Showing posts with label pink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pink. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Saturday, February 07, 2009
ETSY TREASURY
As my last post stated, I'm back on Etsy and tonight I made it into a special group of pieces...an Etsy Treasury!! Click on the icon above to be transported to a delightful grouping of original pieces from some fabulous artists.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
FauX FeaTHeR TRee
It's the Holiday season but my head has been into our spring line of craft supplies and instruction CDs for Primsy*Whimsy, our new LolliShops Shoppe. Instead of wrapping presents for underneath the tree I spent the week working out the instructions for making a faux feather tree. I am a penny pincher and figured out how to create it for under ten dollars! You can see that it still needs finishing but I just HAD to show it off to everyone I know. I'm in love with feather trees!
I chose to make it in a Shabby Chic PINK but it could be made in any color that pleases your fancy. Keep your eyes open for this upcoming craft project that is an original Primsy*Whimsy design. All designs are copyrighted and subject to the copyright protection law. Carolyn Sadowski is the originator of this design on 12/19/08.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
BLESSINGS and Pink Ribbons!!!
I recently added someone new to my life. A buyer of my art who shared her dream of one day being able to paint herself. When I responded to her I said in part... "I've learned since breast cancer that tomorrow is never a promise and today is the day to make dreams come true...so go for it and enjoy"!
She has read my blog and my about me page and my world pages on eBay. By reading them she said that she could see how even through adversity one can find happiness. And she's going to start painting! And that my friends is the greatest blessing of all. Being a light in the darkness of someone's life and giving hope when one is feeling hopeless.
Perhaps this month I'll share my story of breast cancer. Since October is the official Pink Ribbons month it may be time to do just that. For now I'm off to bed with a prayer that tonight I'll get the sleep I've been longing for. God Bless!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Fear of the unknown reason for killing?
A strange train of thought just occurred to me. Do we as humans kill what we fear. We don't recognize, what we don't 'know'?
Ask anyone in my family what is the one thing you can count on if find a bug trapped in my home; car; doctor's office? To a person they will tell you that I immediately rescue it and return it to the environment from whence it came. So moths, lighting bugs, beetles and the like are captured in my hand and let loose out a window or door. When it comes to stingy things or spiders, a cup and 3x5 card is used to trap it and return it to the wild.
When a line of ants marches across my counter to munch on a spill it is heart wrenching for me to have to kill them and usually I'll leave them unless the line becomes a swarm. Friendly spiders are left to live in corners and in winter I've been known to leave the little line of ants snaking along the edges of the bathroom sink to eat the soap scum from the dish. To this point I've either proven that I'm a nature freak, a housekeeping slob, or truly what I am...someone who respects life in all its various forms.
Today, however, I became a warrior intent on killing a strange looking bug I had never seen before. A beetle like creature that could flap its wings and fly up off the floor enough to elude me for a few minutes. I didn't think of running for a cup, or God Forbid!, cup it in my hand for release back into the wild. I was bent on its destruction! I had never seen anything like it. Was it a young cockroach (ick!) come home in a grocery bag? A stinging bug as of yet unidentified along the coast of Jersey? Or just some nasty invader I didn't know who deserved to 'bite the dust'.
In very un-Carolynlike manner I became the huntress. Chasing it around the room I cornered this unsuspecting innocent and stomped on it with my pink plastic Crocs until I heard a 'pop!' and knew I was victorious in the hunt. In that moment a wave of enlightenment surrounded me. Do we, as humans, sentence to death those whom we don't know or understand just for that reason alone? Are the wars we fight in the name of 'freedom' really from our fear of the unknown? Do we feel justified in wiping out a people because we don't understand them or their ideologies are so foreign to use we feel justified to 'stomp' the life out of a civilization we perceive to be 'evil doers'?
I can't explain the feeling that swept over me when I looked down at the crushed and broken body of that bug. It was so unlike me to have done that but I realized it happened because I was fueled by my fear of the unknown. The sadness of that moment was one I wanted to share. To give all who read this pause; to think of their own reactions to what is unknown or not understood.
For me the reason is clear. It was repugnance of something that I had never seen before and had no inclination of getting to know before I chose to obliterate it in one stomp of a pink plastic Croc.
Ask anyone in my family what is the one thing you can count on if find a bug trapped in my home; car; doctor's office? To a person they will tell you that I immediately rescue it and return it to the environment from whence it came. So moths, lighting bugs, beetles and the like are captured in my hand and let loose out a window or door. When it comes to stingy things or spiders, a cup and 3x5 card is used to trap it and return it to the wild.
When a line of ants marches across my counter to munch on a spill it is heart wrenching for me to have to kill them and usually I'll leave them unless the line becomes a swarm. Friendly spiders are left to live in corners and in winter I've been known to leave the little line of ants snaking along the edges of the bathroom sink to eat the soap scum from the dish. To this point I've either proven that I'm a nature freak, a housekeeping slob, or truly what I am...someone who respects life in all its various forms.
Today, however, I became a warrior intent on killing a strange looking bug I had never seen before. A beetle like creature that could flap its wings and fly up off the floor enough to elude me for a few minutes. I didn't think of running for a cup, or God Forbid!, cup it in my hand for release back into the wild. I was bent on its destruction! I had never seen anything like it. Was it a young cockroach (ick!) come home in a grocery bag? A stinging bug as of yet unidentified along the coast of Jersey? Or just some nasty invader I didn't know who deserved to 'bite the dust'.
In very un-Carolynlike manner I became the huntress. Chasing it around the room I cornered this unsuspecting innocent and stomped on it with my pink plastic Crocs until I heard a 'pop!' and knew I was victorious in the hunt. In that moment a wave of enlightenment surrounded me. Do we, as humans, sentence to death those whom we don't know or understand just for that reason alone? Are the wars we fight in the name of 'freedom' really from our fear of the unknown? Do we feel justified in wiping out a people because we don't understand them or their ideologies are so foreign to use we feel justified to 'stomp' the life out of a civilization we perceive to be 'evil doers'?
I can't explain the feeling that swept over me when I looked down at the crushed and broken body of that bug. It was so unlike me to have done that but I realized it happened because I was fueled by my fear of the unknown. The sadness of that moment was one I wanted to share. To give all who read this pause; to think of their own reactions to what is unknown or not understood.
For me the reason is clear. It was repugnance of something that I had never seen before and had no inclination of getting to know before I chose to obliterate it in one stomp of a pink plastic Croc.
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