The heat is so oppressive this summer that I am wishing, no dreaming of cooler climates. Seriously! Just last night I dreamt of sitting near the water somewhere in Maine. While I clung to my sweater and wrapped it tightly around me, I called to my beagle, Heidi, to return to a closer proximity to me.
As my face was stretched to the heavens, I found refuge in the sounds of the crashing waves. The cool breeze was my friend. Then I woke up...
With a little bit of angst, three weeks ago, I delivered these wedding invitations to a very sweet
Bride to be. Let me say this bride to be was the calmest of any person I've ever met. This sweetheart was a dream to work with.
I delivered for her, the pocket wedding invitation in a shimmer onyx color, accented with a shimmery silver. All materials were printed on a pearl, shimmer paper which gave the entire invitation a sense of fun while being so very classy.
Inside the invitation, the standard invite is listed on the right.
On the left, this pocket holds three different cards, RVSP, Wedding Details and Accommodations sheets.
To add a bit more sparkle and dimension, I added 3 clear crystals at the very top.
The photograph may not be able to display that there are three clear
crystals located at the v on the pocket.
Addressed envelopes were provided with the return address.
I must admit, I really enjoyed creating this set for my lovely Bride to Be!
Recently, I delivered a custom invitation book to a local bridal salon in hopes of drumming up some business.
This photo just amazes me to no end and baffles me to think that some divine being, in my case, my God, created each and every one of these little, tiny sea shells for my pleasure.
Granted, this area is approximately 3' x 4' and look at the number of shells washed up on the beach! I am left with the sense of just how small we truly are as we are just a tiny spec in an overwhelming universe of life.
The colors are so peaceful, serene and calming. Some may say these are just beiges but I say, nonsense!
16:1Preserve me, God, for in you do I take refuge.
This past week, Potts, Mimi and Jack went on our very own little field trip. But first, let me explain just how "Potts" came to be named as such by our little Grandson.
It seemed as though, Grandpa was the last word to be spoken by Jack. Rather, that word did not want to roll off the little guys lips. So we began trying versions of such a title.
Our beloved close friend of the family, named Pops, was a man known by many by this name. For years and years, we lovingly called him such.
It was simple, really, let's have Jack call Hubby, Pops. Such was the plan, however, the little guy had an entirely different plan of his own.
As soon as we enticed him to say Pops, out of his mouth came "Potts" (with the tiniest little lisp at the end). So, Potts was born and will live on for eternity! (and you thought we didn't think of you everyday) sorry, private message.
Our field trip included a round trip ride on MARTA's train system to the airport. The Little Guy is obsessed with trains and for days, knew exactly where and when we were going to ride the "choochoo twain". He adored the ride, never taking his eyes off of the sights to be seen. He quickly learned about tunnels and stations, watched and listened to the young man sing along to his IPod music. (it was not a G rated song) At the end of the line, we were ready to see the airplanes.
All in all, the "choochoo twain"was the winner of the day.
Yes, I've used this photo before, but doesn't it just speak volumes of "Americana"? Truly such a patriotic vignette, don't you think?
Happy Birthday to the ole USA!
I pray for Your prosperity to return.
I hope that one day soon all our troops will return home