Welcome all like minded souls...creative women who are inspired by wild flowers and bird's nests,forsythia and the first signs of spring, the smell of the earth rediscovered under the last bits of winter snow, lilacs, antique flea markets and everything vintage, beautiful fabrics and coffee on rainy warm Saturday mornings..
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Letters to Heaven
Dear Dad, I like writing to you at night, it makes me feel like your still here. I'm sure some of my customers will find this a very strange blog and if you were here you would probably yell at me for doing this:) So I miss you and Lisa is a mess, Jennie isn't talking about it and neither am I, for nwo. She dreamed about you and said you looked good and tan and there were no bruises on your arm. You looked healthy and she told you she loved you. xo
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Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Letters To Heaven
Dear Dad, Its a very cold night here tonight and I was thinking about the day when we were little and you took us sleigh riding. You told me to jump on first, then Lisa would jump on followed by Carol. What a surprise when you jumped on all 3 of us! How did you do it, How did you drive to work 6 hours a day from Long Island to NJ and still be ok to play with us at night. We couldn't wait to see that white vw pull around the corner at 6:20. I have dreaded this day for as far back as I can remember. When I told you the last time I saw you that you were a hard act to follow, you didn't understand. I had to explain that I could never be as good of a parent as you were, never. I am trying and I am trying harder now. After giving your eulogy it made me realize what an inspiration you were to me as a person. Yes we had our differences but you were one of the best men God ever put on earth. I love you and I am so sad that things will never be the same. xo
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Grieving
When your apt buzzer rings at 2 in the morning and you hear your mother's voice downstairs..you know it can't be good...
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