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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

What I Love About My Holiday House.....


Welcome to Quill Cottage where we are enjoying an old fashioned country Christmas! I'm glad the gate was opened when you arrived, even though the pine cones were closed due to our wet weather!.....




The greeting is painted on an old board from my Grandmother's kitchen table. If you were to look closely, you would see knife marks where she, my mother and her sisters prepared food.

I trust the angels ushered you through the arbor and up the walkway....
I made these two lovelies a few years ago out of some old tomato cages, garland and a vine ball and swag. She is embellished with twig arms, garland, white twinkle lights, silk flowers and golden wired ribbon! I hope my wreath gave you a glad greeting and tickled your nose with the smell of fresh cut Christmas greens..... Come in and warm yourself by the fire.....
I am so glad your here! Won't you join me for a cup of tea or do you prefer coffee or maybe some cocoa? Perhaps we can be a bit naughty and indulge in some homemade fudge!
Why thank you for noticing my Christmas decor. I love this season, so festive and so meaningful. I've always thought that celebrating Christmas is a wonderful way to close out the old year and to usher in the new one. This year I decorated with my 19 month old grandson in mind. All the ornaments on our memory tree are totally touchable. Almost all of them are hand made of wood or fabric, take a peek.....
I did reserve a few areas that are more adult in taste, such as the area above the sofa and the hall table. My husband built the shelves above the sofa for me last year for Christmas. I saw them in a Southern Living decorating magazine and loved them. This year they house our Nativity, an angel my husband gave me for our nineteenth wedding anniversary, and a few items I handcrafted..... In the hall I displayed a pink poinsettia, some garland, and my favorite Willow Tree Angel, a gift from a friend, and some delicious vanilla candles. We use the decorative iron pieces to display our Christmas cards by simply placing a magnet inside the card to attach it..... Oh, so you noticed my teeny tiny tucked away Nativity! I have had this since I was a child, it was my very own Nativity and I always sat it on my dresser..... Come on into the kitchen while I refresh our cups. Oh, you love that china pattern too? Yes, I'm still working on the dining nook, I have not had time to set a proper table but I did have time to put up a few things. I inherited the china from my Great Aunt Sylvia, it is the Old Moss Rose pattern and was made by Ballerina. I almost always choose to use this particular set at Christmas..... The angel hanging at the window? She was an unpainted yard sale find and I painted her folk art style many years ago, she always celebrates Christmas with us in one place or another around the house. Her crumpled horn is result of a bit too much Christmas cheer from my children but we love her just as Christ loves us, imperfections and all.....
I went really traditional in here, red and green, Santa, candy canes, reindeer, and gingerbread men with lots of fresh cut greenery! I wanted something cheerful and delightful to a child's eye (and mine!) Even the pot rack got a touch of Christmas. My daughter loves to use those huge hand made copper cookie cutters each year.....
My green upper cupboards do fit in with the season nicely don't they? I added a touch of red and green by using doilies, most of which were made for me by a very dear friend....
Clever window treatment don't you think? I got this linen piece at a flea market and it too has traveled all over the house from year to year. This year I simply stitched a rod pocket with some embroidery floss and hung it on a tension rod. Below it rests another family favorite, the tiny plastic Nativity scene. I purchased this when my son was quite small so he could have a touchable scene. The year my daughter was three she became fascinated with the little baby Jesus. She took him everywhere she went and told every passerby that she had baby Jesus in her pocket. I prayed that some day he would be safely tucked into her heart, and he is..... The Santa mugs are just a fun touch, the one on the bottom in the middle was mine when I was little. Every year my mom would take it down for the month of December only and she would make me hot cocoa, not the kind from a package but the real cooked kind, and serve me cinnamon toast for breakfast, what a feast!..... The wreath and apron on my pantry door are two of my favorites. The wreath holds some of my cookie cutter collection and tucked into the pocket of my vintage apron is a little gingerbread man that my daughter-in-love gave me.....
I just love this area, it was built from what used to be a closet that housed our washer and dryer, still does, they are tucked under the counter top! There is a story behind this remodel, but I will save that for another visit. I wanted this area to look a bit like a candy store at Christmas....



This area is full of Christmas cheer, fond memories, and beloved pieces of Christmas past. By the weekend it will be filled with home made goodness in all manner of sweets and treats! The linen piece on the top shelf and the burlap ball tree were my mother-in-law's. The two sawdust stuffed leather reindeer were mine as a child. The tiny wooden shoes, the nesting Santa's, and the iron and clay gingerbread man were gifts from friends. The painted barn wood Santa was a gift also, he is painted on wood that is over 100 years old! That cute glittery Santa holding the bottle brush tree is a recent addition, the little guy followed me home from the flea market last weekend, so I kept him!.....Let me show you our other tress and then we will sit an visit awhile. My daughter claimed the aluminum tree this year. This tree, the color wheel, and most of its ornaments were purchased by my parents on their very first Christmas together back in 1960. My mom gave this to my husband as a gift one year because he had such fond memories of the one his family had. We chose to tuck it away in our daughter's room so that it could be shut away from the hands of tiny grandson as the tree and its ornaments are very fragile. The tree topper is an old Christmas corsage that was found at a flea market last year.....


And last but not least is the tree I chose for my room. I used only the top section of our four foot off white tree and put it in a shabby tin in floral foam. I added some ivy to the base and decided to create a frosty feathery bird filled creation. I added tons of white twinkle lights and scattered them across my hand painted dresser and covered them with an old crochet table cloth. I added more ambient light by using the silver candle shields and flanked them by my two angel friends, Hope and Joy. I can't remember a time without these two at Christmas. I am told that one of my Grandmothers gave them to me on my first and second Christmas'......
I added iridescent beaded garland and bows to the wee tree, as well as a few glittery colorful glass ball ornaments. If you look closely you will see some lovely delicate snowflakes, these were all tatted by one of my dearest friends. She gives me a new one every year! I also added various little birds, some old and a couple of new ones and then the feathery goodness came in. I bought a bag of feathers at a local craft store and poked them into the tree and topped it off with a pink jeweled bird!
Why do I love my holiday house you ask? Because it fills my heart with joy and blessing at all the fond memories it brings. I love my holiday house because it is where love lives, sorrows are shared, laughter abounds, and a family is built. I love my holiday house simply because it is home.

I am sorry you must leave so soon but I know you have much holiday cheer to spread and visits to make. Thank You, Karla, for hosting this event!

Leave a comment to sign up for a Christmas give away! Tune in tomorrow to view the goodies and see who the winners are! (Yes, there will be more than one!) The goodies will go in the mail on Friday.

Christmas Blessings,

Miss Sandy

P.S. May each of your homes be filled with the Christmas Spirit where love abounds, peace, joy, and happiness reign.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Miss Sandy's Chris"Miss" Adventures, Part 2.....

One of my favorite things to do around Christmas time is to bake and decorate cookies. My children loved this activity and we always tried to do this the day after they were out of school for Christmas vacation. On the night before their vacation break began we would check over our cookie making supplies and see if anything was needed. My darling daughter declared that there were just not enough "prinkles" to suit her sugar lovin', sparkly sprinkler-self and could I please get some more. She wanted the shiny round silver ones, lots of crunchy red and green sugar ones, the teeny tiny dot ones in all the rainbow colors, and could we please have some chocolate ones too? I assured her that we would indeed have plenty of sprinkles. (I never should have said that!) The next morning as I drove my children to school the self-proclaimed Sprinkle Queen gave me royal orders not to forget the sprinkles, "Or else, off with your head!" I'm thinking, "OK, no more Alice in Wonderland for her. I can see which character she is identifying with!"
I see them off the their classes and then I am headed back home to get some last minute wrapping and cleaning done. I should have gone to the store right then but I thought I'd do that on the way back to town to pick them up. I didn't give it another thought and went home. The day seemed to fly by and I happened to glance up at the clock and realized that if I were going to stop at the store on my way to the school that I'd better leave right then. I grabbed my purse and keys and zipped out the door. Well, you know when you are in a hurry you are bound to be slowed down? That is just what happened. We live outside city limits in a semi-rural area where there is farm land and many in our area raise cattle, both of which necessitate the use of tractors.
I rounded a curve on a double yellow lined two lane road only to encounter a wizened little straw hatted gentleman hunkered down in his coat and I swear he had to have been asleep. The tractor was geared so low that it barely crept along. I was sorely tempted to pass him but this road is well patrolled and as sure as I did I'd encounter Billy Bob or Bubba and probably be the most excitement either one had seen all day and they'd make a grand show of giving this little darlin' (his words, not mine!) here a big fat ticket for passing on a double "yeller" (his word, not mine) line. I ended up gritting my teeth and breathing out a prayer of patience. Someday I was going to be old and slow and some young whipper snapper was gonna' wanna' run over me in their big red SUV if I was not careful. Finally, miracle of miracles, he turned off and I actually got up to the speed limit for about all of ten seconds.
Two large dogs were playing tag in a yard when they darted into the road. I slowed down and blew my horn which had no effect on the rollicking pair. I rolled down my window and yelled at them, blew my horn some more, and they stopped.....in the middle of my lane! I wanted to go around but I just knew Billy Bob or his brother Bubba were lurking about and this time it'd be a ticket for driving on the wrong side of the road, passing on a double "yeller" line (even if it was only dogs I was passing!), and reckless endangerment of an animal! Finally after a few false stops and starts I got past the dueling duo and was on my way once again. By this time I was getting anxious and mentally calculating if I still had enough time. I decided I did and I plotted out my route through the store. I only need a few items, milk, bread, fruit snacks, and cookie sprinkles. Luckily the store I was going to had the milk, bread, and fruit snacks all on the same isle and then I could head over to the sprinkles and then to the check out stand. I just hoped and prayed it was not senior day or double coupon day both of which would slow me down. Again, I had to pray and remind myself that I too would be old and slow one day and on a fixed income pinching pennies and I too would need those double coupon days! I finally arrived at the store with ten minutes until pickup time. I was still in a safe time zone IF all went well in the store.

I jogged into the store, grabbed a buggy, plopped my purse into the baby seat, and barreled forward, hooking a sharp right to the far end of the store and making a quick left while simultaneously grabbing two boxes of fruit snacks without missing a beat. I hit the end of the isle and got the milk, swinging around the other end headed for the bread. That is when I thought I got a miracle. What to my wondering eyes should appear but a buggy full of sprinkles - yeah! Christmas cheer! I got the bread and pulled my buggy out of the narrow isle to let another patron go by and began to quickly dig through the buggy full of sprinkles for the requested ones. This is one time I wanted to obey the command of the Sprinkle Queen and give her hearts desire. I got what I needed and was just about to to go to the checkout counter when I got distracted as another display caught my eye and it triggered my memory that I did need something else, orange juice. "No problem", I think," I'll go back down the isle where the milk is located and grab the juice and then I'm home free!" I check the time, "Yikes! I've gotta get out of here!", I think to myself.
I grab the buggy and practically sprint to the checkout counter, looking at the huge clock over the customer service area the whole time I am unloading the buggy as quickly as I can while my brain is totally focused on time, how many stop lights there are between the store and the school, and will I make it on time. I'm praying again, "Oh Lord, please don't let me hit any red ones." I am brought out of my little revelry by the checkout clerk as she clears her throat and says, "Ma'am if you don't mind my askin', exactly WHAT are you going to do with ALL these sprinkles?" I looked at her like she was crazy and I'm thinking, "Well, I'm gonna bake cookies, what else?" And then I looked at the conveyor belt, the bag boy, the checker, what I held in my hand, and then down to the buggy. I wish I could have seen the shock that must have registered on my face! Rolling down the belt were BOTTLES of sprinkles, the bag boy was sacking BOTTLES of sprinkles, the checker was holding a BOTTLE of sprinkles, and the buggy I was unloading was FULL of BOTTLES of sprinkles. When I came back with the juice I'd been in such a hurry that I'd plopped it on top of the buggy which was being used to display the sprinkles! I sort of gurgled and stammered and said, "This is NOT my buggy!" I realized that my buggy was still where I left it. Not only was my buggy still where I left it but so was my purse! I hastily told her to remove the charges for all those sprinkles and I'd be right back. With burning cheeks I pushed the sprinkle buggy back, all the time wondering if I would even have a purse when I got back to where I had left it. Much to my relief there sat my buggy calmly waiting for me to claim it and my purse and all its contents were there also.

Shame faced and sheepishly I returned to the checkout counter and unloaded my meager fare with the correct amount of sprinkles, one bottle of red and one bottle of green sugar crunchy sprinkles, one bottle of shiny round silver ones, one bottle of teeny tiny dots in rainbow colors, and one bottle of chocolate ones. The clerk and the bag boy straightened up and tried to contain their laughter at the crazy sprinkle lady. I ended up only being a few minutes late in picking up my children and I earned a reputation and the nickname of "Sprinkle Lady" at that store.
How, you say, can you push an entire buggy load of sprinkles and unload them in rapid succession without noticing what you are doing? Well, you have to be Miss Sandy and then you would know that I could give the Absent Minded Professor a real run for his money! For quite a few years after this happened I would receive bottles of sprinkles in my stocking, cookies with sprinkles on them were given to me, and another Christmas legend in our family was born.

Christmas Laughter,

Miss Sandy

P. S. May your holiday be filled with sprinkles of laughter, fun, and good cheer!

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Miss Sandy's Chris"miss" Adventures, Part 1.....

Dear readers, one thing one must not do is leave Miss Sandy unattended for very long because if this happens she will inadvertently get into some kind of scrape or have some outlandish adventure. I am notorious for these little adventures around Christmas time. These stories have become legend in our family and are told and retold at all the family gatherings. Truth be told mostly these things happen to me because I am not paying attention or in a hurry and some are just destined to be. My daughter actually loves to be along on these little "Adventures" as she calls them. You know it is bad when the daughter warns the mother as she leaves the house not to get into any scrapes. Only sometimes I don't even have to leave the house, like the time when my son was five years old....
It was cold winter evening a couple of weeks before Christmas. My husband was working late this particular evening, so I made my son and I an early dinner and got bath time out of the way. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer was coming on television and I thought I'd take advantage of that hour to wrap some Christmas gifts. I made my tiny son a soft blanket nest on the couch and turned on Rudolph.
I was merrily wrapping presents when I noticed I needed a couple of garment boxes. I knew I had a few extra ones in my Christmas wrap storage bin so I thought I'd just pop up and get them. I pulled down that attic stairs, which were located in the hallway, flicked on the light, and climbed up. Now only half of this attic was floored but that was a no-brainer because the other half was very visibly just ceiling joists and insulation. Everything we had stored up there was obviously on the floored side. I located the storage bin but it had been pushed up under the eve so I had to step out further than normal to get it. No problem, only when I backed up something underfoot snapped, gravity suddenly took hold and I found myself hanging by my arm pits! From my arm pits down I was in the living room and from the arm pits up I was still in the attic! I had stepped on what I thought was flooring but in reality was a piece of sheet rock that was turned over and the backing was showing making me think it was a solid surface.

At that moment I am not sure whether to laugh or cry or even how I am going to get out of the whole mess when a commercial comes on television. My son comes out of his TV comma and I hear a little giggle followed by, "Golly Mom! Your legs is sticking through the ceiling!" Then a pause follows and I hear the attic stairs creaking, up pops his head and he says, "Hey mom, can I try that?" I am ashamed to say that I was a bit harsh in my response and hissed, "NO YOU MAY NOT!", through clenched teeth. See, I was stuck, I couldn't drop on through because some nails were preventing me from moving without becoming a serious pin cushion, my ribs were hurting something fierce, and I lacked the upper body strength to pull myself up plus I had no way of getting a grip.

I asked my son if he thought he could get the front door unlocked and go next door to get Grandpa to come and help me. He said he could, when the next "mercial" came on! I hissed again, "NO, GO NOW!" Well, there was some whining involved and getting on shoes was a loooooong drawn out process because the show had come back on, and could I please help him zip his jacket cause it was cold outside,( insert another hiss here-"NO"), oh and he'd need a flashlight 'cause it was dark! Finally at the next "mercial" break he went next door, only he was gone a very loooooong time!
When he got next door he calmly told Grandpa that mom needed him to come next door. He left out a few details! Grandpa and he were great computer buddies and he got interested in what Grandpa was doing, forgot all about that red nosed reindeer and me, and settled in for a computer session.

After a bit longer Grandpa asks what I need and the little imp starts to laugh uncontrollably, I am later told, and tells him, with sound effects I might add, in great and loooooong detail as only a five year old can do, that he was watching Rudolph, "You know Grandpa the one the other deers won't play with 'cause his nose glows red like a blinkin' beacon. Grandpa, did you know that he KNOWS Santa? Do you know Santa? Do you have any magic corn? I'm gonna try and catch a reindeer and feed him magic corn to see if he can fly!" Grandpa interrupts here and asks again what I need. "Well, I's watchin' Rudolph, and..." Grandpa says, "You told me that part." "Um OK, then there was a 'splosion (insert sound effects here!) and then the 'mercial came on and mommy's legs was sticking out of the roof!" (insert hilarious laughter from son here!)
This news startled Grandpa who unceremoniously dumped young grandson in the floor and took off out the door, crashing through the hedge, and into our front door to be confronted with the sight of half of his daughter-in-law dangling through the ceiling. He asked if I was OK and all I could do was laugh. By this time I'd hung there so long my arm pits were numb and I wondered exactly what it looked like through my huge front window when motorists stopped at the stop sign on the corner in front of our house and looked right before turning and could see legs hanging down in my living room.

He chipped away the extra sheet rock and removed the nails that threatened to impale me and helped me slip through the hole. All the time my son, who had bolted after Grandpa, sat watching. He said, "Well, I guess we don't need a chimbley after all, Santa can just use that big ol' hole!"

Christmas Laughter,
Miss Sandy

P.S. I was not badly hurt, only a few minor scrapes, one damaged ceiling, and a bruised ego! I have often been reminded to wear a parachute when going into an attic, which I am not allowed to enter anymore, and that skydiving is usually done outside!

Monday, December 3, 2007

"Christ"mas Tree Memories.....

"I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the City of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord."
Luke 2:10-11

Holiday greetings to all you out in Blog Land! It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas here at the Quill. I spent Saturday doing all the outdoor decor, we set up the tree late yesterday afternoon, and Kenny G. and I have had a high old time decorating. Well actually, I decorated while he serenaded me with my holiday favorites.

Christmas at the Quill is quite different this year, for starters we now have a little inside dog who thinks anything below the door knobs belongs to her and is fair game for her chewing pleasure and gorgeous grandson is mobile and also thinks anything worth exploring below door knob height is also his to touch and taste! So to solve our tree trouble we decided to use the artificial tree this year. We only used the top two sections to shorten it and put it up on an old trunk. (See, Vee, I told you I was going to steal this idea!) We also chose to use only ornaments that are totally touchable so that little hands can explore without being scolded. I dug around in storage and decided it would be a Country Christmas at the Quill. All the ornaments I chose are handmade of either wood or fabric. I loaded the tree with little boy delights like Santa's, snowmen, gingerbread men, candy canes, stockings, plus a variety of others. I did use a few glass balls in the depth of the tree for sparkle and shine but only higher up and I could not resist using my favorite and most treasured ornaments. I put them up high in places of honor. I got a little weepy as I unwrapped them, here they are.....

These were fashioned by the hands of my children when they were small and are more precious to me than the silver or gold. This reminded me of a Christmas piece I wrote a couple of years ago. I share with you my "Christ"mas Tree Memories.....
Many legends surround the origin of the Christmas tree, from pagan customs to Christian lore. The Christmas tree tradition first became popular in Germany in the sixteenth century, then, popularity spread to European countries. In 1841 Prince Albert and Queen Victoria decorated the first English Christmas tree at Windsor Castle. The first record of a Christmas tree on public display in the United States was in the 1830's. By the 1890's the Christmas tree custom was becoming popular around the United States. For many, putting up a tree marks the beginning of the Christmas season.
Christmas tree decorations come in a variety of forms and fashions each year. In the beginnings of tree decoration, evergreens were adorned simply with candles. Eventually a variety of sweets, fruits, and gingerbread became fashionable as added adornment. Then tree decor progressed to an actual place to hang or hide gifts such as dolls, miniature furniture, tiny musical instruments, costume jewelry, toy soldiers, as well as candy and fruit. German glass ornaments began to make an appearance in the 1890's.

Many early Americans decorated their trees primarily with homemade ornaments such as apples, nuts, and marzipan cookies in a variety of delightful shapes as well as popcorn strung with berries. The invention of the electric bulb in the early twentieth century made it possible and far less dangerous for Christmas trees to glow with light for days on end. Today we find trees of every shape, size, and texture, from real to man made. The variety of ornaments readily available and ways to trim a tree are endless. Themed trees are popular from simple homespun creations to crystal and hand blown glass opulence.
I've often looked at magazines at perfectly appointed, color coordinated trees or seen them in store displays and admired them from afar. I have wondered how one would look in my home and if I chose one, which theme and color scheme would I pick? (Maybe the one below?)I once had a neighbor who had a tree like that. She went to a popular home and craft store and bought the entire display tree, lights, ornaments, and all. She had all the ornaments wired to the tree. She kept it in a tree bag in her garage. When Christmas time came around, out came the tree. It was uncovered, plugged in and ready to go in mere minutes. For my busy neighbor, who did not enjoy decorating a tree, this was perfect. For some, a tiny table top tree with miniature adornments may be perfect. Others may delight in the tree farm tradition of cutting their own tree, while others may prefer an artificial tree. For our family, our memory tree is perfect. It is not color coordinated or perfectly appointed, but it does have a theme: love. Over the years our Christmas tree tradition has varied from large to small, real to artificial, ornaments have been subtracted and added, but one thing has remained the same, the theme of love. After all, the theme of Christmas is love. Love came down over two thousand years ago in the form of God's only begotten Son, the baby Jesus.

So many memories on the tree

Sitting here looking, the past I see

Childhood memories of days gone by

Friends that have blessed me by and by

Craft Show days and times of toil

My children's handiwork, treasures royal

My time of courtship, laughter, and fun

Oh how the memories 'round me run

My treasured ornaments are priceless to me

Others may wonder why they hang on my tree

A gingerbread man poorly cut and drawn

By four year old hands of our precious son

Bits of string stiffened by glitter and glue, a macaroni snowflake,

A red painted pine cone make my heart ache

For my daughter when she was small

Oh, the wonderful memory of them all

Friends have contributed to my holiday fare

And over the years I've made my share

Extended family have added their touch too

For me trimming the tree is something I love to do

As I sat and looked at my tree one morning

All of its lights and simple adorning

My eyes traveled up to the very tip top

And there perched a scene that made them stop

An ornament made by some unknown hand

Snipped and curled from a simple tin can

Pasted to the center is an old Christmas card scene

Of Joseph, Mary, and baby Jesus, our King

No matter the variety of tree or decor you choose

It is the real theme of love that we must never loose

"When Love Came Down At Christmas Time" our church choir did sing

What sacrificial love did that little baby, Jesus, bring

No matter the shape or variety of tree

No matter the style or adornments there be

Let us live and love in perfect harmony with our fellow man

Let our aim be to please Jesus as much as we can

No matter the shape, no matter the size

No matter which ornament that you prize

Just remember Jesus' Love, our hearts decor

Which supplies forgiveness, peace, grace, and joy ever more

So next year when choosing and trimming your tree

Let His love wash over you afresh and anew, for no greater love there be

Than He who lays His life down for His friend

That is a depth of love without end

Wonder of wonders fills my heart

Baby Jesus, the greatest treasure Thou art

Come as a babe from the presence of God and heaven

To act on our behalf as our leaven

A peace offering, to die and rise again

Making a way for the pardon of sin

As I look at my tree, each ornament and ball

The baby, Jesus, is the sweetest remembrance of all!

Christmas Blessings,

Miss Sandy

Saturday, December 1, 2007

I've Been Tagged.....

I have been tagged by Helen of BRUSHSTROKE ETC. I am glad she sent the rules because I have never been tagged so I wasn't sure how it works. I have linked back to her and I am to tag five other blogs and tell something about each blog, link to each one, leave a comment letting them know they have been tagged, and then tell five things about myself, so here goes.....

I tag the following:

Vee of A Haven for Vee Vee lives in a small New England town, in a small neighborhood, in a small house at the edge of a bird sanctuary. Her blog is an eclectic mix of fluff and stuff, in Vee's words. I love visiting her!

Catherine of Catherine Holman Folk Art Catherine paints charming Folk Art scenes and tells a little story of each painting, both of which are charming. I think she should write and illustrate a book!

Vee of The Bearister Bookcase Vee makes bears and her posts are quite witty. I recently discovered her through the other Vee and I enjoy her posts and her creations are delightful!

Karin of Creative Chaos Karin's paper crafts are fantastic, her posts are written in tongue in cheek style, and she has the cutest little boys!

Cindy of Cindy is Crafty Mover over Carol Duvall - Cindy IS crafty! Cindy dips and delves into all kinds of crafts, she has lots of great ideas, and she is too funny!

Ok, now for five things about me....hmmmm.....let me see......oh, I know!
1, 2, 3, 4, & 5: I was once an elf! No, really, I was. I worked for a PCA Photographer at a Wal-Mart store as an elf one Christmas season taking pictures of children with Santa. I had a cute little elf outfit and everything. I am vertically challenged, ( On a big hair day I can almost tip five feet ), so this was a perfect job for me AND this is how I met my husband, I got him at Wal-Mart! (He is the best bargain I ever got at a super store!)

How is that for five things in one? You found out that I was once an elf, I had a job as a PCA Photographer, I don't mind dressing funny and being seen in public, I am short, and how I met my husband. Is it cheating to list the five things that way? Do they have to be five unrelated things? Help! I don't know all the blog rules, is there a blog rule book out there? Well, those are my five things anyway! If you want to play along and I did not list you, considered yourself tagged too!

Miss Sandy
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