a rainy ending...

it's a really rainy day. the kind i love, because i can put on my striped socks and just hang around watching dvd's and reading. the perfect end to our "staycation" (which is a trendy word for staying home for vacation) and that is why you haven't heard from me all week. when the rain slowed some, i slipped outside to get some pictures. i spent quite a bit of time trying to capture the single raindrop. i like how the spiderwebs make the raindrops look magical. i even spied a little spider in one, doing whatever it is that spiders do on rainy days...

a stitch in time saves nine...

nine what?

it's the simple things...

a ball of string that i found for a quarter at a thrift shop, a sweet sentiment written by one of my kids - fingerprints and all, a beautiful stack of doilies found in a really dusty antique shop, figuring out how to do a coptic binding, a tiny dish of pearls salvaged from a broken necklace...these are the things that are making me happy today...

he swam through shark infested waters...

he swam through shark infested waters, climbed the slippery, muddy banks of a deserted island, trudged through neck-high, dense weeds...all to get this flower for his mom...that's true love I tell you...

fun fridays...

every friday, i head over to the Boys and Girls club to have some fun. i think up a little project or two, gather my supplies up in my favorite green samsonite and recruit some young crafters. this week we made macaroni necklaces and did some dot-to-dots and colored them. i've met some really sweet kids and they always like my projects, as they usually involve some sort of glitter and as we all know, everything is better with glitter. it's interesting to watch them work - some kids are very neat and deliberate and others are more carefree, some talk a lot, some are very quiet, some work quickly and others work slowly. so many different personalities, but all so very special in their own unique ways. the best part for me is when they are all done and they beam with pride at what they have created with their own hands. for in that moment, all is good in their world...

my eyes are an ocean...

...in which my dreams are reflected.

-anna m. uhlich-