When I am down, when I am tired, when I am relaxed, or when I am happy I create. It's a lovely thing to do with my time and my feelings. A healing.
My mother made it to her 85th birthday. She and I are so shocked. She continues with pain and poor health but she continues. When our mothers turned 75, my husband and I had parties to celebrate. The new rule is you get a party when you turn 85. I turned my blues into creating for B.J.'s 85th.
I had everyone sign a photo mat for Mother's 75th seen above. We did this at our wedding also. It's really nice to see those signatures on display, so many little ones grown, people gone, people loyal. For my daughter's 16th I made a journal for everyone to sign and later added pictures and cards from the event. It turned out to be one the best things I have ever made.
I repeat anything good, or bad actually, but here is mother's Story Book for 85...
It went together very easily. Sometimes that actually happens. Sweet...
The front door announced the birthday girl...
Warning...my kind of porn...
And some old fashioned petit fours...
So much family came to celebrate. I had not realized just how much I needed to see them. I needed my family and it felt so good to have their embraces. There is something truly remarkable about some who knows your history before you were born holding you.
