 I was given this thoughtful blog award by Pug Notes. Thanks girl! Now I pass it onto fellow bear artists Pam and Linda.
I was given this thoughtful blog award by Pug Notes. Thanks girl! Now I pass it onto fellow bear artists Pam and Linda.Hugs to everyone who pops by to say hello and for all your comments, I love hearing from you! Have a fantastic Friday!
 It's been a long time between cleaning up my work spaces! All the shuffle of papers, notepads, mohair clippings, loose threads, disorganized supplies has finally been dealt with. Well, only on the table tops so far. The shelves and bins is another day!
It's been a long time between cleaning up my work spaces! All the shuffle of papers, notepads, mohair clippings, loose threads, disorganized supplies has finally been dealt with. Well, only on the table tops so far. The shelves and bins is another day! My sewing table is so tidy, I almost don't want to mess it up  ;0) But what better way to begin new projects. I'm working on *new* *new* *new* little somethings that I don't want to give it away just yet. By end of August (ooh, that's soon!) I will make the big reveal! Well, I best be getting back to the sewing. Have a lovely Tuesday (^_^)
My sewing table is so tidy, I almost don't want to mess it up  ;0) But what better way to begin new projects. I'm working on *new* *new* *new* little somethings that I don't want to give it away just yet. By end of August (ooh, that's soon!) I will make the big reveal! Well, I best be getting back to the sewing. Have a lovely Tuesday (^_^)

"Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…"
– Author Unknown
 ~ xoxo ~

 Mr. Bobbs: a teensy 3 3/4" tall, 2 kinds of hand dyed blue mohair, excelsior/ polyfil, 5 way jointed,  precious handpainted glass eyes, waxed nose on muzzle, fun striped shirt made from very old feedsack cotton. One of a kind. $189 SOLD
Mr. Bobbs: a teensy 3 3/4" tall, 2 kinds of hand dyed blue mohair, excelsior/ polyfil, 5 way jointed,  precious handpainted glass eyes, waxed nose on muzzle, fun striped shirt made from very old feedsack cotton. One of a kind. $189 SOLD  In the quiet, early morning hours of Rosa's final day, a mourning dove was cooing very close to our bedroom window where she lay. Usually I hear the doves in the nearby distance, but on that morning it seemed to be right outside our window, as if calling to her.  And it cooed for a long long while, with it's melancholy song. The following day, I looked up and saw three mourning doves perched high on a wire above our backyard, taking in the warmth of the sun. They were simply living for the moment, as all animals do. The trio of doves looked to me like my three beloved departed cats, with little Rosa being the smallest dove in the middle. Watching them, apart from my grief, I felt everything was as it should be. It was a new day, and every day is a gift.
In the quiet, early morning hours of Rosa's final day, a mourning dove was cooing very close to our bedroom window where she lay. Usually I hear the doves in the nearby distance, but on that morning it seemed to be right outside our window, as if calling to her.  And it cooed for a long long while, with it's melancholy song. The following day, I looked up and saw three mourning doves perched high on a wire above our backyard, taking in the warmth of the sun. They were simply living for the moment, as all animals do. The trio of doves looked to me like my three beloved departed cats, with little Rosa being the smallest dove in the middle. Watching them, apart from my grief, I felt everything was as it should be. It was a new day, and every day is a gift.