Anticipation

My new camera is supposed to be delivered today! I am so excited! I have waited forever for this camera. Not only will it help with taking pictures of my items, I hope to further my photography.

Featured EtsyBlogger

This months featured blogger is StoryBeader.

I am not much of a jewelry person, I tend to keep to my earring's and sometimes a handmade necklace. What I really thought was neat about this shop is that each piece comes with a haiku. Very original.

Here are some items that I liked:

fancy jasper caboch...
storybeader
$27.00

painted heart keyri...
storybeader
$15.00

Preschool Totes

Silly me! I volunteered to "make" canvas bags for my son's preschool class. They are not allowed to have book bags this year, so they were bringing home their blankets and sheets in tattered paper bags and occasionally, plastic bags. The bags were pre-made, all I had to do was make stencils and paint the names. Not that bad, except for the fact that his teacher had asked for them and I wasn't done so I had to enlist my husband's help. Honestly, I was afraid at first that he would be careless. It turns out that he done better than me! Since I am a sore loser, I say that it's because he occasionally cuts vinyl at work. They turned out pretty good. I discovered that canvas does bleed a tiny bit.

In Honour of Veterans Day

I was wanting to do something special for Veterans Day, or as I like to call it: Remembrance Day (since I am Canadian after all). I am planing on making some poppies for us to wear that day. There is a veteran who holds a special place in our hearts, Wiser Lee Shaw. Better known as Bill Shaw, or "Uncle Bill" to Brandon. He was in the navy during WWII. He served on USS Mack (DE 358). He told us many interesting stories, from "Banana Milkshakes", "Growing Coconuts, and drinking "green" beer and torpedo juice with Matthew. Unfortunately, he has passed away. I only wish that he could have met our son.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— Liet.-Col. John McCrae