between 5-10 creations going at once. Some are a straight shoot from start to finish, some are a stop and go that can go on for years. And all of these take up lots and lots of time, but you know that, you too have chosen this turtle paced artistic interest. When two new designs show up in one week, it's just a coincidence and funny timing. It really does not negate anything I jotted down here.
I am preparing for what I believe will be a beautiful spread of items for expo night at ANG Seminar in Philadelphia on August 30th. I've been putting lots of thought into the arrangement of my goods. I really want to create 5 beautiful tables displaying my work. I've got some great ideas, some of which have to do with glass cloches, branches, lighting and hanging from iron gates. I'm very excited about this and I'd love for you to drop by my space to see what I've done.
So, you see, playing around with ideas and making them come to life, all for one night of about 3 hours, would you consider that good use of time? Isn't that part of what is fueling my sense of frustration? I have no answer, except that I want to do what excites me, I need to follow my passions and do what I think I do well.
This new design is part of a big surprise. It will be explained here in Philadelphia, at Seminar. Watch for announcements...
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| Teresa's Penguin |
My mother always says that the sense of smell is the strongest vehicle for a trip down memory lane. She says that some of the strongest memories of childhood, associated with home, come from cooking smells. I tested this on Shiri and she agreed, so many of her memories have to do with what food I prepared, especially for her.
Another similar experience I remember, from way back, the smell inside an art supply store. In Israel, at the beginning of every school year, we used to go get our school supplies at a small local art supply/stationary type shop. It was the highlight of the end of my summer. The only reason I wasn't extremely upset with going back to school. Ahhhh, the smells of paper, of colored pencils, of oil paints, of leather bound journals. I remember standing in the shop, in no hurry to leave, just taking it all in. Moments of bliss, truly moments of bliss.
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| The Original 5 floor Pearl Paint in NYC! A treat if you get a chance... |
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| One of my favorite stores in Philadelphia |
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| I love my Derwent watercolor pencils! |
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| Clay/dental tools, very useful! |
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| Casa Papel, handmade paper store in my neighborhood |
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| THE HOUSE I BUILT |
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| Scissor Fob/Key Chain can be purchased here |
