It's like magic sometimes.
Robin
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Mailing cookies, sled from the 70's, Memory tree, and a belt.
I was trying to find a recipe for gingerbread boys in my grandmother's old Betty Crocker cook book from the late 40's early 50's...
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After reading Barbara Brackman's post yesterday I was a little sad. I knew the ever expanding quilt industry wouldn't last... -
Years ago when the Florence Peto quilts first became the rage, my friend Marlena and I decided to do a block exchange and make our own v... -
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The time for getting new flooring is almost here. This is my tiny living room that no longer has that carpet on the floor. My husband tor...
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Gorgeous! Glad you were able to capture this.
On Wednesday I was driving in to town to sit with Mom just as the sun was rising and sending out glorious color. On the fringe of town there is a chapel surrounded on two sides by houses, but the other two sides are pasture. There were horses grazing in the snowy pasture in the foreground and behind them the chapel had its dusk lights on, and so did the houses around it. In the background of it all were the snow-covered mountains of the Bear River Range and the vivid oranges of the sunrise glowing from behind them. It made me think of a Thomas Kinkade painting and I really wished I'd had time to stop and get a photo.
Oh such a beautiful sunrise..that is definitely "enough" in itself...hugs, Julierose
Beautiful sky color. I am not awake at that time of morning!
... beautiful! Happy New Year.
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