Tag Archives: Accessories

God’s Fingerprints

Every person’s fingerprint is unique. Not even identical twins have the same fingerprints, as a matter of fact, no two fingerprints have ever been found to be identical….

A tented arch fingerprint pattern.

Unique. Original just to you. Identifiable.

I look at the frog (or toad?) that is on my front porch. He has a pretty gray on gray pattern.

I stare at the cotton puff clouds, swirling against the azure blue of the sky.

Did you know, that if you look closely, dogs noses have little pores or bumps all over them?

My rooster’s tail(s) are getting the most beautiful emerald green feathers.

I breathe without thinking about it.

My heart never misses a beat…for all the days of my life.

The sunrise splashes pinks and purples across the early morning sky. The colors, breathtaking.

********************************************************

My husband and I have had this conversation many times. If scientists can find a piece of pottery that has been buried for centuries, and know that it was created by a human, and not just by a weird mistake, why can’t we look at all that is around us…..and know? Understand that all the creations point directly to a Creator. That all these miracles did not happen by accident. They are not here because of a big bang. The creations are far too intricate, to be nonchalant.

Know that God‘s fingerprints are on everything.

He alone is the Master Creator. His creativity and intellect know no bounds.

For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works,which God prepared in advance for us to do. Ephesians 2:10 NIV

**************************

Thankful today for:

* singing birds in brilliant colors

* ice cubes in my drink on a hot day

* a slow morning

* sweet smelling candles

* walking the dog in my pajamas

* freshly mowed yard

* watering and waiting for flowers to grow

* another day

* God who creates in technicolor glory

Related articles

Because I’ve Got Vision…That’s Why

Taken at a Chicagoland Flea Market. Rosemont, ...

Image via Wikipedia


I bought this fireplace cover years ago at a local flea market in Tennessee. I didn’t have a fireplace, but I did not let that stop me. Details. Details.  I enjoy metal work and this was interesting to me. I took it home and actually hung it on the wall, with some of my other architectural style salvage. I was going for a kind of industrial, eclectic, shabby chic decor. I am all about repurposing objects. My husband does not understand this at all. So…..I did not hang it up when we moved to our new house. My poor fireplace cover has been setting forlornly in the corner. All alone.

I think he needs to be repurposed (my fireplace cover, not my husband). I tend to call my flea market items “he” or “she”. I don’t know why. I’m just weird that way. (chunky metal objects, things with rough edges are definitely “he”, and pastel colors and vintage floral prints are unmistakeable “she”. Understand?)

I have been looking at the cover….and plotting…..er…. I mean thinking. I’m considering painting it a lighter, brighter color. I could use it as a memo board or a place to tuck pictures. It would make a great headboard for a twin bed. (which I currently do not have) It is metal, so it has weight…but, is not terribly heavy. The two side pieces bend back, so it can set up independently….or it can lay flat.

Do any of my crafty readers have ideas?

Related articles

The Perfect Moment

The Beautiful Life

Image via Wikipedia

Some days are better than others. Sometimes I feel as if life is flying by and I’m left standing there in the middle of the living room–wondering what in the world just happened. I’m sure you’ve all had days like that. Right?

On some evenings when everything is going as planned it is a beautiful moment to me. A lull in the storms of life. I have a wonderful dinner in the oven, the snow is falling gently outside, the light from the candles I keep in my front windows spills out onto the snowy ground, the kids are quietly working, my husband and I share a joke, I have everything checked off of my to do list for the day, I finally have time to just sit back and relax…..a beautiful moment in time….when everything is perfect.

If you are anything like me, you love those moments. They might be few and far between, but when they happen…well…they are just beautiful.

Related Articles

Flash Freeze

Hat & Mittens

Today’s high is supposed to be 22 degrees. Last night the wind chill temp. was at 0 to -8. That is a bit nippy. Unless one is used to living in Siberia…than maybe not so much. Still. Cold.

1. The snow looks pretty on the ground.

2. Snow doesn’t feel so pretty when it gets in one’s boots.

3. The wind is blowing.

4. Blowing hard.

5. There is no chance of having a hairstyle in this wind.

6. If I go anywhere I usually look like cousin It, by the time I get to where I’m going.

7. Cousin It was not known for his beauty.

8. I need to dig out my scarf collection.

9. Maybe I can start a new trend.

10. Wearing all the scarves I own AT ONCE.

11. I’m all about being toasty.

12. Maybe a little weird, but a warm weird.

13. I hear that this winter is to have extremely low temps.

14. So much to look forward too!

15. I actually like winter.

16. When I don’t have to be outside.

17. It’s all in one’s perspective.

18. Right?

19. Time for some hot coffee.

20. How come in the movies ,or on commercials, the girls always look so cute in their hats, scarves and mittens?

22. They never look windblown or disheveled.

23. Or have a red nose, or chapped hands.

24. So not fair.

25. Now where did I stash my scarves?

Related Articles

Spring Is Supposedly Just Around The Corner

http://anfepic.co.nr/

Image via Wikipedia

Spring is supposed to just be around the corner. I’ll believe it when I see it.  It’s true the past couple of days have been sunny….and some of our snow has finally melted but, now our driveway resembles something one would see in the swamp land of Louisiana. The other day I was in mud up to my armpits. Okay, so fine. That was a lie. BUT it is very muddy! I refuse to wear my nice (still brand new) tennis shoes I received from my mom as a Christmas present. I don’t want them to be muddy and cruddy the second I have to walk to the van in our driveway. I guess I will finally wear my Christmas present sometime in early May. In the meantime I’m wearing boots. Rugged boots. Boots that can survive the mud.

Speaking of boots and mud. A few days ago my husband and I were moving our (borrowed) refrigerator out of our kitchen and down our walkway to the trailer. The trailer that we were using to haul the refrigerator back to its original home. We got a new refrigerator to put in its place. So anyway, the husband and I were moving this refrigerator. If you’ve ever moved a refrigerator, you know it is awkward and bulky and well just plain hard. We got it through the laundry room door and down the steps. Then we had to maneuver it down the walking stone path to the driveway. Did I mention it is muddy here? The dolly wheels were sinking fast. I’m pulling, my husband is pushing. I kept having glimpses of ultimate refrigerator peril. My boot got stuck in the mud. As the refrigerator is bearing down on me….I went to move my foot and the boot stayed put….in the mud. Aggghhh!  So, now I am hopping around on one foot, trying to keep the refrigerator on track. (thinking what a sad thought my untimely “crushed under a heavy appliance” death would cause my family.)  My husband can’t really see me because he is on the other side of the refrigerator, trying to hold it steady. Such is the scenario. I manage to get my foot back in the boot without too much of a problem and yank it out of the mud with a big “gooosh” sound. Remember, I said to think of back country Louisiana swamp land.

After this fiasco we did manage to get the hulking monstrosity onto the trailer….but only after hubby is pushing up the incline ramp and I’m pulling and almost fell over backward off the side of the trailer. That would have been so pretty.

Related Articles