New Items in my Store!

Finally... a sunny day that I'm at home and had a moment :) I added a few things to my store. Please stop by and take a look!!

Strangely therapeutic

Not sure why... I've never been one to write in journals, now I wonder if I should. Why does writing in my blog feel like a sort of therapy to me. I was just looking over my blog and realized that on the day that my dog, Bandit, passed away, I actually wrote a blog post about it! The day is a bit of a blur to me... I don't recall thinking "hmmm... go write a post about this". Maybe I just wanted the world to know how sad I was... why did it matter that the world know though? Does the world knowing make it easier? Does having more people feel sad make it easier? It's interesting to me how therapeutic blog writing is. I'm sure if I google "why does writing in a journal make one feel better" I'd come up with a lot of answers... I won't google though. I'll ponder this thought until I come up with some ideas of my own.

(photo of a pretty flower at the park)

The Sea Monster

then suddenly she appeared on the surface. From the depths of the ocean she rose. Coming to play with the puppy.... Ahhhhh!

You know how you take a million photos on the digital camera... then you come home, sort through and save a couple of the good ones? Well, as I was sorting through, I saw this photo. Amelia's posture is hysterical and I didn't even notice it when I was taking the photo. haha

This photo was taken at the Fairport Harbor dog beach.

Almost Giving it Away!

Square Locket Necklace (above)

(had to throw in a photo of Ruthie leaping over the creek!)

Free shipping on top of the sale prices on the items in my store! Free shipping until Mon. AM. :)

Almost All on Sale

Take a look at the sale prices in my store! I'm working on many 1-of-a-kind pieces, so clearing out to make room :)

Floating Down the River

Amelia, Sydney and Phil (I was in front... the navigator)

Waiting for the bus

705 lbs.


Eating



Getting shot at!

What could be better than a canoe trip on Labor Day? I say nothing :) That's what my family and my friends did this past Monday. It was a nice day... the rain missed us. Of course we saw turtles sunning themselves on the logs... a few lilys and just the beauty of the trees and river. It was relaxing and rejuvinating.

We went to the Camp Hi Canoe Livery in Hiram OH. We've been going there for years, but it was Amelia's first time.

Oh and almost forgot to mention this! We docked at a clearing along the river. Before kids this is the place that we used to dock to eat and drink... we walked up to a clearing and saw a farm. It was very picturesque... you can see it in the background in the close-up of Phil. This is where the farmer yelled at us to get off of his property and fired a shotgun up into the air!! wow... now I can say I've been shot at! haha

Eat all of the cantaloupe.

Over the past few days, since Bandit's soul has left the Earth, I've moved through various stages of grieving. The first (now these are not textbook, I'm sure) was shock. He's gone... how did this happen so fast?! Then, I moved into pure sadness. My Bandit is gone... I miss him.. I'm cutting a cantaloupe and he's not at my feet begging for some. I'm walking outside and he's not running to be with me... the cats are running around like crazy and he's not coming to check it out... oh... there's some of his hair in the corner... where's his blanket? his food bowl is empty... I just ordered Advantage for him, it hasn't even come yet... where are all of my pictures of him... where's his leash, his collar, his toy? It was so strange and empty not having him here. Then I was mad... why did the vet leave me in the room for 1/2 an hour believing we could fix him!? I imagined him on the trail in the park.. walking him to the square... healing from surgery with my loving touch, hugs and kisses. How could they do that to me? Then guilt... I should have spent more time with him. I should have brushed him the other day.. if I'd known it was his last day eating cantaloupe, I would have given him the whole thing. If I'd known it was the last day that we'd walk to the square, I would have walked for hours.... if I'd known it was his last night sleeping next to our bed, I would have pet him longer before falling asleep. Then ... OK ... he's taught me so much about life and death. My little Bandit, without even knowing it... has reminded me to never, ever, ever take for granted the relationships that I have. Never go to bed angry... always pray for my family and friends... call them more... love them more... less anger... more joy and time spent together. Eat all of the cantaloupe. I love you Bandit! Thank you for all you've done for me. You made my life so much better by just being in it.