Thursday, September 23, 2010

To You My Friends

Sometimes you get one of those forward emails
that has a message that touches your heart.
This is one of those emails................

We all know or knew someone like this!!

One day, when I was a freshman in high school,

I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle.

It looked like he was carrying all of his books.

I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

He must really be a nerd.'

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.

His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him...

He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'

They really should get lives.

He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'

There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before...

He said he had gone to private school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football

with my friends

He said yes.

We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

 He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends..

When we were seniors we began to think about college.

Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never
be a problem.

He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship..

Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

He looked great.

He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous!

Today was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech.

So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

' Thanks,' he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends.....

I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

I am going to tell you a story.'

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the

first day we met.

He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

'Thankfully, I was saved.

My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable..'

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions..

With one small gesture you can change a person's life.

For better or for worse....

God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.

Look for God in others.

'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'

There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is a mystery.

Today is a gift.

It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.

To you my friends.

Love to all,

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

A Charmed Exchange

You may remember the pillow I made for a
"dear friend".
The "dear friend" I hope I will have,
after she receives this pillow,

as well as one of these charms.

(sorry I cannot get picture to turn)

decided to do a swap.

We were to make a pillow of a certain size,
and 15 charms.

The charms could be no larger that 1.5".
With the jump ring attached to mine, I just
made it. The Charms are glass bevels
over vintage postage stamps.  I hope
I have enough variety, in the stamps I
chose, for Sarah to be happy with them.

We have no idea who our swap partner
will be, or what Sarah is doing with
the 15 charms.

It will be exciting to find out!

I will post photos as soon as I
receive my package .
We will then know, who my new
"dear friend" will be.

Wendy, who co-hosts the Blissfull ATC Swap
with me, also signed up to do this
swap of Sarah's.
I wasn't sure Wendy knew I was taking part in
this, until she asked me a few days ago.
I think it will be funny if Sarah were to  match
Wendy and me up with this swap.

Love to all,

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Last Butterfly

If you are a regular reader
of my blog, you know I
try to speak from the heart.
Recently I was made aware
of  a very worthwhile event
that I will be participating in
 and I hope you will too.

Instead of relying on my own
words, please read an excerpt

"The Butterfly Project"
 hosted by
 The Holocaust Museum Houston
 in Texas, USA.
 Their mission as follows:

The Holocaust Museum Houston
 is dedicated to educating people
 about the Holocaust, remembering
 the 6 million Jews and other
innocent victims and honoring
 the survivors' legacy.
 Using the lessons of the
 Holocaust and other genocides,
 we teach the dangers of hatred,
 prejudice and apathy.
 And the tag line following it reads:

Stop Hate. Starting Here.

The Butterfly Project mandate/
 is to remember the 1,500,000
 innocent children who perished
 as a result of the Holocaust
by collecting 1.5 million
 handmade butterflies.

In Spring 2013, these butterflies
 will then become a break-taking
 exhibition to serve as a memory
 of this event.

Can you imagine? 1.5 million children
 translated into 1.5 million butterflies....?
 If you wondering why a butterfly,
 the project is based on this poem -

I Never Saw Another Butterfly

The last, the very last,


So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow

Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing

against a white stone....

Such, such a yellow

Is carried lightly ’way up high.

It went away I’m sure

because it wished

to kiss the world good-bye.

For seven weeks I’ve lived in here

Penned up inside this ghetto.

But I have found what I love here.

The dandelions call to me

And the white chestnut branches in the court.

Only I never saw another butterfly.

That butterfly was the last one.

Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.

Written by Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942
Born in Prague on Jan. 7, 1921.

Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942.

Died in Auschwitz on Sept. 29, 1944.

Pavel Friedman was 23.
My eldest daughter is 23.

Again, I am touched by this
event in history.  My
heart breaks for those that
played any role in this tragic
event.  The Holocaust like 9/11
is something we should never

I hope you will want to become
involved in this event.

Love to all,

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Leaves ATC Swap

This is the ATC I received from Michele!
Michele hand colored the card stock
and punched the leaves out.
Some of the leaves have Pop Dots
behind them to give some depth to
the ATC.
Michele does not have a blog so I am
also posting the ATC I sent her.

I also swapped with Maria.
This is the ATC I sent her.
Both of these are created
 on a hand colored
fabric background, with
letters cut from magazines
and a jewelry finding affixed
as well.

When I receive mine from Maria, I will post.

Love to all,

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Crazy Quilt Pillow Complete

I have completed the
Crazy Quilt Pillow
for my dear friend.
I welcome any comments
and constructive criticism.
You girls that Crazy Quilt,
I am depending on you
to help me improve my
That means Pam, Sharon,
Lynn, Jillayne
Mary Ann, Donna
Cathy, Susan
Pat, Sue. Terri,
Marie, Ruth,
Theresa, Dorthe,
Mya, DeeDee
and any one else I
may have forgotten.
Put your "teacher" hat on
and let me know what
you think.
Love to all,

Monday, September 6, 2010

Choosing A Name

 My husband said to choose a name that
would last 20 years, because that's how long
she will live.
We tossed around names
 and tried out a few.
Nothing we had come up with seemed
to suit this special girl.
I even asked you my blogging friends to
help come up with a name.
Still unable to find a name that suited.
We considered her heritage, Dobermans come
from Germany.
My husband remembered,
our eldest daughter was once in a play about a
strong German girl.
The play was "The Rose of Treason",
The story of Sophie Scholl.

Sophie was a student at the
University of Munich in the 1930's.
Sophie, her brother and a handful
of friends believed the Nazi government
was leading their country in the wrong direction.
They wrote a leaflet entitled
"The White Rose"
and distributed it around the University
campus.  The leaflet said it was time
for the Germans to rise up and resist the
tyranny of their own government.
6 different leaflets were written in all.
People began copying them and sending
them to friends.  Of course the Nazi
government found out and hunted down
 the ones responsible for this rebellion.
Sophie, her brother and 1 friend
were caught and executed.
The others involved were later found
and executed as well.
They were an example of bravery to
the very end.
Their story was a tale of courage,
of principle and of honor.

What better name for a little
German girl, than


She has already stolen our hearts.
I do hope it is a name that lasts
20 years.

Love to all,

Thursday, September 2, 2010

A New Member Of The Family

      Judy and Rufus had their apple cart upset today.

If you look close you will see the look of
disgust in Judy's eye.  Rufus is just
wondering where in the heck this
stranger thinks she is going and
why is she in his backyard.

The stranger,

 is a Doberman,
7 weeks old,
and as yet unnamed.

We picked her out this morning. 
She has been to the vet and had a bath.
We are enrolled in an obedience class
beginning in 2 weeks.

It has been a very long day for this little lady.
She won't be small for long her parents weighed
about 80 lbs!
Judy and Rufus may someday wish
they had been a little nicer,
 when she is looming over them.

Any suggestions on a name?
Her father's name
"Baron Max A Million"
and the mother's name
"Jada Secret Dreams of Love".

Love to all,

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Update On Crazy Quilt Pillow

I have been digging through my threads:

I have my needles, scissors, thimble and
a few embellishments:

This is where I am so far, no fair clicking to enlarge,
this looks much better from a distance.

Feel free to make suggestions, except--- throw it
in the trash. Remember, I am a beginner.

Love to all,
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