Thursday, February 21, 2013

All the World’s a Stage

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This may be, perhaps, the most fun I’ve had with any project I’ve ever made…

From it’s tippy top--

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--to it’s bitty bottom--

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…this was just plain, old fun for me to make!

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“All the World’s a Stage”, it says; a well-known phrase taken from the Bard himself…

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…and these little sweeties, “merely players”, as the line goes on…

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I think you all know, by now, that I have quite a little crush on these Frozen Charlotte dolls—whether whole or broken—even if it’s just a lovely little head—I love them all!

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The little girls asked to  have the spotlight for a moment so you could see how unique each of them are…

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…subtle differences in each one.  Each little dancer has her very own sparkly personality…

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It’s hard not to sparkle when you’re wearing a crystal rhinestone tiara, after all!

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All a little different--but this one, slightly more flawed and slightly less defined than the other two girls—is my favorite, I think.  She’s just perfect in my eyes…

All the world’s a stage…

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…and I had so much fun with this one!  {Take a bow, girls!}

See you soon with something new.

Julie

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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Sit & Think

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After a very busy couple of weeks, I’m enjoying some quiet time today…

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…a little time to sit and think, reflecting on things that are important to me…

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A few journal pages to share about those very things—quiet things.  Funny, they all seem to be done in similar colors, now that I look at them together like this…

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…perhaps, to me, these are the colors of reflection…

Wishing you time to sit & think--

Julie

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Forget Me Not

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The little book in the antique shop grabbed me. 

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Picking it up and turning carefully through it’s pages, I fell in love…

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…not just with the book itself, but the meaning and history behind it.

The carrying around of a book to capture—in an instant—the hand of a friend.  The thoughts of a loved one.  A moment in time, never to be repeated…

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The plea of a girl to those she would, through the years, hand the little book to:

“To my Friends

I ask not gold, clear red like flame

Or Jewels, or lace or velvet fine

I only ask a thought, a name

A verse or loving line.

So shall I gain, yet you confess,

Your riches have grown more the less.

                                                    Elva”

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From 1889 to 1897, the writing—the hand—of friends and family was captured by Elva on pages now colored by time…

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Bits of beautiful, old German scrap graces some of the pages…

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…did you notice the forget-me-nots in these sweet images?  So did I.

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Just a few of it’s pages shared with you today…a by-gone tradition to be savored in a day when it seems we barely share our handwriting with others any more…

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…a few strokes of the keys on computer or cell phone…messages of love left, of course-- but a lack of that personal touch, I think…our hand………

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A reminder to leave more behind me than cyber messages on digital pages.  Something tangible.  Something me.  Something touched  by my hand

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