tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40678606098896069552024-02-20T08:43:14.633-08:00west coast nesterBohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-78569661300768094492011-05-11T14:36:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:27:29.534-07:00learning to fly<div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>This Saturday I met up again with some pretty inspiring ladies. We went shopping, my first little outdoor boutique a lovely lunch and more shopping. It was the perfect treat before Mothers day to laugh, share and just be inspired.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605583045981420802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasdA-lxfFFH6cgF1pTO6GgHsbv7fLB0lmIhuVIOPVWjUZqgsqPS97MzPX06ooZE_FnyglRB_W7kPSzWm6OWRDawEn3k4CoPE7jijoE7bzlHFJU-waqo0TGLBrNvDKtUG-6ZA7FA_hOfc/s400/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" />I did not take a single picture of the actual boutique, this was inside the ladies house. It was totally just lovely! Really, I don't know how else to describe it.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605583291376696946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjygNx3TKwlYoJTUDJ2uxZgJ0Y38CBOtgXw9DStYYbB5WpMrSXKc2Pj_J5FD5eHPMzpkwFVmDNN9yLvn4qoJBtWGBoE6SiM_R3ATZRJM3G82qF0QaguQi-7I56fUFFPJhupSFcnYU52xl4/s400/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" />It was so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">girly</span> and feminine. I really wanted to just stay inside and have a cup of tea or something.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605583580378959730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTBTvUGahwJQxwdb4EAxM9kiyH0zTBkdkdP8UhmZ_EP51Rt20UNKizz8620tQ4EOHN767yHp5z7lnvV-UGYiG7L3q1amy0VuGYKiyj2J86KXfYu2A49406muECe0OTdkG08taNcqJLJk/s400/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605583764501004306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCUJrzVRQOrE3pOu042VVCMzuN3IQP9glCn5w_Irdlp0zmb0rS9JCRn_Z0gpOxe_C0a-5JAL1ZgdXDUXdhB5MyBJToX9zdiyaSBMDCclYR2AWxyIrHs2J7dNNegLVy8rQXDPsc2uRaY8/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605584115588623394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdEmB38WnmrIC78aR62pAHBp8t7v4ZWC3Rap8IEQsDaJWiCwoeCmYIZ3rVxTg4bVWH7_CJt1GXmAW6YNf-OC_lqVOUYv_-6-w2ebXajACg1Um7jvWTm_ss8rfFVpFJI4g4sd-Vym_Rg8/s400/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" /><br />This was us after lunch, full of food and ready for round two. After round two me made the long trip back home.<br /><br />We first dropped of <a href="http://christierepasy.com/">Christie</a>. I did not take a single picture of her home, I only got to see her studio/storefront. I drooled, drooled! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Christie</span>, I think I could move right in.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Then this sweet little <a href="http://mammabellarte.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mamma</span></a> invited me in to see her studio<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605587342945402258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibyBkift_r6Pb_sBJ9Gn4w8OQiBB8meO00b8xeLChViNIK2xPq0UgI42f_vRujE3b_OQxjUy9hGOHP2_Y9u-8hf3NHeSBvZGJt37gOKU5SiOgsCMn0cRaq3HIF6eU10jVavGqPR6OaaMI/s400/IMG_0414.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605584465463661874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6_PAUSh4nOmXEesJYoTREs5CbUI5RcVO9ATCHQpMucIcH6pj2nXoXwfJZS-ej6sWmRl1nCaysklM_eg1z-XWCKDdzHyG3P4qF3Do7ZfzZjL_wHsw1feGTwO7gyxc-ZFyMWz41pBQUIg/s400/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" /><br />Rita placed my first custom order for one my bracelets. Very exciting. Now back to her studio tour.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605586486646719922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhQ6NpsZ1KAQXHVd_Cc2qvIpzc7D_Ny7Cljek8FdOxzbNXk7AyioudMgpsCkwqWDPhdrYNOQeh4nSQCjI1vQEv_pIglIv96suTgQY7qSieESoDiIAXNKQOi3yu5z1T2l8lbAPLwGXKuA/s400/IMG_0424.JPG" border="0" /> She makes the most beautiful signs I have ever seen. I will get my hands on one of these!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605586475772122498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTzRasqn8JQgWRicRaZf5Ccnq_NNzYdbXfNlDQeSE2SUW2rEodZYz4LQNiMKo-B_oEOV1l1_f7CXrSVn9O1KEdsEH1Vwo8XIcAfj2o-X8f1pGeiCzz5bT7rLY-ymsRaaqchzVKGvvyEjQ/s400/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605586473939946690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cISnvQq4zjmruAmaCXnv549mHXFgdWN6BscGR4X5NX-V4gIKrEenALY9KxKOcGcH4r4TFSvtoKw3VVQ4qhh3hG1h4Eh1jb2QkijJveOpbsVGARRPBJAb9k1DyUOcvB4wEXx11TCx0B8/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />I would totally wear that. With a pair of cowboy boots of course.<br /><br />After leaving these ladies, they really just filled me up with inspiration and courage to believe in what you do. And not to worry about what others think. Just do it anyway. So I created more bracelets with them in mind. I also had the honor of having two stores while we were out shopping ask to carry my bracelets in there store. That was very unexpected and totally humbling. I had just the right group of artist with me to give me a great pep talk and some sound <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">business</span> advice. Thank you. So I got home and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">journaled</span> and this is where the flying part comes in.<br /></div><br /><br /><div>This should probably be a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">separate</span> post but I am on a roll right now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Learning to fly. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">That's</span> is what I feel like lately. Getting the courage to use these new wings that the Lord has given me. For a few years I have been stuck in the nest, to afraid to jump. What if the wings don't work, and I fall smack on my face, what if everyone who sees my new wings <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">criticizes</span> them, says they aren't good enough, you don't deserve them. So I have spent a lot of wasted time chasing the things that the whole world tells me I need to chase. I am done chasing, those things have left me empty. So I have prayed, prayed and prayed some more. Prayed for direction, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">discernment</span>, courage to believe that I am worthy. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Slowly</span> He has given me wings, teeny tiny ones at first that for the longest time could not keep me totally afloat. So He continued to grow them little by little. These past few years have been the most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">intensely</span> creative for me. But I have been afraid. Afraid to show that big dark world what has come out of my broken beat down self. Until finally, and I am sure it has something to do with the most inspiring people that He has recently placed in my path at the most perfect moment. They are ready, I am ready.To spread those wings and jump out of the nest. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Besides</span> how will I every know if I can fly, if I am never brave enough to jump out of the nest. So here I go...<br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605587787982385906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBPu5t-bmhJR0X_Ch0EoLxf8sGVsSNuX9-Iqho3_sB1vmg817W-F2oT20ZsQZBVjXZNr8Lv8ZDVY_B_BB_RliJCdk94QtNGb543ejN6ukOJD0n1ZEay0sMOMZOVReKb2C2aIU9_Z5XOWU/s400/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605587790567759458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAT1IYJUKhtS8H5ZFxFJL0wU47qfp9nu-C4XLqZ9UwNTVrvE8gB0amXMqSYoXqVlUHNhrOJI7EwzKnquxirIrZ_XdxBD_zFivkb7U61lKFvaSzON8A5pTKbz6SXxR8lpbTplIlXj8rgjA/s400/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605578586651948210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7O4yFsCj3Kg6BXzOMoOdfJ1E9Y5mSGwlO7JaYDyaB07qwBWq2CB-SthqsXGyTX46LC9iwDdNB3189_kYQvHyX7TniQO1c2WCPSzybHcahSx60VIASUgSq8QJqduGubk_YeU8bxoAcZ5s/s400/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605587774148080658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1K04okI-bknE4KuLN0MgwsxGFsSsGVaIsLLncmuaZW0Q89qlSiwU9Pjqwn_N5wC9BDKOumeZVC3fUTCHLCJ4MnYb1kAYxgBBe5f2-N21_LD4B6SEvVMlC0GbjMCU3GugnyRlen6fMAZ0/s400/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605587782918971938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__iFd4K_lbRR5zAUAxTLeb4NHDL0ILjt6RVFwfy0TzdJl6dvkB-Sc9vWHHexismAnCuPCdTervDKbgfvtSF0pNKxcUIXUHE6V6szi4SZ9uano5P0P9NN6K0BKxpI4BcDZyER9QFcJwIQ/s400/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" />Posting these on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">etsy.</span><br /><br />And Amber, thank you. Thank you for opening your heart to me and including me in this little adventure.</p><br /><br /><p><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">xoxo</span></p>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-6556271761390340882011-04-13T17:08:00.000-07:002011-04-13T17:30:38.350-07:00Launching my creativity<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595225124749139058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbg1VwvXf7PUx1DVkVdareW1GGLz5j497JcqQ0DQ8OuEmnXelFoQGz2g3K7iGWYE14L4zeiIanI5mmA3M_YdE3wG_Sw5Il_5AsqD3qecOKCdbuEr6-KP6riVAIEBHpj4AVRdT2_w3p5rY/s400/291_9104_1.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqnPrlKPpe7YKu_vAuCMbCVquZUcdup1A_ahaOhSMkG9URQkd_8BFTtllwralLOObQnGp6_BE7gW_DAjyJzE-HtUOzO8cyENcePMMG7J12j6I7_BHP9468pWvjvtzRBMOIiT9lXBacMYA/s1600/IMG_0102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595225554578369666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqnPrlKPpe7YKu_vAuCMbCVquZUcdup1A_ahaOhSMkG9URQkd_8BFTtllwralLOObQnGp6_BE7gW_DAjyJzE-HtUOzO8cyENcePMMG7J12j6I7_BHP9468pWvjvtzRBMOIiT9lXBacMYA/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDL67kKJLytw2WgNkSX9HmlK-Tp5M7RiVHxfSffrZTGVLhnuZdbAot69oi8aZceugHgaqbS1bR45OIpaA-UrXUHAjYhM-UNTMCZ9tySKMtQmutwfYVjoS97InJYgzR0k7U3LXGIlXa_o/s1600/_blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595225546747940994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDL67kKJLytw2WgNkSX9HmlK-Tp5M7RiVHxfSffrZTGVLhnuZdbAot69oi8aZceugHgaqbS1bR45OIpaA-UrXUHAjYhM-UNTMCZ9tySKMtQmutwfYVjoS97InJYgzR0k7U3LXGIlXa_o/s400/_blog.jpg" border="0" /></a> A romantic statement. Just listed this baby on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">etsy</span>. <br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn1C-UM42D_iwW2FRtf6mQY7zGLRDT7KF7m_S71NOMMV2OGoYT5emaIf6We8n_SVd8Bshb5U0L2OUaWM_-otpnEbzSwF0izcrtMewbzxA89bRil0Z7K-1Ie-L98e0bbQs1oK5rhK07N4Q/s1600/290_9099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595225154202290098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn1C-UM42D_iwW2FRtf6mQY7zGLRDT7KF7m_S71NOMMV2OGoYT5emaIf6We8n_SVd8Bshb5U0L2OUaWM_-otpnEbzSwF0izcrtMewbzxA89bRil0Z7K-1Ie-L98e0bbQs1oK5rhK07N4Q/s400/290_9099.JPG" border="0" /></a> This one I will name bohemian rhapsody. My inner hippie chic.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqL7JEx9SYr-cQso1rXKUXJiK8I368bg-tllewLU200uiLV87n7CY6d8JRRtj5hTVYikSuVYmoHtVRSfTqANQGiXFGnmbbAUacxz90ns1Sw4cisaEvesarWddsDSgJr3RXjYFGzrsqVIc/s1600/290_9097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595225145286687698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqL7JEx9SYr-cQso1rXKUXJiK8I368bg-tllewLU200uiLV87n7CY6d8JRRtj5hTVYikSuVYmoHtVRSfTqANQGiXFGnmbbAUacxz90ns1Sw4cisaEvesarWddsDSgJr3RXjYFGzrsqVIc/s400/290_9097.JPG" border="0" /></a> This has been my saying for months now. And yes, we really can do it anyway.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9u_tF69-jbx6PqtP5L3hz-AUOp8KQpYTUbFE6R9kZTBYD15_qdAmyRwEiGLEyzUxGYU7h3sv5vZfDPRLSpg3CvqWR1JkRldjOFkkXgjtWouhnBTevUPm7tefLFxDMLsGjn0ldLnaTD1I/s1600/290_9096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595225139496951186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9u_tF69-jbx6PqtP5L3hz-AUOp8KQpYTUbFE6R9kZTBYD15_qdAmyRwEiGLEyzUxGYU7h3sv5vZfDPRLSpg3CvqWR1JkRldjOFkkXgjtWouhnBTevUPm7tefLFxDMLsGjn0ldLnaTD1I/s400/290_9096.JPG" border="0" /></a> Why not right. Live inspired anyway.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaZihYF6kMkJNMdgS6UJdRPr_M72rrjsogE0Gb7xIceitM0j6qvzEXaPV_8RTA_nA3cED_GEfWjczT55jFL9mbbfb0EvAvCjifHKbNYzoesBpycZt9c0YpCPhYXdgnkL6ZUfXnGPrH90/s1600/290_9090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595225132995483042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaZihYF6kMkJNMdgS6UJdRPr_M72rrjsogE0Gb7xIceitM0j6qvzEXaPV_8RTA_nA3cED_GEfWjczT55jFL9mbbfb0EvAvCjifHKbNYzoesBpycZt9c0YpCPhYXdgnkL6ZUfXnGPrH90/s400/290_9090.JPG" border="0" /></a> You see art really does heal the soul and yours deserves healing.</div><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595225540429225922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkaWP9Bpsa_htpDJP7YjlX0mGkcpAU7ruqJAt_S5USTqb7tp5nOpOez2V05B9zUKg0__tD6OW_jAxkoEPRLyALjh8fpwbWJbCPkmpwcN9QVmKgKALaqQwHpiAmd9lthQfzegAi6uwqpJM/s400/290_9100.JPG" border="0" /> <br /><div></div>These two are for a custom order for this sweet <a href="http://www.mammabellarte.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">girl</span></a></div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;">Rita tell me which one you like better before I add your metal <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blingage</span>.</span></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;">You see a little "tea" party amongst<a href="http://launchyourcreativity.com/"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">girls</span></a> can launch into an entire new world.</span></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;">Thank you <a href="http://www.pansycottagegarden.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Sharon</span></a> for launching so many of us into believing that we can and thank you <a href="http://www.theblackroostercottage.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amber</span> </span></a>for inviting me. </span></div><br /><div></div></span><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-82655279661699914552011-04-12T16:54:00.000-07:002011-04-12T17:34:55.794-07:00learning to believeI have had so many things going or should I say racing through my mind since this weekend that I am trying to process it all. I had the privilege of going to <a href="http://launchyourcreativity.com/"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Launch your creativity</span></a> on Saturday with 3 new friends. I must say I had only met one for a split second in my driveway and the other two were a mystery. I was nervous. You see, I have this funny thing that happens to me when I am put into a new situation. I am afraid. Afraid that I will be judged, turned ones nose upon, gossiped about. But, I have been learning to be brave. So that day I put on my brave girl boots. <img src="http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=545693047032&id=50ff79bbfc7366c7a4791db7c19d5fb5&url=http%3a%2f%2f4.bp.blogspot.com%2f_A2P0UTklJPQ%2fTIs_9jqkxoI%2fAAAAAAAAAMA%2fR194f-HMZu8%2fs1600%2fcowboy.jpg" /> I do believe with out a doubt that God <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">strategically</span> placed me in the company of these beautiful woman for a reason (<a href="http://blackroostercottage.com/"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Amber</span></a>,<a href="http://www.mammabellarte.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rita</span></a>, Nicky). To believe. To believe in myself, to open my eyes to a whole new world of creative woman and opportunities that I did not know existed. To gently tell me that yes, I can and do deserve to do this. You see I create because I have a deep seeded need too. It is something that is deep within my soul that I must use my hands to create things. I see the world differently. Art is therapy for me. I must make art to heal for many many reasons. But I have always felt that I can create but I don't deserve too. What I have learned is, the reason I can create, is because I do it from a place that is raw, real, broken but yet beautiful. I make things to heal. While I sat at this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">conference</span> among very talented woman, I started to believe, I started to dream. I felt very convicted that the reason I can make pretty things is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">because</span> each time, I am able to dig deep into the broken parts of my heart and turn them into something beautiful. So here is to making something beautiful. What beautiful things are you making? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">xoxo</span>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-63755345970281164102011-03-19T14:26:00.000-07:002011-03-19T14:49:59.197-07:00I did itWell I did it. With a little friendly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">encouragement</span> I listed my cuffs on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">etsy</span></span>. I spent a beautiful day yesterday making a few more. I was inspired yesterday, inspired to just go for it. I have spent so much time waiting for the right time to do things. I am not going to do that anymore. I have so many projects that I keep saying I am going to do. Well spring watch out, I am ready to just tackle them all. Here is a link to my bracelets <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/westcoastnester">http://www.etsy.com/shop/westcoastnester</a><br /><br /><br /><br />Here is some eye candy that has put me in the spring cleaning mood<br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfr4Q4y8ARNDV3ajkkyY4lwDNChakks37RgOCLprO7BBhGHtSZpZEV4Jdlfjts7_4u09-DLujtd_PPrgWMzgAel5lfIOWdgVkanv51KpBZIjTvj6MHGYOJj-5SWku6aRJRDFPtV9dEgY/s1600/drum+living+etc.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmY_RFlfh9n47hbLCNCWEVWP7GBQrULfg9-GR96scStyOif9UNv_7xOeqML8oeuu2Br56HCzvicQvNKRXX_e7dMoWjTfZcNiq_lk0201SZxQ6J3kNE4eFwVc4HzZQVXJizteBWHG3bZg/s1600/interior+infatuation+3.jpg" /><br />I love the pop of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">turquoise</span> color.<br /><br /><img id="Image11_img" height="220" alt="February 2011" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bnfAjRqjkmlIUZc7F8BQNng0TJeLTex5hOYsESU-X3LaMF8F5q4v8nAnt_nlf5Nyfp_Zh1KjWknLFWa6DKOzWmqd9PWcoW-NwfLmLy1Up-v7KwfaFkgSw3BjU_7Vvwzu47ZN8CxFBNU/s220/flea+market+style+cover.jpg" width="163" /><br /><br />This magazine has me drooling and dreaming.<br /><br />There is something about birds chirping and they are out in full force today. The hot air balloons are out in the wine country today and I can see them right out my window. A big splash of color against an ominous looking sky. I should not tell you the sad story of me sipping my coffee with the birds in full song this morning. I hear my cat scratching to come in. I go to the door to see one of those sweet little birds dangling from her mouth. Sigh.... one less little songbird in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Temecula</span></span>.<br /><br />Happy weekend.Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-88455916434019707752011-03-17T10:45:00.000-07:002011-03-17T11:04:36.352-07:00a new day<div>It's a new day today. A beautiful day here in So Cal. All my family from out of town has left and this is my first day alone (well almost have daughter home today). It is so weird, when you lose someone you love whom you are so close too. Do you just start another day. Do you do laundry, and check emails and do the things you did before? I spent a few hours with my Aunt yesterday. All her company had gone home also and I knew yesterday would be the first day truly alone in her home. We talked, laughed and cried a lot. Talked about her new normal and what that would look like. The phone rang and my cousin answered, every time it rings you sort of hold your breath and hope that no one asks for "him". Well sure enough they did, Round table pizza calling wanting to ask my uncle a few question's for a survey. I had to listen to his daughter tell them, no he was not available to answer them at this time. She hung up. It pissed me off. Is this what the next few months and maybe years look like. Someone calling asking for him and reliving those emotions over and over again.<br /><br /></div><div>He worked for himself and built beautiful cabinets and custom wood work. He was busy. A truck pulled up to drop off the cabinets that he ordered. Had to tell them this was not a good time. His work phone keeps ringing answering and retelling the story over and over. Waiting for customers to show up to pick up cabinets and things that he had in his shop. Over and over those little things get ya.</div><br /><br /><div>The service was at my house on Sunday and I am going to clean up all the little things left over today. Is that what you do, just pick up and keep going. Mop the floor, vacuum etc. I am going to turn on some worship music and set my heart before the Lord and then keep going. That is what you are supposed to do right?</div><br /><br /><p>I did make something beautiful today and I am going to make another it just makes my heart feel good.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585110715929933762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvuiXHWqMoBDVGgIlbLaGU7LNnAKiGJ-bWMZK5sLR_n5VNTA_SQrjBoQ7uVfFA6RoofAVrxiTVvjd1_wvWwOJ_FddZnJNL6drOtAuh_0_qO-_XiD2DpHeIL3dd54ujIG5EtHlZuw3aN0/s400/necklace_2.jpg" border="0" />What makes your heart feel good?<br /></p><br /><div></div>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-91397109845072422782011-03-11T09:04:00.000-08:002011-03-11T09:28:59.980-08:00funny thing about griefExactly one week ago today I received devastating news that my Uncle went to sleep and never woke up. He was 54. He was a huge presence in our family. We were very close to him and did everything together. He lived up the street and we saw him all the time. And for that I am grateful.<br /><br /><br />Grief is a funny thing. It feels like everything should stop moving but it does not. Driving home from his house last Friday people were out walking their dogs and jogging and I kept thinking. What are you doing, don't you know what just happened. You need to stop. You need to just stop moving and be still. Life just does not work that way does it? Grief has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it. I called Starbucks to see how much their coffee service would be for the funeral. The sweet barista named Jamie said they would donate it for his service. Tears, uncontrollable tears at the generosity of that little gift. Sorry Jamie, not sure you were prepared for my moment of uncontrolled emotion. Each time the door rings and another bouquet or plant is delivered to my aunt the waves of emotions come rolling out. Those little gifts mean so much. The food, women love to bring food. How you are loved for those sweet gestures.<br /><br />Grief like I said it is a funny thing. For me I need to create something and I am almost overwhelmed with a desire to make something with my hands. My girlfriend sent me a beautiful email with some inspiration on it and I knew I had to make something with it so in my mad state of grief this is what I did. And you know what it felt really good<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582872769505183010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbm3hUVfqFLL7ouCQtBgs7cG9EkOzmQVxKW95DXBcA_So7HzCE4nzhV-SkLhq372ctkmGZQpXmEPSEDDgtcXJ73S5FseLBNAnFiD0t4yNpQJnBVhD19xwDFxfz98ydpZngzYTlhBKRgM/s400/IMG_2628.JPG" border="0" /><br />Trusting God is where I am at today. Just trusting in Him. So in my crazy state of creating I could not stop my back was aching from bending over but I just had to make these too.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582873167297523858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5T-DZ4Wx73tgQ4Ui5nmKcN1GFsyLmrdw2kINzSUDpTJw_ylRrOg6NaVvQvdADdwufjNo3fKMwIvqBK4aJnIqG85jBGweImkq958GvgkOpVclDZVZl7ObCFmVANW2hbQP5kMo7T0ezyDU/s400/IMG_2614.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582873462105101122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_r8gR4uaGG4Mc8c755GY88Q3v8kAJ8xDqO_W3NBPGik6B8a1LWC4u-BJ8I3ccuDrHPzuQDbDnSwnF0WaknuGbuSAghxIWYnm3i7SPEZtcDVjJIe5dmg8ceXLAVCHY1ORSVYRqSctwphM/s400/IMG_2611.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582873576893834194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJqZq3lngWnrzmzlreZny7yDFJNolYzTmX1H-DsQiIUq3DvMFyPYtIMoyOykHYPviDEmpdR6D0csVEBNrvknjEyUCUTatYb3ndyUjyWsLjoZ7TCRin4U_2OgqJAe6VlzX1SNDDm7p590/s400/IMG_2612.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582873708930104770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggIhkL3Dp5yN2WvONgXu1qtfwmBrKItxS3SOrrt2eq8j3XMvtgwJusRyrVEpld2ZPSS8XZ6mCBicEsf2CCWVkrS0bVna2Hi6D2qheDpCqdcisurgdhNw48H5rz6olUxVSxdJOicCemnJw/s400/IMG_2609.JPG" border="0" />Each one of these cuffs was my cry out to the Lord. Truly what was on my heart when grief had wrapped itself around every part of it. Art and creating is such a powerful healing tool. I am going to create some more today. Just need to keep my hands busy and let my tears flow.<br /><br />I will be putting these in my etsy shop. I think? Not sure what else to do with them all.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-22041693427396921142011-02-26T10:48:00.000-08:002011-02-26T11:19:15.287-08:00A week in reviewWhen I look at the week in review it makes me smile. I have the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tendency</span> to look at each day <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">separately</span> and not the week as a whole. Today as I sit in my little place of happiness with a hot cup of coffee I am reflecting on week well done. Most of the week I spent creating. Completely holed up in my little place of happiness. A few visitors stopped by for a latte and to see if I was still among the land of the living. And living I was. I was on a non stop creating frenzy and it felt oh so good. I had a minor detour on Thursday and went out to lunch with a beautiful friend and mentor from church. I left feeling refreshed and thankful to God for the amazing women that He has surrounded me with. On Friday I was in a creating frenzy again and had a very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">spontaneous</span> invitation to lunch with my daughters friend and mom from school. So we spent the next three hours talking and asking for the bottomless basket of fries to be refilled. I got home and created for hours again. My hubby has asked me to meet him in San <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Diego</span> for the weekend at an old <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Victorian</span> hotel in the gas lamp district. I sit conflicted. We are suppose to get thunderstorms today and those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">don't</span> happen very often in my neck of the woods. These are my favorite days to nest and create. He has now bribed me with a nice dinner and maybe some shopping. So off I go. I know this is something couples should do to spice things up every now and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">again</span>. But my problem lies in the fact that I am a homebody. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Truly</span> I could stay in my home for weeks at a time perfectly content. I am going to stop rambling now and drop the kids of at grandmas and pack a bag for a romantic impromptu trip. My husband did just inform me that the hotel we are staying at is haunted. NICE!! He waited until I had agreed and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">arraignments</span> were made to drop that one. I will let you know if we have any visitors. Crap!! That totally freaks me out!!!<br /><br />I will leave you with a picture<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578078211626150226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ufRAoMzQ28whjIum4UuT64kUzvyt2ekTBaBS-Lkm4KLco9hJx-2hN8EuiNiNN_lVEdBGEzUzL8FjfeGox5nOsK_tvxfLrW8qvu845XMUKO2jQJRDVdprnSD03aZWBmyEMWB6pfjXWts/s400/Tulle%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />This is one of my visual tools I use for inspiration. I have been pulling magazine pictures out and taping them all over my walls in my studio. Sigh..... by by studio you have made me so happy this week and we have been so productive together. I am leaving just for a day or two. I will tell the ghost's hello, and who knows they could add a whole new level of spice to the weekend.<br /><br /></p>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-67091064317922399792011-02-14T12:22:00.000-08:002011-02-14T12:42:03.096-08:00happy heart day<div><div><div><div><div><div>I had a beautiful weekend. Not to mention the weather here was gorgeous. 80 degrees if you really need to know. Went hiking up the Santa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rosa</span> plateau, almost got eaten by a coyote. Kidding about the coyote but it dig scare the crap out of me. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>We are having a family Valentines day at our abode tonight that means the kids are celebrating with us. So I have been busy getting dinner in the crock pot and decorations up and ready for a nice evening. </div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Here is a peek:</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573644997379555586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0aI-piTAuPDb4DUNDp448TrxHLzWlr7UuF8-89YXq1HHcOeHtoxlXZuqhOh0fYU_9bCXHFsDT-OZHMROS9ORVRCuj-F07HKjI7vC5rLmzHbBW5zxeUk1cXLC7ChiF8h1MeqA6N7AOVPY/s400/209_0920.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573645181308020866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNQXBOHBb9B013bQ0g6GHajpFPhhg5sI1OHV2U1kcB7eyChYmulLgVHljKAwxtKYuirdoRlTqLX-jpTRUg4ZNbcBoNTVAgxjNdDYlfftlAmm1oZKyOUHXssXUprWfFpdjS07owOBno5dY/s400/209_0919.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573645341453987138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLS-clU1ll4slMmHZWQQ5-O1OITVYlmR7JW6QkIHnY9WCQF6hhOrL987NqRgz-F9a7D3b-J2W80JEhjnsnst3X1s-w2ACICmGUP7Nmb-vaR3l9Kc9_yKnrseVksMHfaATUUTpCvcHdLf4/s400/209_0936.JPG" border="0" /> Don't get scared over the paprika wall color. I have finally finished procrastinating and picked out the new color. I had no idea that a shade of blue would be so difficult. Now lets see how long it takes to make it to the wall.</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573645486752517746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXzMFQwgwrXdtmsZox5duz9rFDfBrMKjspp1WYvhaIWCZz9rYVZTdQemcWR3I8Dhx4pZxYchlvs_l1kNuSzjkkLQ-xMGw78xlhd0CKhjYDeuUDRjIxPKcI0KO3NeAK9z1bFfydlGNh2lQ/s400/209_0941.JPG" border="0" /> I am a little obsessed with the napkin flowers. Not sure I can even part with them after valentines day. <div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573645697636552114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCnCwc4vmvK4ToidzznXYjZuSE6JQ0uRLTcRkZwBQLKpPDmKOnLl72UxzBR9XjtL4eKSjqcvyplV3oAtqrWWf5ZhIJZZ_FEPX53NClME3YHmZ-EP8svKDl0lYkWA78Va44WHaprq6CXJc/s400/209_0950.JPG" border="0" /> This is hanging in my studio. Thought I would add a little heart cheer since I spend to much time here.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573645883973758386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0gQvYeY8vshySYgEIs1Y7U7PUHtgeeCl8mM_SgAVbDKtL3xfBruBF2H7VTvzk8xiIVc4iagttpvKHncshUR1BgpO3WWcL_xO6lmmkRxKmNvFE8X9L1-KDl1rF2-xwlLfGDgdchm3E9OA/s400/209_0948.JPG" border="0" />More flowers I just can't help myself.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573645890481151090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqezPi6QZDgYz47eusPvDGbWev5wxB0RPT2edlr76lP7_OJuGgOteVAkhBz0WjGbgskbG12SxeV3F1GbR34j5gisCtdcncq7ncjyUdhwIdj9AI560pTiImYJHnE-S8jXJcUgBZF_gBOA/s400/209_0929.JPG" border="0" />And these pretties are what we planted in the front and back over the weekend. I told my man that flowers in the yard is what I would love for valentines day. Hopefully I don't end up killing these too quickly. I am no green thumb by any stretch of the imagination. </div><div> </div><div>Hope you have a wonderful Valentines day. </div><div> </div><div>My heart is full! How about yours?</div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div></div></div></div>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-76423833088318322332011-01-25T17:17:00.000-08:002011-01-25T17:27:18.370-08:00The She Art WorkshopI won, I really, really won this <a href="http://http//christytomlinson.typepad.com/christytomlinson/workshops.html"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The She Art Workshop</span></a><br /><br /><img style="WIDTH: 477px; HEIGHT: 465px" height="644" src="http://bushelandapeck.typepad.com/.a/6a00e550aee38388340148c7bf46ca970c-pi" width="298" /><br /><br />I entered on <a href="http://http//bushelandapeck.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Jeanne Oliver's</span></a> giveaway and about peed my pants when she emailed me this morning and told me I won. What a beautiful gift thank you so much. Also what a perfect way to continue to grow. I have been crazy busy painting, journaling and digging deep, in my Soul Restoration workshop. So much to let sink in having a hard time processing it all into something that I could share. My hands are covered in paint which means that today was a good day.<br /><br />xoxoBohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-59022292192908162782011-01-10T12:17:00.001-08:002011-01-10T12:35:36.027-08:00Brave girl<div><div><br /><div>I have picked a new word for year and it is <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">GROW</span>. I looked up the definition</div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;">Grow</span>:</div><div>To increase in size, to form, to arise. To become great at, expand. To become gradually ( I love that, so feel that is how <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">God</span> is shaping me) to become mature or experienced.<br /></div><div>So I am embracing that word this year. I want to grow in so many ways. I want to grow spiritually, grow in my art, grow in my healing, grow with my family. One way that I am choosing to help me grow is this<br /></div><div><img class="style6" style="FLOAT: left" height="407" src="http://www.bravegirlsclub.com/images/img1srestE.jpg" width="400" usemap="#FPMap0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>This is a gift to me. I am going to spend the next 6 weeks learning</div><div>to be brave, to grow, to become gradually. I have been busy</div><div>collecting supplies and cleaning my studio. I have a local artist whom I adore</div><div>that is coming over tomorrow and we are going to be brave together. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560656581999131154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_Iq6_OuhzazCzmRlkRYyZgp4fmVRJZUYaAHWXfBhOU5Fvcb0GO9HdRiBcRCpjOAYidsi22nOvnpVsba8V53YZ86IB4CNyHMlM0FbXI7Bg9qsWX7Spazrf7MKu3D6OqEOfEqk6ZKYMm0/s400/IMG_9203.JPG" border="0" />This is the front of my sketchbook, it is a blank canvas and some birds I have been playing with. I love the thought of a blank canvas. A new <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">beginning</span> a place to grow.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560656591953942498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRUU4rcYyu_zZTJ7JI0J5EXBcOR_Cd3FsYmrciwzb9MjmyOSAyWqZIqr_1UDdsxQkwM0tKjDaFj7ITkqMQPD6-cY-lRZ57vbSZG9jJytAfB6RguI-mdNJ_8oETUCmAhk3nKFzfhGxv70/s400/IMG_9206.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560656598436818274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OMkCp1tPRwtsaLJoUVAWBJm6vpBR219Qur6-o-u0VLUp-BZbcEa8YuvJA32-5FXXFNfHmOclVPMMfPNO_oqW6FwftU-OsPyngpTXZ4il0R2z1x90fphxHT-XZaNELVQWWGvvm-9NAVg/s400/IMG_9208.JPG" border="0" />I have been getting everything as organized as I can. I can hardly stand the wait until tomorrow. 1-11-11 a great day to begin a new journey. Any of you joining me in being brave?Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-69455144746271751622011-01-04T08:56:00.000-08:002011-01-04T09:56:50.991-08:00Life in GraceI have a friend, well we have never met but she is my go to girl. She probably has no idea the light that she has shined in my life. Every morning for the past few years while my kids are quietly eating there breakfast I take my coffee and read her <a href="http://http//www.lifeingraceblog.com/">blog</a>. I have made almost every one of her recipes and coveted every project she does. I am also painting my armoire turquoise in her honor. I think she had me at turquoise. You know who I am talking about, the famous turquoise <a href="http://lifeingraceblog.com/">kitchen</a>. It is her birthday today and she is broken. I am all about lifting a sister up so happy birthday Edie. You do not know me, but you have inspired me, encouraged me, challenged me, made me laugh and have taught me a thing or too in the kitchen. Your Strawberry butter cream dream <a href="http://http//www.lifeingraceblog.com/2010/05/strawberry-buttercream-dream-cake-aka-the-best-cake-in-the-whole-entire-world.html#">cake</a> about rocked my world and the Strawberry freezer jam that you know have me addicted too has changed the lives of many.<br /><br />You love the Lord with a passion that is contagious and your devotion to your family makes me try harder. Thank you sister for caring as deeply as you do, for sharing your heart so freely.<br /><br />I am excited to see this new journey that the Lord has you on. I can only imagine the things He has in store for you.<br /><br />I thought I would share a picture of the cupcakes I made from Edies <a href="http://http//www.lifeingraceblog.com/2010/05/strawberry-buttercream-dream-cake-aka-the-best-cake-in-the-whole-entire-world.html#">dreamy</a> cake recipe. <div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558382017541753234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLT9rYSyN-OZnTVd2cY2najJgIEDvN1VfVTYe9uyuQyROzJ9aua8_KI5z4Rj2E-hSoqZQc_nDXp964Ucf_KdCewMJwx6Q0Ec2yVy2qqf4ZLIb6lIlS9_Y4cP5GiyzrTax0F5HwMDWVV6U/s400/IMG_0807.JPG" border="0" /><br />Thank you for blessing me so abundantly. Now <a href="http://http//www.lifeingraceblog.com/2011/01/for-edie-with-love.html">link</a> up friends and lets bless another sister on her birthday she could use a little sunshine.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.lifeingraceblog.com/"><img height="125" alt="life in grace" src="http://www.lifeingraceblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/button.png" width="125" /></a></center>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-33161968872183474612010-12-09T11:41:00.001-08:002010-12-09T11:51:28.368-08:00sitting in glitterI have been up to my eyeballs in glitter. You know you have had a good day when you go to blow your nose and lovely silver glitter comes out. Yes, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">seriously</span> just told you that. Anyway, I dropped my daughter off at the airport on Tuesday for a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cheer leading</span> championship competition in Orlando. So instead of drowning in self pity, I glittered. It is now Thursday and I have not stopped.<br /><br /><br />I wanted my mom tree, the one the kids don't get to decorate to be covered in vintage book ornaments. So I tore up a few old books I have been collecting and folded and glittered my heart out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO6wV_M4h7PRrFEI-qEV2y9rlczVNfnrZrqgivlhRcK9BBuE4_YFA4g_MJYJWdS38lojdW9o_AGBcUgNhyphenhyphen8au2kXU79biPLILgOdLgvGyy5ppn12L-ShvGK9NEAhtlA04J921MDi7nwbs/s1600/IMG_7253_4x6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548771320537595666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO6wV_M4h7PRrFEI-qEV2y9rlczVNfnrZrqgivlhRcK9BBuE4_YFA4g_MJYJWdS38lojdW9o_AGBcUgNhyphenhyphen8au2kXU79biPLILgOdLgvGyy5ppn12L-ShvGK9NEAhtlA04J921MDi7nwbs/s400/IMG_7253_4x6.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is what started it. Saying goodbye to my baby girl.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyWR_6CCMHEAQYro77qY1oPSFPAaoNtWqb2ac0dOcBRQe3nwHV-lnIzaUr6T0t0bILOg1Heg4HHHB25yUCZHpVrmAbKmOoRngqOAcrbyt6ra7yw50eELt10hfjDjVG4OsjhN0C2Mzf7s/s1600/IMG_7207_blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548771311780997938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyWR_6CCMHEAQYro77qY1oPSFPAaoNtWqb2ac0dOcBRQe3nwHV-lnIzaUr6T0t0bILOg1Heg4HHHB25yUCZHpVrmAbKmOoRngqOAcrbyt6ra7yw50eELt10hfjDjVG4OsjhN0C2Mzf7s/s400/IMG_7207_blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZomvu2ugV5EpP26is-XmlTrUsgA6iJMqCRIJuu1ojLwJQE1f5T-lTbMUMPC7SQx8dpj4H4OD9ljMe3P95Vo0YNg_axLQZc4FYKw0Qc7OgWWjw2RouW-rqap5ot24uH0uaDAjVYby0UjA/s1600/IMG_7203_blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548771305258344146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZomvu2ugV5EpP26is-XmlTrUsgA6iJMqCRIJuu1ojLwJQE1f5T-lTbMUMPC7SQx8dpj4H4OD9ljMe3P95Vo0YNg_axLQZc4FYKw0Qc7OgWWjw2RouW-rqap5ot24uH0uaDAjVYby0UjA/s400/IMG_7203_blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_A0r0VoNraD67nk6IDdThL87pxoATQQ5mjAtbdqP_taEvBgrXHByUv9Nc0e_1Q7OAsvRrQmqZeVHTTz1YXbfFGwlAUYzYGWD1tqQ01PSibQU7VUbTivwxaa-qtmG4TKKGCnxsJTMf31s/s1600/IMG_7205_blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548771295202593154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_A0r0VoNraD67nk6IDdThL87pxoATQQ5mjAtbdqP_taEvBgrXHByUv9Nc0e_1Q7OAsvRrQmqZeVHTTz1YXbfFGwlAUYzYGWD1tqQ01PSibQU7VUbTivwxaa-qtmG4TKKGCnxsJTMf31s/s400/IMG_7205_blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And I am still going strong. Tomorrow I will be sitting in front of the TV all day watching the competition live. Screaming my lungs out and probably still blowing glitter out of my nose.</div><div></div><div>Happy glittering.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-66248849245412717662010-12-01T17:54:00.001-08:002010-12-01T18:12:49.778-08:00A little lateI know I am a little late posting Thanksgiving and most of the blog world is sharing there Christmas decor. But, no, not me. I am a procrastinator you see and still have the china stacked on my dining room table. Sigh.... oh Christmas why do you sneak up on me so fast<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545898219057872034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8y-YecIPnhcaUhp3g0BwI0O38gqXzm65Hr1NV-hmLQGAlPitFpniFYtj2bQdvDhE7GkIlYKav9PDMuEthA65WuI9Rr4TEVRksfYirsv9Wq1zDM3ZxbM4-vE-lnJDo96jLlf4zdpt4YA/s400/IMG_4940_wreath.jpg" border="0" />Yes, I know another wreath but I can't help myself. I am full blown <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">obsessed</span>. I saw this at a store up north and had to make me one. I have also seen them on a blog somewhere and can't remember at the moment to link up.<br /><br /></p><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Iu_Vs1xyHfkAXz7DiGZ0baGb_irErknaRet6_WSozp85EHXxayNyyTd41gVPe4j4Vcy5fJZCnaiVPZiMwRazAU584EuAUD9QHsrpv7eWMINM4f4zL7EwMGi3QXhyphenhyphen1TCFPiN7Ze9b88w/s1600/IMG_4927_table.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545898221577706194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Iu_Vs1xyHfkAXz7DiGZ0baGb_irErknaRet6_WSozp85EHXxayNyyTd41gVPe4j4Vcy5fJZCnaiVPZiMwRazAU584EuAUD9QHsrpv7eWMINM4f4zL7EwMGi3QXhyphenhyphen1TCFPiN7Ze9b88w/s400/IMG_4927_table.jpg" border="0" /></a> At the last minute my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">husband</span> said I could not sit the rest of the guests outside. Last year we opened the doors and had two long tables outside and it was beautiful. But this year <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">apparently</span> it was to cold. I was still going to stick them out there but my husband said that would be rude. So I rearranged all the furniture and squished two more tables in the living room and it worked out just lovely. I think he was probably right, I just don't like my plans changing at the last minute.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545898231949925314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt2T3-QeQFdQqHpV9c66IgKoTzLSTDHOPmHidz0i_SpftbnfxccrUfi-9JYDhfVg_ewzx5ameuUEoUv3JwvRmwnrhKUx68j4f3PjiG3BIZa8_QrCe4ulx9pKRNpw4Rhzpa21p8sbTAs_s/s400/IMG_5005_pie.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Then we ate lots of this so we had to do this<br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545898235419233922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWYBO-sn_AarMBV3u6znJEVgzj_SGOMHuUu7M_QZtBGNSfLAMhPDxZOjwK9yn_GXc_8KFAvS3s2jHqOG-rAT7WxwWO28COvW9rW5vp04t1_qEIcGwARvGLH-x_j_Zr_DK5ngVojS61Dg/s400/IMG_5001_dance.jpg" border="0" /><br />DANCE, DANCE, DANCE. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wii</span></span> dance game will allow you to eat seconds and then thirds of Costco pumpkin pie, and maybe the apple pie too and a few dollops of homemade whip cream. </div><div></div><div>Hope your Thanksgiving was blessed.</div><div></div><div>Christmas here I come.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-44655171087970695892010-11-23T12:27:00.000-08:002010-11-23T12:44:36.459-08:00Homemade swap<div>I am seriously considering doing only a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">homemade</span> Christmas this year. For one I love to make things, and second my daughters cheer team just qualified for Nationals in Florida which is in two weeks. So my bank account is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">officially</span> in a state of distress. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>What about a homemade swap? I have not really thought about any of the details since I am a fly by the seat of my pants type of gal and I am sure I am not the only one who has ever come up with such an idea. I am a flower making nutcase. In the post below is one of my designs. Wouldn't it be fun to swap for something else homemade but different so we could have a variety of goods to give. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">HMMMM</span>....... ideas anyone??</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And what is a post without a picture<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542845957351825186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxgQroFjO6lZyBKu-5r5G6aDYI8xmZsDsiaM1idO4EVXt6adm-c6CHxQYAEeuAElq-5O9WYSEHkCPr2w0r1GgIHdZ4EtnDFm3t8JDbBQkzELdxTQ0rFDhs36r1v856KCXxCib5wqRqDE4/s400/IMG_1370.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p> Not only do I do flowers, I also do wreaths. I am singly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">handedly</span> obsessed with them. I could seriously count 8 of them in my home as we speak. I have left the idea of the swap in a comment on a <a href="http://http//beutlerlife.blogspot.com/">blog </a>that I recently found and I rather like it. I found her <a href="http://http//www.etsy.com/shop/crystalbeutler"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">etsy</span></a> shop first and then poof I found the blog. I have my eye on one of her flower necklaces. Like I said, I like flowers. Let me just tell you her recipe for the maple syrup <a href="http://http//crystalbfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/10/salad-greens-with-apples-and-maple.html">dressing</a> is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">divine</span> it really could change your life. I am off to create something oh who am I fooling I am off to clean something. I am expecting at least 25 on turkey day how about you? Let me know what you think about the swap???</p><p>Cheers!</p>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-63596786549748693922010-11-17T10:50:00.000-08:002010-11-17T10:59:59.656-08:00flower necklace<div>Well I finally finished my favorite necklace ever. I love the romantic, yummy colors of this one. Every time I wear one I get asked at least 5 times where I got it. So I thought I would put a tag on this one. You can wear these with anything and it takes your outfit to a whole new level. A plain t-shirt has never looked so good with one of these bad boys around your neck so here you go.....</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDORlEACp3hRulPl_fWtcNyPKdqNiz1cbTFmunXMSklg7VXGLG-gWXOFfiBhd6f-zjpsjBZxPLBNDZPtn-4u0UcTIFkoRtIRVcL_CzUqUHNV9NmNmVdNMcfCZmFYbf7MNrgjOxK_BriA/s1600/IMG_4417_blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540594199104665490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDORlEACp3hRulPl_fWtcNyPKdqNiz1cbTFmunXMSklg7VXGLG-gWXOFfiBhd6f-zjpsjBZxPLBNDZPtn-4u0UcTIFkoRtIRVcL_CzUqUHNV9NmNmVdNMcfCZmFYbf7MNrgjOxK_BriA/s400/IMG_4417_blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqUe5UxaWGw5zLGcIF1cGluqhXo82FYITMaUgN3tw9WimlJEa52A0Sr0A4jnGBG5IOFBx5sz-k-zUTZbwwPfjJMqc6c7RGt_a7Y660bPnxnOErAgRHxkLhIJxedJlB0RO-X5n_4xq-sM/s1600/IMG_4419_blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540594194400180114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqUe5UxaWGw5zLGcIF1cGluqhXo82FYITMaUgN3tw9WimlJEa52A0Sr0A4jnGBG5IOFBx5sz-k-zUTZbwwPfjJMqc6c7RGt_a7Y660bPnxnOErAgRHxkLhIJxedJlB0RO-X5n_4xq-sM/s400/IMG_4419_blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BwOHIO2qSQ9PQ2XiueoRPZZTCZ6G5qKe-XzCR9Qp_Fl0n12hC6ImdBifNIdh66Fg9MiaH9w5IrkYQZWLlb1yMIh_1DFMXmmEUN6P46m2WpQl9RNdCMeMTP7O7f_U4C9GPixqI0vbLvQ/s1600/_blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540594186190633378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BwOHIO2qSQ9PQ2XiueoRPZZTCZ6G5qKe-XzCR9Qp_Fl0n12hC6ImdBifNIdh66Fg9MiaH9w5IrkYQZWLlb1yMIh_1DFMXmmEUN6P46m2WpQl9RNdCMeMTP7O7f_U4C9GPixqI0vbLvQ/s400/_blog.jpg" border="0" /></a> She is $30.00 email me at <a href="mailto:westcoastnester@yahoo.com">westcoastnester@yahoo.com</a><br /><br />On another note I received this email this morning from a mom who I have prayed with. <div></div><br /> "In conclusion, be strong in the Lord (be empowered through your union with Him); draw your strength from Him; (that strength which His boundless might provides!)</div><div> Ephesians 6:10 </div><div> </div><div>I am listening, I am listening.</div><div> </div><div>Blessings<br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-29405132891949247802010-11-16T13:02:00.000-08:002010-11-16T13:34:19.321-08:00LongingI am longing, longing for change. I went to a beautiful conference this weekend. It made me search, deep inside of myself to unwrap some layers of ugliness and lies that society, and the devil himself have placed there. I long to be free. Free from the ugly lies that I tell myself. That I am not worthy, that I am not good enough. That I do not deserve to be set free from my past sin. That I am not loved.<br /><br /><div>One thing slammed me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">straight</span> in the heart. That I am free in Jesus Christ. I always have been and I always will be. That I am loved, that I am beautiful and that I am good enough. Just as I am flaws and all.<br /><br /></div><div>That did something, it unleashed a furry of creativity. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Journaling</span></span>, painting, creating. I just had to get it out. It was the strangest thing and the most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">exhilarating</span>. Here is what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">happened</span> in my creative <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">awakening</span><br /><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhNz9TXYCUtfiHP2T56swomdC4psl0TQHd5u529XPGUzWVFZf3sAHDdT67LH5dkj2jiYDO_ySwNqtWaUJMJPcPa_P6LWbtyTswQpbj8H83u8Q1on9SEfLG9DS_zWKOxHw_y85W77-U_w/s1600/IMG_0102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540258644640296258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhNz9TXYCUtfiHP2T56swomdC4psl0TQHd5u529XPGUzWVFZf3sAHDdT67LH5dkj2jiYDO_ySwNqtWaUJMJPcPa_P6LWbtyTswQpbj8H83u8Q1on9SEfLG9DS_zWKOxHw_y85W77-U_w/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEQlYm38aGSaGDERF7ABZ0T_M9jtTfVf1LRIvWYG0-LZNbBujbsFPHEgjw5E63vYrdbTOBE82xQjqqNEdy-mwIuBKSxgpaaJ2TgeM94PtEFr-YWnS-bT1Idem9E5l-KkhesLIkI2bfeA/s1600/IMG_4377.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540258632861450162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEQlYm38aGSaGDERF7ABZ0T_M9jtTfVf1LRIvWYG0-LZNbBujbsFPHEgjw5E63vYrdbTOBE82xQjqqNEdy-mwIuBKSxgpaaJ2TgeM94PtEFr-YWnS-bT1Idem9E5l-KkhesLIkI2bfeA/s400/IMG_4377.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_kFoyg9ohReCXlt6oTw8GrEFG9fN_JvYZeeyxu6tkrR-t-ZOGHYSfmKA5jnmYiDunYmgC9_9evm3KAHA9-qyTkMrT4ouHxK1MqTl_eaUORmfaTHLJTAD17U2-Sv3-_Yi3C8HW5JukPM/s1600/IMG_4376.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540258626358432722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_kFoyg9ohReCXlt6oTw8GrEFG9fN_JvYZeeyxu6tkrR-t-ZOGHYSfmKA5jnmYiDunYmgC9_9evm3KAHA9-qyTkMrT4ouHxK1MqTl_eaUORmfaTHLJTAD17U2-Sv3-_Yi3C8HW5JukPM/s400/IMG_4376.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5k761vuoI_23AyUwSVtylF5IXGrk7aNwoLelQePwwuJWUUUEyIi0MhZhky6nrIEkbs_fs14TdUbGLAazX6zp_n-aeCLTfBBUXO80XSapTl4BOsiHY9Bvv1d82WoPoTE34O8Z4sHRsGs/s1600/IMG_4372.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540258356898949170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5k761vuoI_23AyUwSVtylF5IXGrk7aNwoLelQePwwuJWUUUEyIi0MhZhky6nrIEkbs_fs14TdUbGLAazX6zp_n-aeCLTfBBUXO80XSapTl4BOsiHY9Bvv1d82WoPoTE34O8Z4sHRsGs/s400/IMG_4372.JPG" border="0" /></a> This one is my favorite mix of colors yet. I just have to put the chain on it and it is ready to wear.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCsoKiQlvN_50sAy0CXwqY9O8rW_Ti0fM9FPWRtdmNQWJ-rRovpCcVPWeRpJ31nHuFMBLAZm-OP7dRE1KIkN7oIsFYUSVC0x_bgS2ZojAZKrwJz1iQ5l_BdhrvC-FhwEluCc85w3KOVNs/s1600/IMG_4365.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540258348172198338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCsoKiQlvN_50sAy0CXwqY9O8rW_Ti0fM9FPWRtdmNQWJ-rRovpCcVPWeRpJ31nHuFMBLAZm-OP7dRE1KIkN7oIsFYUSVC0x_bgS2ZojAZKrwJz1iQ5l_BdhrvC-FhwEluCc85w3KOVNs/s400/IMG_4365.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5NQx0YMQkdptp1XwFixD3gjV65cJ4Ypq43yr4XZIKqnZcFxQGSE1HHgVHlvSS4gQvdQ8aBji7_NGJpnb52rNLd1wpb4fRWHvEYwr8Hq8sVUd64GaBqqIx6WBTNv5bT00DCkM0Gtw7O4/s1600/IMG_4367.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540258334869719506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5NQx0YMQkdptp1XwFixD3gjV65cJ4Ypq43yr4XZIKqnZcFxQGSE1HHgVHlvSS4gQvdQ8aBji7_NGJpnb52rNLd1wpb4fRWHvEYwr8Hq8sVUd64GaBqqIx6WBTNv5bT00DCkM0Gtw7O4/s400/IMG_4367.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5SHrp9B9w8Jqw1xGBcU5E2s2dl-CNDmjCpA5gLTDQADgZ_VR7jxR9I2gT1hAJqkvCmqa7o7ajhjM-kSDljqSxyad69TZcGeUsKuSk3rokX1mg0qfzyBWR2rbX-S6mYu0j9ybDL-IUVsw/s1600/IMG_4369.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540258304364209394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5SHrp9B9w8Jqw1xGBcU5E2s2dl-CNDmjCpA5gLTDQADgZ_VR7jxR9I2gT1hAJqkvCmqa7o7ajhjM-kSDljqSxyad69TZcGeUsKuSk3rokX1mg0qfzyBWR2rbX-S6mYu0j9ybDL-IUVsw/s400/IMG_4369.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I still long to let it ALL go. I am getting closer. I am grateful in knowing that God is carrying me every step of the way. </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-12481834635394191972010-11-02T12:17:00.000-07:002010-11-02T12:28:49.497-07:00Taking down the cobwebs<div>Yes, I know this poor little blog has gotten <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">completely</span> forgotten about as life gets busier and busier. I took a ton of pictures of my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Halloween</span> decor that I have never posted so here is a peek as I take them down dust of the cobwebs and begin to put up fall.<br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxVJvY1rSCSlzriV_qXFZEa5G0MBB3FttvgyYUhqy4RXikxyf21vJm6s2l2byOagG6e41RJuluSTRGcAfKJM4gO07_VNH3leBhnBBob-etw9uxLWEyuM0iavEEaGZ9xN5-O0lFLTcgbU/s1600/IMG_2866.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535035316652927986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxVJvY1rSCSlzriV_qXFZEa5G0MBB3FttvgyYUhqy4RXikxyf21vJm6s2l2byOagG6e41RJuluSTRGcAfKJM4gO07_VNH3leBhnBBob-etw9uxLWEyuM0iavEEaGZ9xN5-O0lFLTcgbU/s400/IMG_2866.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuECrF0Xh88HXIc2OwORvsRZfjzy-9TcMZXle1CAp1aLeZC1Nj1VJRCRtq5Y2ok2R2VEizN8ySVo-wHuBx0PoA9XuDJJOfx1-qyxtPwaGkpVx6qPiO0sV4FTZf0LshJGiMwvqHwgXXudk/s1600/IMG_0127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535035309033776546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuECrF0Xh88HXIc2OwORvsRZfjzy-9TcMZXle1CAp1aLeZC1Nj1VJRCRtq5Y2ok2R2VEizN8ySVo-wHuBx0PoA9XuDJJOfx1-qyxtPwaGkpVx6qPiO0sV4FTZf0LshJGiMwvqHwgXXudk/s400/IMG_0127.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535035321786033106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQ3E0Sv-Zj6ZrLQQcuVpL8VXaRRsz0e_haR77B3ohzL0SYUDI4AhHnL8roKqHZhfbDsogFGAEirHbo8wI66E2VS0v04dCnYSq-YWKoLcNMesz0SUzvC6acgj4BGJq2G5AQB-o-5xD1w4/s400/IMG_2867.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DHjATa-6eG_YUkwzKLa6_bBJZsKxZ215168KYw-Iy-P3Cyzzrt_krfLlGWR8IYiND5ILA-Ckrn99oKr8Zy66KQIUDRPyoHVJJKUr2ja0XHps_x2E0SX6ipKomDAuhfZwrazosTkzOBA/s1600/IMG_2854.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034727856481922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DHjATa-6eG_YUkwzKLa6_bBJZsKxZ215168KYw-Iy-P3Cyzzrt_krfLlGWR8IYiND5ILA-Ckrn99oKr8Zy66KQIUDRPyoHVJJKUr2ja0XHps_x2E0SX6ipKomDAuhfZwrazosTkzOBA/s400/IMG_2854.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9cz6ZfWt5mCs2R42tVq_nHuojArHY3ktxhVXPRLgXqzZ0fK8pNBge0Eur_nAoA3eQLZ6b-EfFp80z1dHoZ9TfDL9DTXtogsoHYGK5aghVB2IRzbn5maWw19VAhRaeU1eH9Bp4ZMiUAEo/s1600/IMG_2835.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034726188388002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9cz6ZfWt5mCs2R42tVq_nHuojArHY3ktxhVXPRLgXqzZ0fK8pNBge0Eur_nAoA3eQLZ6b-EfFp80z1dHoZ9TfDL9DTXtogsoHYGK5aghVB2IRzbn5maWw19VAhRaeU1eH9Bp4ZMiUAEo/s400/IMG_2835.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUziCGc36zLsOI0lISXqeyEkww-GLga-Ncpu-dA94N6g02l2VOJzgReUn5gzLAtpZZ4bf8xqgS4XQc48PTJf5lVzNiPpb1H8aRfmWZbZtFoanKrMZ6R3oAFQ5uv7MT0ckgYTqnDaKo90/s1600/IMG_2847.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034706878382466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUziCGc36zLsOI0lISXqeyEkww-GLga-Ncpu-dA94N6g02l2VOJzgReUn5gzLAtpZZ4bf8xqgS4XQc48PTJf5lVzNiPpb1H8aRfmWZbZtFoanKrMZ6R3oAFQ5uv7MT0ckgYTqnDaKo90/s400/IMG_2847.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv1UxG7RqDw1384DdVEYKbIQTcntfNN_EOonfGgpfx0C-YO94Z9uCItfGC7u1jfujU67dP8ovbdAIjl03TX8e3AJh7ToIIm3v7ulMdX0kHvbeYYV9UWh_f_6MZLBcL524sdkUF6mlvO8Y/s1600/IMG_2836.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034699597915490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv1UxG7RqDw1384DdVEYKbIQTcntfNN_EOonfGgpfx0C-YO94Z9uCItfGC7u1jfujU67dP8ovbdAIjl03TX8e3AJh7ToIIm3v7ulMdX0kHvbeYYV9UWh_f_6MZLBcL524sdkUF6mlvO8Y/s400/IMG_2836.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyUoHb4e0WHNYcOYXqBeDv1EH6IQVGmiSBojNqx6TRIb4E83J75u-YZJrMbQ29214ulcOQTW5oDPIUasZIWyi_jJd2wYuj3aFMVxo7U3aaTs_1s4SvJvcop9ugyQzy17rLjjV9rGqsc48/s1600/IMG_2819.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034693874625138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyUoHb4e0WHNYcOYXqBeDv1EH6IQVGmiSBojNqx6TRIb4E83J75u-YZJrMbQ29214ulcOQTW5oDPIUasZIWyi_jJd2wYuj3aFMVxo7U3aaTs_1s4SvJvcop9ugyQzy17rLjjV9rGqsc48/s400/IMG_2819.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535035328756653794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJCfcDSqY5-y2JAWJd9U2VaLviGgBCb9x8lF-l9XoyLBAi512iuVF6zrdGLxQhAJxp1mc74Oh3zMAV5f97L9RW2RS9fk397FXUpMgmM8rbkDQRvqAulH1D5QJ2WPYSgPoE-iLAf5Cxgc/s400/IMG_0089.jpg" border="0" /><br />This was a neighbors house as we trick or treated. She had full blown Michael Jackson video projected onto her garage with surround sound and lights. My girlfriend and I were glued to her driveway dancing and then a bunch of kids joined in. It was a lovely evening with family and friends. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span>, I really will try not to let the cobwebs form on this blog again. </div><div> </div><div>I am wearing my voting sticker are you?<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-50407637207623799362010-07-01T11:06:00.000-07:002010-07-01T11:22:47.697-07:00What happened?<div>Not sure what happened and how all this time has gone by from blogging. Life, and Summer baby. Last night my daughter and I decided to make homemade strawberry freezer jam. Oh my gosh, so EASY and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">delicious</span>. We poured some over vanilla ice-cream last night, yikes was that good. Here is what they looked like when done. I am going to give some to the new neighbors, even though we are new neighbors too and nobody has brought me homemade strawberry freezer jam. I'm just saying.</div><div> </div><div>It went from this </div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489002031746789266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd3XT7KT5qwE8JqNf-Sb5DkaR6aSiHf7UBdSNI5DBmMEm92Tzc4PVOOvnpm-Fvm3N9NX7B9TMY-QcBXNjt3W-3xWNn8P_Up4gShzwP7n7rIejA085PoGxxq-520p-vRURex7UxLl3MFlA/s400/P6011350.JPG" border="0" />to this baby!<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489002040147188818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixztVypE7Xq4AKI2iVOOW6bvC7jQoYRQLP8Tupb4DhqzgFaEcN0jGYYY0Xqy5e5e2oRhv4gC5JtxyTPqFsDqn2MQU13UHgoAl-nDQuYi23s4oMNflbLEey3gQAOmEkfu6XVBpmWIrOSUg/s400/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" />Oh yeah. This recipe you do not have to cook, did you hear me peoples you do not have to cook this. After we finished the jam we made homemade pizza with the homemade pizza crust we made earlier in the day. I made the pizza on the grill because it was to hot to turn on the oven. Yikes, pizza on the grill kicked my butt. It turned out great, but kicked my butt.</p><p>Not sure where all the domesticating is coming from. Today woke up and did yoga, made two loaves of homemade french bread which is rising as we speak, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">prepared</span> beef roast for sandwiches that we are having for dinner and stuck it in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">crock pot</span>, did two loads of laundry working on third, returned all emails, cleaned, dried and put away all dishes by hand (dishwasher is broken for two weeks, handyman said). Cleaned and prepared third floor guest suite for guests that are no longer coming, had seven cups of coffee. Which is probably why all things on list have been done so far. </p><p>Off to check on bread and make decorations for the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span>.</p><p>Martha Stewart eat your heart out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">sista</span>!<br /></p>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-83081341602142176862010-05-08T12:21:00.000-07:002010-05-08T12:46:53.649-07:00Flower PowerI have been a bit absent. I went up to the desert on a Church retreat. Our church has been planning the retreat for a year so it was so nice to see the fruits of our labor unfold. To see so many women blessed (180) of them. I arrived thinking we had Friday to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">our self</span> to relax and enjoy the resort. It did not turn out that way. It became a day of getting all last minute things put together. I went to bed that night with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">complaining</span> spirit. I did not like that side of myself. I really prayed that night that He would release me from all that negativity. He did, but not without some life lessons learned.<br /><br />What an amazing God I serve. He brings joy and light to me even when I don't deserve it. What an honor to serve Him .<br /><br />On another note I have been making flowers like crazy. Here is the latest necklace that I have for sale. I used vintage scarves and fabrics and some old vintage buttons of my grandmothers.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468984666228955010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeKOHh5XXRw5yul6xo9eQzUpQqyin2pNUSATkj0n1EgvJZf5aT6LmkVgcCNVdhlBklXPwp1VYcNpzQ5eWNkLDytM9IgjdILyA0_dNtF79NbqhI62eSdAr2R9nvQZw4LgQNT2TWh0CVEc/s400/necklace.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468984674499406546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkylPNWNer8eORzBM2ZZTRqlOYF9bEmGu8srv2WgsZTmRSQBXRDTN152R42kiDzekEF4kkfwVRbQN1EXCHgLJCSLIMy0Y_54PohFj2k8E36Ad0ziUCgq9GLqsyHXBZeqcRs4x5QYrKA-c/s400/necklace_2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>Will be adding this one to my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/westcoastnester">etsy</a></span> shop by Monday. If you are interested in getting your hands on this beauty before I list it shoot me an email @ <a href="mailto:westcoastnester@yahoo.com">westcoastnester@yahoo.com</a> It is on sale for $45. When it hits <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">etsy</span> it will be $55</p><p>Hope you enjoy every part of your weekend. Oh <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ya</span>, and Happy Mothers Day!</p><p><br /><br /></p>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-59054508575601706572010-04-28T13:47:00.000-07:002010-04-28T14:09:01.242-07:00Flowersand more flowers. That is what I have been up to.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465294968545240978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Fvgv3Pfm9QbTd5qs1dZzUFEhyhKLxKul1eXhlHZZYX2MzwYMIgwEJ_VgGlOtxgMYS2eoJg-CCb_E9mSO_DsKVnRsNctqMge-_7a2UUZkf2s5yAwww8Jenr99v2BPZfEHsFxgemrm5kI/s400/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" />so far total is seventeen. I am making them for the retreat team for our church. We will be wearing them this weekend up in Palm Springs for a weekend getaway<a href="http://www.lifeway.com/menu/201307/"> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Beth Moore</span></a> retreat. I am counting the days.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465294976631083170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWqZWPZe_YO_rCIs5v3-G361n3Q_iFotALl9cAbfZe99HnXTFGfbCMWZRk24EuNOm1jPbtHRPU837dPyfodrH_xvFDoffDeWUC3V5gmBIS8BmJ2VLo2mAKOmhLO-eL48YiQwN6SvevI54/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" />And these beautiful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lilacs</span> were given to me by a lovely lady on the ministry leaders team. I had a meeting at my home last night and she cut those from her tree. I have never had fresh lilacs in my house before. They smell just divine.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465294996482057362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3WRjUL9avCYLp4g7_rqBe7N0ct8BwctciAFyUPD1maIjaVDgjzuj2AzHvf7Sronn26C1ilC5qtmwyMHXCqtIEafte6t1qAodO1iEtaYL6qc10nmw72Z_adRTyVu75RAYmStch5D7yY0/s400/flower_teacup.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>And these pretties I picked on a hike yesterday. They were growing wild in the hills behind my house not sure what they are called but I love them. </p><p>Going to dinner at a friends tonight and then another last minute retreat meeting to wrap up all the loose ends. We have 180 women coming and I am so excited to be spending the weekend in fellowship with them. </p><p>Off to finish adding buttons to all the flowers. Wishing you all could join me. I could really use the help.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-43695033061786364092010-04-22T15:19:00.000-07:002010-04-22T15:40:45.998-07:00WarningSo what do you do when you spend all morning mopping very dirty hardwood floors and then run to drop the kids off at school. When you get back your husband tells you that while he was on a work call he left the back door open to let the cat out, while he was on said business call the cat <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">caught</span> a mouse, then brought it into the house then the dog saw it. Who went <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">banana's</span> running in and out of the house through the mud trying to catch the cat, who had the mouse in the house. All the while getting mud all over the freshly cleaned hard wood floors.<br /><br />So here I now sit with very muddy floors and a couple of these that I picked up. I am not I repeat am not cleaning the floors <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">again</span> today, I am however going to shove not one but maybe even two of these bad boys into my mouth so that it keeps me from saying a few choice words to my husband.<br /><br /><br /><br />Caution drooling ahead.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://go2.wordpress.com/?id=725X1342&site=sparklemag.wordpress.com&url=http%3A%2F%2Fsparklemag.files.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F05%2Fmeat_cupcakes33.jpg&sref=http%3A%2F%2Fsparklemag.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F05%2F19%2Fis-it-dessert-or-dinner%2F" /><img class="SbNotScrapable" height="373" alt="Rose Petal Cupcakes" src="http://www.womansday.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/wd2/recipes/rose-petal-cupcakes/202736-1-eng-US/rose-petal-cupcakes_slideshow_image.jpg" width="320" /><img height="200" alt="" src="http://www.thebachelorettepad.com/images/upload/Karas%20Cupcakes.jpg" width="300" /><img src="http://www.twelve22.org/images/sprinklecupcake.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img alt="Strawberry Cupcakes" src="http://www.vikingrange.com/MEDIA_CustomProductCatalog/m460101_StrawberryCupcakesandCreamCheese-Frosting.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>I am going to stop talking now.</p>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-18134532005159663432010-04-14T10:06:00.000-07:002010-04-14T10:12:28.217-07:00dreamingToday I am just dreaming a little, here is what is on my mind<br /><br /><img title="House decorating natural beauty - Kitchen" height="360" alt="House decorating natural beauty - Kitchen" src="http://nskwood.net/photo/Natural_Beauty_house_mk4.jpg" width="460" border="0" /><br />Isn't that kitchen fabulous.<br /><br /><img title="House decorating natural beauty - Breakfast Room" height="460" alt="House decorating natural beauty - Breakfast Room" src="http://nskwood.net/photo/Natural_Beauty_house_mk5.jpg" width="360" border="0" /><br />If my dining room looked like that, I would totally invite you over.<br /><br /><img title="House decorating natural beauty - Bay Window" height="460" alt="House decorating natural beauty - Bay Window" src="http://nskwood.net/photo/Natural_Beauty_house_mk6.jpg" width="360" border="0" /><br />Sigh..... nap time, don't ya think?<br /><br /><img title="House decorating natural beauty - Cabinet" height="460" alt="House decorating natural beauty - Cabinet" src="http://nskwood.net/photo/Natural_Beauty_house_mk8.jpg" width="360" border="0" /><br />My weakness, white dishes!<br /><br /><img title="House decorating natural beauty - Mercury Glass Collection" height="460" alt="House decorating natural beauty - Mercury Glass Collection" src="http://nskwood.net/photo/Natural_Beauty_house_mk9.jpg" width="360" border="0" /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shazame</span>, really, I mean look at those.<br /><br /><img title="House decorating natural beauty - Guest Bedroom" height="460" alt="House decorating natural beauty - Guest Bedroom" src="http://nskwood.net/photo/Natural_Beauty_house_mk10.jpg" width="360" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">All photos from </span><a href="http://http//nskwood.net/"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a><br /><br />What are you dreaming of?Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-89708412828942885642010-04-12T11:11:00.000-07:002010-04-12T11:22:06.700-07:00my favorite placeThis is the place that I dream of in the morning, and crave in the afternoon. It brings me great delight and joy to my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">taste buds</span> morning, noon and night. Without further anticipation my favorite place<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459316682205667730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVfrpXVtwr2PhFxM0NriIRn3ZRo4lX072SXdunVjjsJDn7TE3pf0CovMPrCpD0xgVH9V3SmHshrcOul7XdKmhsWAt28D-xAXcKFqvb1jwReWBmHQt9rMWgAjLHVj4VLrD96c8PMP9J2dQ/s400/IMG_2804.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459316702190349170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnD7xrYv_mxyUm-5NP9knF-A8ZEPtTZqL2gst8UJijon4fqo6T5_YwLi0yWbW2zLZ65s2QHRYTPh1blbSwKRp7lj4PClFloFjSb6kMqoETu9g041vTULsfMSmbSt5aMlG8plNLX8_gAQ/s400/IMG_2808.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>My coffee nook. Can you smell it. She makes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fabulous</span> lattes, iced or hot, a great cup of hot coffee with a strange <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Italian</span> froth on every cup. She had me at hello....... on my way to brew another cup. And don't say a word about the dead plant in the back, I seem to do that to anything green in this place.</p><p>Happy Monday!</p>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-6213344790747203982010-04-06T08:56:00.000-07:002010-04-06T09:11:02.106-07:00Rocked and rolled for EasterWhat a beautiful Easter and spring break we are having here in So cal. I am feeling the spring cleaning bug. However it never lasts for long. I get all clean crazy for about an hour or two and then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">caput</span>. I am over it. So I brew another latte and wait for the caffeine high to hit.<br /><br />You got to love living in So cal. You never know when a good old earthquake is gonna scare the CRAP out of you. Nothing like a good old adrenaline rush while you are trying to shove down another slice of ham. I actually thought I had to much champagne and could not figure out why I could not stop swaying and feeling so dizzy. Until I heard my mother yell EARTHQUAKE! I grab my kids and run outside and you could actually see the earth rolling and could hear the house making a creaking sound. So when it finally ends we all head back inside to scarf down another helping of scalloped potatoes. Good times, I tell you, Good times. Growing up with earthquakes does not make you used to them, they still scare the crap right out of me.<br /><br />Anyway, the weather is starting to call me to the outdoors. This is what I am dreaming my yard will look like one day.<br /><img id="fb_image" style="LEFT: 44px; TOP: -55px" src="http://www.housebeautiful.com/cm/housebeautiful/images/1-garden-xlg-70096817.jpg" /><br />or how about this one<br /><img id="fb_image" style="LEFT: 44px; TOP: -55px" src="http://www.housebeautiful.com/cm/housebeautiful/images/mR/norris-0210-7-de.jpg" /><br />Now this one is possible<br /><img id="fb_image" style="LEFT: 44px; TOP: -55px" src="http://www.housebeautiful.com/cm/housebeautiful/images/7-lyonpalm-0509-xlg-28904793.jpg" /><br /><img id="fb_image" style="LEFT: 44px; TOP: -55px" src="http://www.housebeautiful.com/cm/housebeautiful/images/patio-1-0307-xlg.jpg" /><br />I am dreaming of a mint julep on this porch.<br />I have never actually had a mint julep come to think of it.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ok</span>, done dreaming and back to the grind of my Tuesday.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pictures courtesy of House <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Beautiful</span></span>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067860609889606955.post-19121630412766780682010-03-30T15:26:00.000-07:002010-04-06T10:11:14.507-07:00A day offYesterday, I had it all planned out. Work, clean toilets, mop floor. Then my girlfriend who has just started radiation <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tx</span> for breast cancer called and said lets take the kids and go to the beach. Well how do you say no to that. I knew she did not feel all that great but it is really important for her to give her kids memories. She talks about it all the time. I need to make sure they have lots of memories.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sitting in the sand and watching the kids run in and out of the water. I could have watched them all day. I could here my daughter screaming with laughter every time a wave hit her a little higher on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">stomach</span>. Man, how I can lose sight of the little moments that make such good memories. It is easy to lose those moments in the ho-hum of every day. Like cleaning toilets and mopping floors. I am not a spontaneous person, I plan my day down to the wire. So it took a friend going through a difficult season of life to remind how important it is to create memories of my own. That the toilets can wait, because you never know when life is going to throw you a curve ball.<br /><br /><img alt="Take a Fresh Approach: Scatter several small items, instead of one large centerpiece, down the length of your table. Keep conversation flowing by choosing shorter arrangements that guest can easily see over." src="http://img4.coastalliving.com/i/2009/02/cvrtry_01a-l.jpg?400:400" /><img alt="White couches in this open-air living room open up to amazing view of the ocean." src="http://img4.coastalliving.com/i/2009/07/faveroom-1-l.jpg?400:400" /><img alt="Open deck sits right next to the sea with chairs facing the view" src="http://img4.coastalliving.com/i/2009/07/faveroom-2-l.jpg?400:400" /><img alt="Cream beach umbrellas surround teak furniture on an open patio next to the beach" src="http://img4.coastalliving.com/i/2009/07/faveroom-3-l.jpg?400:400" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">All pictures from Coastal Living</span><br /><br />Thought I would give you all a tease of what a beautiful day on the coast it was yesterday.<br /><br />Well on another note, the winner for my flower necklace giveaway was announced <a href="http://theshabbychiccottage.net/">here</a><br />Congratulations Stephanie from <a href="http://decoratingaddict.blogspot.com/">Decorating addiction</a> . I can't wait to see you wear it.<br /><br />Thank you for letting letting me unwrap a little piece of my heart today.<br /><br />Linking to: Tuesday's Unwrapped at <a href="http://www.chattingatthesky.com/">http://www.chattingatthesky.com/</a>Bohemian chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09636413225300710688noreply@blogger.com2