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As many things grow and evolve, I too have done so. Though I may love my little home here, I've found it increasingly hard to sit down and write. It feels so foreign to me these days. Maybe I'll come back and revisit, but for now it's onto a new venture. I haven't left Blogger land. In a way you can say I returned to it. I've created a new blog that coincides with my current business venture,

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Day 2: #wildsisterslc Stating that I've been ripped raw yesterday and today is a bit of an understatement. The fact that I'm even sitting here sharing it publicly (well as publicly as my blog is) is a huge stretch for myself as well. I am one who is rarely ever public with my emotions let alone talking about them to complete strangers. Our challenge was to pay attention to how we treat

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This is me. This year there has a lot that has been going on. I started my own business, I quit my part time job. I am transitioning back to a stay at home mom. But mainly, the changes have been happening within myself. I am growing and discovering who I am and what my truth is. You can't tell from the outside, but inside I am a mess. I am hypothyroid. I live with depression. I

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    I’m taking a quick break from baby toes and coos to wish everyone a Blessed Beltane!  

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Our home these last few months has been nothing short of a flurry of activity and self care. Of slowing down and knowing when to say “I can’t”. And I’ve been preparing and getting everything in order and ready for the birth of our little one. Spring may not be here yet because the cold of winter wants to keep its icy grip tight a little while longer, but this mama is dreaming of warmer weather

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  In our house, we don’t have over head lights in the bedrooms unless we’ve put them there. In the bedrooms, the light switches are connected to one of the outlets.  But with the baby’s room, I want a hanging light to save on space. Because frankly, her room is the smallest room in the house and it could use all the space saving it could get. My original idea was for a pretty little

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  A few years ago, I stumbled ( I say stumbled because to this day I forget what I was actually looking for, but that’s beside the point) upon the cutest little poncho that I’ve been pining over ever since. The problem then, I didn’t know anyone at the time who was having girls so that I could make one or millions. Everyone I knew at the time was having little boys. I may be the “best mama

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  It’s been a long time since I posted last. I’m not ashamed of it either. In fact, I think I needed the disconnect for a little while to get things figured out and focus on me for a little while. 2013 has been a whirlwind of the mundane. And for once it wasn’t too bad of a year (and trust me, 2011 and 2012 were both doozies in their own way). So it was a welcomed change from the craziness

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It’s that time of year again. Time to head North and enjoy time with our family away from distractions of the mundane. Time to release and recharge. See you in little over a week!!

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And frankly the romantic idea that it does just plain sucks. It dawned on me today that I’ve been lying to myself. That I’ve been in complete denial of how things really are. The blame falls square on my shoulders and my shoulders alone. I think the more disheartening fact is that I have no control over it. As a kid, I dreamed of being a mom. I always thought I was going to have at least three

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From my family to yours, I wish everyone a blessed and magickal Ostara!   Ostara by K. Michele  

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When we were asked to paint a memory, I went with the first one that popped forward for me. At first I figured it was a happy memory, but as I was thinking about it and writing about it in my journal, once again I was crying like a baby. But then again, it’s a memory that always brings me to tears, even now as I write this blog entry. The memory I chose was of my late grandmother and her love

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  I’m learning to be just as the title states… BIG and FEARLESS. I’ve been wanting to join Connie over at Dirty Footprints Studio and her FEARLESS painting tribe forever! Ever since I saw the videos she created of her Wreck This Journal (I highly recommend watching all of her videos and visiting her site!). Since that day I had been hooked on the FEARLESS painting process and wanting to

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I for one, (and I’m sure I’m not the only one), am happy for a new year. I’m glad 2012 is over. It was a very crazy year and one that marked a big shift in my life on many levels. 2013 is going to be a fresh start in many different aspects and areas of my life. Like so many others, this year I’ve embraced a word. A word I feel encompasses a lot of what I want to bring into my life this year. I

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Another week has flown by. But our little friend Nike has been up to all kinds of mischief. Day 4: Doodling on the bathroom mirror Day 5: Creating chaos in the holiday village Day 6: “Providing” supplies for handmade ornaments Day 7: Just a bit of hanging around   Hard to believe that another week is down and there’s still so, so much to do yet. But handmade projects are coming together

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November was spent creating in one form or another, even if I didn’t post every day about my creative endeavors. Once Thanksgiving comes and goes, the rest of November and a good chunk of December is filled with holiday traditions and handmade gift making. Thanksgiving marks the time that the holiday decorations come down out of the attic and our tree goes up. This is the first year in a very

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Remember the faery for my niece? Well it’s finished and I’m quite pleased with how it turned out. Just like I had hoped it would.  Book pages, water colors, ink, colored pencils, sequins, button brads, and glitter make up this red headed faery for a precious red headed little girl.           Technorati Tags: AEDM2012,Art Every Day Month,art,life,faery

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Lately I’ve been doing more coughing and sneezing than art of any kind (I will be so glad when this cold is gone). This weekend was a flurry of activity with a soccer game and a hockey game in the same day. But I have managed to start something for my best friend’s daughter. To her kids, I am Aunt Karebear and that’s how it’s always going to be. My “niece” and I share a middle name and a love for

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With coughs and sore throats floating around this house, it’s a wonder I made it this long without catching it. And of course as karma would have it, I came down with a fever Monday night and have been fighting a stuffed nose and sore throat since. But today I feel like like I had been run over by a truck and a little bit more myself. I even climbed out of my pajamas that I’ve been living in for

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October 31st, we had a simple family Samhain ritual, we talked as a family about the meaning of Samhain and rituals and traditions behind it. As we were wrapping up our little ritual, I had an idea. One that would allow us to teach how other cultures honor their loved ones who are gone (because let’s face it, my kid is a sponge and loves learning), allows us to get creative (I love looking for

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  Today marks the beginning of Art Every Day Month! I lurked last years participates from the shadows. Not this year. This year I am jumping feet first and making the commitment to do some sort of art, even if it’s a doodle or a quick sketch of an idea, every day for a month. So if you are visiting from Creative Every Day, Welcome!! If you’re one of my readers, it’s good to see you again

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  Another month has zipped by in a blink of an eye it seems, getting caught up in the mundane, running to scout meetings and soccer practice, learning spelling words and reading stories, planning dinner and washing laundry. When you get caught up in the mundane, the seasons change rapidly. But when illness creeps in, you are forced to stop and take in the quiet change. Today the kiddo was

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So I officially returned home yesterday afternoon. Vacation turned out to be a bit more than a vacation really. Last Tuesday afternoon started with a call to my OB/GYN and resulted in an afternoon visit with an “ugly” sonogram, and ended that evening with me being omitted to the hospital, a second “ugly” sonogram (that’s exactly the term the sonogram technicians used) and being scheduled for

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It’s that time of year when we put normal life behind and migrate north to the cooling waters of the St. Lawrence River.                                              &nbsp

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