Wednesday, October 29, 2014

A crocheted cup of dark hot chocolate

Is it me, or does the marshmallow look scary??? I think it still turned out pretty cute! I love these quick and easy projects! This will be a set of food items I am making for my youngest granddaughter. I used safety eyes.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

My crocheted bauble stitch!

Played around with learning a new crochet stitch last night. This is called the "bauble stitch" for border edging.
I added it around the edge of the little glass ornament I am developing, and it makes me think of a turtle! I do have ideas for making these into personalized Christmas tree ornaments.
I will keep learning new edgings and trying to get some things made that actually might look kinda neat.  I used brightly colored variegated yarn, and love how each bobble became one of the colors!!! 

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Check this out, all ye old succulent lovers!!!  I just made a pledge to kickstart this product!  It's pretty, and it's pretty cool, and useful.  Good for all kinds of plants to grow indoors, but especially succulents.  A modern touch!

Sunday, October 19, 2014

A happy fall holiday basket!

I just got this black basket with orange wrapped handles that contained birthday presents, and I decided to use it to display my and Emily's painted and glittered pine cones, my crocheted pumpkin pie, a candle, small fake pumpkin, and a dancing glow-in-the-dark skeleton.  It is sitting on top of microwave, making me one happy camper these days!  
Here's to happy holiday crafting!!!
XOXO- Julie

Thursday, October 16, 2014

National Black Poetry Day

My friend, Teri, from Teri's Painted Daisies (, is doing an artwork each day, which is celebrated yearly.  I found a list of those days here:

There were about 5 celebrations today, on October 17, and one of which was Black Poetry Day!  I thought I would post a poem by a beloved poet of our time, who, on May 28, 2014, left this world.  It is a powerful poem, and I love it.


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise
I rise
I rise.

-Maya Angelou