I want to sweep this little one up and keep her forever. Isn’t she CUTE?
I love the creativity people show in carving jack-o-lanterns. Every year I just tried to do the traditional thing, never really doing it well. Now I just LOVE seeing what others do, thinking totally outside the box.
This is a hand-painted, one-of-a-kind XLG hand-painted tote bag. It is painted on one side and then sprayed with Scotchgard for protection. It is 18″ wide x 12″ tall (without the straps) x 5″ deep with an open gusset in the bottom.
It would be a bit large to use for trick or treating for a small child, but an older child would enjoy it. It could also be used to tote your holiday supplies to a Halloween dinner party. I’ve even used one similar to this as ‘wrapping’ for another house-warming gift.
It is called “Ghost.”
This one is the same size as the previous tote. It is called, “Jack-O-Lantern.”
Free shipping to anywhere in the United States. Please order right away to be sure you have it in plenty of time for the holiday.
I have always loved Halloween. A hundred years or so ago, kids went trick-or-treating with a group of friends. Parents were off limits. We would leave, gather as much candy as we could, and then go home again, tired and happy, already full of candy.
I’m still fascinated by people’s creativity – both in kids’ costumes and in carving of pumpkins. Since we live on top of a ridgeline, some 650+ feet up a steep driveway from the road, we don’t have trick or treaters. I still enjoy the holiday.
“In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue…” – Other than the history of our country, this ‘holiday’ means to US that we have no mail and the banks are not open today. I’m sad that has become yet another controversial subject.
I’m feeling spoiled that Mother Nature is smiling on us again today, giving us another beautiful, cool, sunshine-y day. I just took advantage of it a bit, pruning the roses I started to do several days ago and doing some general clean up of a flower bed or two.
I’ll do my elliptical trainer and my yoga practice today. Did I tell you that I’m FINALLY feeling a difference in my energy level and the way I MOVE since I’ve been doing both of these daily? Another week or two, and I’ll consider adding something else to the mix.
I’ll watch more YouTube demos on Unicorn Spit and then I’m PLANNING to get up to my art room this afternoon to start experimenting!
I hope Mother Nature is smiling on YOU, too, and that you have a wonderful day.
Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words:
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letterbox at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page were the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love.
I had a GREAT day.
- I worked in the yard for an hour – finishing cleaning out the tomato planters and weed-whacking around them, and around in the back yard.
- I did 35 minutes on my elliptical trainer, and
- I did my yoga session.
This may not sound like much, but it’s a great day of movement for me – a THREE GOLD STAR DAY!
After acting like a slug most of the day due to my back reminding me that I MIGHT need to remember my age, I did a S-L-O-W careful yoga session this afternoon.
After initial protest at lying flat on my mat, my body slowly breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t do my normal routine today. I just did what I though I needed, doing several poses over and over again, feeling my body finally start to loosen up.
I knew yoga was good for me in general. As we age our bodies stiffen up. We tend to hunch our shoulders, and protect ourselves from possible harm by moving more slowly, shortening our steps, tensing up if we feel our balance might be in jeopardy.
Now I’m beginning to consider the therapeutic value of my yoga stretching. When I’ve overdone and my back is yelling – as it was today – I spent most of the day trying not to move so much. Resting is good, but it seems that if I had made it a point to do the yoga stretching this morning, rather than waiting until late this afternoon, I might have had a more comfortable day. Food for thought, anyway.
After having summer yesterday, it was 36 F. this morning! (It’s 45 right now.) It’s really difficult to get my head to wrap around this. I’ll need to wear a JACKET when I get my hair cut this afternoon!
Fall is my favorite time of the year. I LOVE thinking about fires in the fireplace, warm throws to snuggle under, hot chocolate, sweaters, boots, layers of clothes, being able to work outside without worrying about heat stroke…
The glorious COLORS bring me back to life. Arkansas doesn’t do as well as someplace like Vermont, for example, doing a wonderful display, but it’s good enough. The cooler weather brings me the energy to ALMOST enjoy getting the yard ready for winter.
For today, I’ll just enjoy the IDEA of fall being here, while reading, then napping in my chair under a throw this afternoon.
Today I’m emulating the celebrated slug.
Yesterday I overdid, trying to get all of our tomato plants cut up, pulled out, and relocated to an uncivilized part of our property. I accomplished all, except for the final weed-whacking and clean up around the two brick planters – AND before we got the rain last night, so that was good. What WASN’T good, even with doing my yoga stretches afterward, was my body decided to remind me – YELLING LOUDLY – that I’m not as young as I used to be.
This morning my husband slathered arnica gel all over my complaining back. I also took 2 Tylenol. I’m still walking around feeling every one of my hundred years or so, so I’m going to take things very easy today.
We got the rain I was hurrying around about. It was a glorious storm with wind, lots of rain, lightning, and a truly wonderful, rolling thunder. We don’t think we got any damage, for which I’m grateful.
A nice, sedentary day is planned, with only a couple of errands and a haircut for me, otherwise. I foresee a S-L-O-W, careful session of yoga and a nap in my future today…
This is me after 3 sessions (2 hours) cutting up, pulling out, and hauling off our tomato plants this afternoon. I feel confident in saying I’m worth my salt today.
I got to thinking about that expression, and looked it up. “The expression to be worth one’s salt, which means you’re competent and deserve what you’re earning, is most often said to have its roots in ancient Rome, where soldiers were sometimes paid in salt or given an allowance to purchase it.”
I may have earned my salt today, but right now I’m so pooped I’m not worth spit. (I seem to be full of cliche’s today.)
I did finish the bulk of what I wanted to accomplish. The sky is darkening now as we come closer to possible severe storms here this evening and throughout the night. I still need to clean up and weed whack around the planters, but that can be done another day.
I was so tired that I went ahead and did my yoga session, stretching out the kinks a bit. I may go in and imitate this kitty.