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I LOVE to design and to paint whimsical items that will put a smile on your face. Each day I share my simple life with you as I try to encourage, to inspire and sometimes JUST to make you smile as I recount my life growing up on a dairy farm! I've never had many material items in my life, BUT I have been blessed beyond words with love and encouragement from WONDERFUL Parents who instilled in me WHAT was important. I have had EVERYTHING that I needed and WAY too much of what I wanted. I am slowly learning to be a better person each day through my interactions with my friends on Facebook. Some day I hope to be as good as people seem to THINK I am! I am BLESSED! Welcome to my little corner of the world...Please stop by and visit often!

Sunday, May 31, 2015

I LOVE the OLD Hymns... Sunday, May 31, 2015

I was raised in a house with music…GROWING up, VERY few days were without Mother singing and/or humming a hymn…I remember getting so irritated that she would sing the SAME song over and over…sometimes the same line…over and over…

My oldest brother, Bob, has a beautiful tenor voice. Brian, the middle child, is blessed with a gorgeous bass voice.  Mother sang alto.  When she was young, she would sing often with her twin sister, at revivals.  Daddy sang lead, although he could harmonize.  I was given an alto/soprano voice.  Mother would sing along with me when I young to teach me to stay on key while she would sing harmony.

Art by Amanda
I started taking piano in the third grade, along with Brian, who only took a few years because he needed to do BOY THINGS…sad, really, because HE was the one who had the gift for piano.  Mother searched for a teacher who was interested in teaching us to play for our own enjoyment, and well, for CHURCH…LOL…She believed, and taught us well, that ALL our gifts were to be used for the GLORY of GOD!

I have often said that I was born into the wrong generation, because I much prefer OLD Songs…songs that I could understand the words…songs that spoke to me…songs with a melody…songs with words that could inspire or could share an emotion that I UNDERSTOOD…I am an old soul…

 What I REALLY love and have come to appreciate are the OLD HYMNS…I was raised on them…NOW that I have lived life and experienced every emotion imaginable, these hymns speak to ME…I HATE how money has been wasted to make them POLITICALLY correct~~HATE IT!  So much of the meaning has been lost and it has taken away one’s ability to SEARCH for what that song means…It saddens me that so many of the young’ens have no CLUE about the OLD HYMNS…Change is ok…it makes me sad sometimes, but LIFE has to move on…I wish it could take along the GOOD STUFF with it a little bit more…

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate some of the new songs and ditties…I only WISH they could have found more than just ONE LINE to sing over and over…sigh…

The old songs spoke of HELL…we don’t find churches speaking much of HELL anymore…heck, SOMEBODY might get mad and leave or not feel GOOD about themselves…AND WHAT is entertaining about that?  We have dummied down God’s Word so that EVERYONE will be HAPPY…heavier sigh…Sometimes we NEED to be pruned to grow big and strong!! My parent’s sure didn’t hesitate to PRUNE me and I am SO THANKFUL they cared enough to NOT always tell me I was right…that there were rules I HAD to follow…that MY OPIONION was simply that~~my opinion and that in no way made me RIGHT, but it also didn’t make me wrong, either!  


I UNDERSTAND the POWER OF MUSIC…it is universal.  I had a conversation with a friend, who has his Doctorate from Vandy and taught at the college I attended and is a part-time, well, he PREACHES… one day we were talking about our frustrations with churches.  I made the statement that SO MANY PREACHERS THINK their sermon is the MOST important part of worship and Well, no need to continue with what all we said, BUT he made the statement that PASTORS are the most EDUCATED and most UNDERPAID workers…I sat there and started to think of the 12 years I took piano, the 4 years of organ lessons, the hours of practice I spent, the four years of voice lessons, the HOURS of practicing for the singing group I was in…hmmmmmmm…I was at church EVERY SUNDAY to play the piano, EVERY SUNDAY for choir practice, EVERY worship service~~morning and night…staying after choir practice to practice special music with the organist…music classes for children/youth…VBS director…Sunday School teacher…class parties…YEP…I was OVERPAID…I didn’t receive a SINGLE penny and NEVER did I get a thank you from the Pastors or from our board of Elders…and when I quit, NOBODY cared at all…YEP…OVERPAID, but then, THAT is not why I did it!! BOY HOWDY!!!

My Mother’s tattered Bible and several hymn books are within reach of where I paint!  They are my reference books of WHAT is important in my life…the basis of WHO I am and WHO I belong to!

NOW, that I am older, I UNDERSTAND why Mother sang the same song/lines over and over…it was her PRAYER…she was asking and seeking DIRECTION…I find myself doing the same thing…I have lost count of the many times I have sung, “Lead me Lord, Lead me in Thy righteousness.  Make THY WAY plain, before my face.”

Those who were raised on the old hymns, I simply need to say a LINE and your mind will take off~~it doesn’t take much to rekindle the heart’s memory…


Make Me a BLESSING, to SOMEONE today…

Amazing Grace, How Sweet the Sound…

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy Grace…

On a Hill, far away…

I come to the Garden Alone, while the dew is still on the Roses…

Holy, Holy, Holy…Lord, God, Almighty…

All to Jesus, I surrender…(No. 316 in our hymnal as a child)

Down at the Cross where my Savior died…

Mercy there was great and GRACE WAS FREE, Pardon there was multiplied to me…There my burdened soul found LIBERTY at Calvary!!!

When the Roll is Called up Yonder I’ll be there!

Wonderful Grace of Jesus…

Great is Thy Faithfulness!  Morning by morning new mercies I see!

I MISS the old songs and I miss playing and singing…BUT these TRUTHS are in my heart and my service has changed to another of my gifts…I HOPE today that you will have a SONG in your heart…I HOPE that you will reflect on the words you were taught as a child and NOT depart from them…AND if you were not taught as a child, I HOPE that you will SEARCH because what you will FIND will change your heart…

…Blessings to YOU…~charlotte

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Puddle of Paint Spring Challenge, Wednesday, May 27, 2015

WHEW...I got it finished!  I belong to a FUN CLUB called PUDDLES OF PAINT.  Designer, Susan Kelley, provides 2 patterns each month, JUST FOR US and then will give us some challenges to create throughout the year.

Susan has been WONDERFUL.  I have been lucky to get to know her a bit, and she is so helpful, friendly and down to earth....and FUNNY!!  I LOVE her!  She has become a friend and a mentor who is always willing to answer any questions that I may have...She inspires me and encourages me.  I am THANKFUL for getting to cross her path!

When I first got on FB, I was afraid to chat with anyone who had LOTS of likes on their pages, and talking to a BIG BRUSH was so out of the question, but then, I remembered something that Mother taught me growing up...ALL PEOPLE put their britches on one leg at a time!

I have gotten more opportunities than I could ever dream possible...MANY of these dreams are things I never knew to dream...

I have met some wonderfully helpful people in my fb journey, and I have soaked up as much knowledge as I could!

I am a Helping Artist through DecoArt~~another dream I had no idea was a possibility, but because of a friend sharing and encouraging me, I was accepted into the program.  I have used DecoArt products in my painting for over 20 years and I LOVE them.

DecoArt has recently come out with a new line of products especially for mixed media.  I have been fascinated with this, because I LOVE to learn new techniques. I recently saw a post from a person asking WHAT is the big deal with MIXED MEDIA...she went on to say she had NO IDEA what people did with the "stuff" they made...I was SO DISAPPOINTED in this person...Reminds me of the old CHURCH saying, "We've NEVER done it THAT WAY before and WHY change something that works!" ...heavy sigh...

I don't understand WHY people feel the need to attempt to BASH things they don't like, especially if it causes no harm...IF you don't prefer to DO SOMETHING, then DON'T...People really don't CARE and by all means, don't be so condescending to others who ENJOY EMBRACING CREATIVITY in other forms!  OK...off of my soap box for a little while...

I thought this challenge was a perfect time to use some of these wonderful products and to step out of my comfort zone that I know so well.  I really had FUN with this...SO, I took a few pictures along the way and thought I would share what I did...

First, I used a stamp to put on a piece of paper and then I printed the words I wanted to use on this piece...
 I Then used the Misters to spray on the background...These are SO MUCH FUN...I put the paint on fairly thick and then took a crumpled up piece of packing bubbles and picked off some of the paint to get a texture...I had so much paint, that it kept seeping back over the texture, so I worked quickly and then blasted it with my hairdryer...HA...can't defeat ME!

I painted the face, arms and legs with the media fluid acrylics.  It takes very little paint since they are highly pigments...You will see in the top right, that I cut the dress and purse from scrapbook paper.  I used Decou-Page Matte to glue it in place!

I added some color around the dress, purse, ears and nose!!  Isn't she SWEET!!  Anyone who follows me might have noticed that I paint my bunnies grey...WHY?  Because I HAVE GREY HARE, um, Hair!  teeheheeeheeeee

I painted 4 wooden butterflies that I had bought at JoAnn's in the mixed media aisle...Yes, I have a habit of buying things with NO CLUE what I will do with them, but SEEEEEEE...they were JUST WHAT I NEEDED!

This is the finished piece...I printed the words on my computer onto the stamped paper...I gued on the butterflies, painted the grass and flowers...I went around the flowers with a Dimensional Writer.

I LOVE it!  The message is JUST what I needed to see.  We ALL need to follow our dreams...we ALL need to live the life we have imagined...It is ok if your imagination changes a few times along the way.  Sometimes, we have to adapt and there is nothing wrong with that!

I thought I would share the Cake I made when I Celebrated Daddy's birthday.  It was nice to remember good things about him, not that that is any different from most days.

Mother and Miss Stella made this cake DOZENS of times.  It is so easy and light.  It is wonderful with fruit over it or just with some cool whip OR with Ice Cream!  A GREAT summer dessert!

Take an Angel Food Cake and a can of crushed pineapple

 Mix the two together. Pour in a 9x13 pan. 
Bake at 350 for 30 minutes.

YUMMY!! Served on Mother and Daddy's wedding China that Uncle J.P. (daddy's brother) bought them as a wedding present when he was stationed in Japan.  It is Noritake, Orient.

Thanks for stopping by my little corner of the world...
I HOPE that I have inspired you in some small way
...Blessings to YOU...~charlotte

Go CONFIDENTLY in the direction of your dreams,
Live the life you've imagined.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Happy Birthday, Daddy...Sunday, May 24, 2015

I baked a cake tonight...I wanted to CELEBRATE this day!  Daddy would have been 92!  My goodness...where does time go?  It has been 12 years since I celebrated his birthday with him...I got to have my Daddy for 40 years...far longer than so many...I am blessed...

Age 16....He had hair!!  =)

We were constant companions...He was forever trying to bring to fruition something I had concocted in my mind when half way through, I would ask WHO thought this was a good idea?!

These are some pictures that I found and thought I would share...I LOVED that he always had a hat!  I LOVE how they dressed with PRIDE to go places in those days....

Daddy traveled when he was young...I think he had it out of his system by the time he had a family, BUT what I really think, is that his priorities changed...He was a WORKER...He wanted to make certain his family had what they needed.

Daddy was 28 when he and mother (19) married in 1951 and Bob was born 1 day shy of 9 months after they married...ROFL!  They had dug a hole in a piece of land with the plans of building a basement home and adding to it when they got more money, but the health of Uncle Bud and Aunt Jenny was declining, so they moved in with them to help care for them...our house was FULL.  When I came along in 1962, I had a brother 2 years older, one 10.5 years older and 3 people past 80!  Mother said we didn't sit down to eat that SOMEBODY didn't spill something, and it was NOT always the children doing the spilling!

Mother fretted that Daddy didn't play games with us, but he was ALWAYS present...Being with Daddy meant going with him on the farm.  NEVER was he too busy to let us tag along, except on the VERY RARE occasion.  We got to see Daddy respecting and caring for the Land that God gave us to be caretakers of...a lesson TOO many have ignored...We got to see a Daddy who was a HARD worker and who provided for his family.  I SAY we were dirt poor, but NEVER did we want for ANYTHING...We were given EVERY opportunity to participate in events...we had MORE than we needed and MORE than we could want.

Daddy was generous of spirit and of possessions.  He helped his neighbors and they helped him.  He gave of his time to help on issues he found important.  He was active in our community and in our church.  He was chairman of the ASCS Office (dealing with farm quotas)...it was a position that he was voted to hold by other farmers, so he was respected!

Daddy was so good with Math.  He could calculate things that would amaze me.  He loved to measure crops...He loved to play PITCH (cards) with his guy friends, but didn't get to do it much.  He and Mother has several couples they played Rook with and Mother ALWAYS loved to entertain.  Daddy just let her and didn't say much.  Actually, as long as she wasn't making him tag along, he encouraged her to be involved in activities of her choice.

Mother said Daddy changed as many dirty diapers as she did.  He was a rarity.  He worked in the house just as much as Mother did, maybe more of some occasions!

A SHARP Dresser!

In Colorado

WHY do all men look like GANGSTA'S at this period of time...This is on the square in my home town.
Momma and Daddy at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier...Bob must have taken the picture

August 26, 1954...must have been somewhere around Chattanooga...

August 28, 1954 in Chattanooga...Daddy holding Bob...He was always holding one of us!!  What a good Daddy!                    

In Florida...April 1961

Uncle Bud and Aunt Jenny, who raised Daddy...Brian is sitting on the end with the ukelele and in the back is Bob, Momma, Daddy Holding ME (squirming to get down) and on the end is Aunt Ellen who was the teacher at the one room school.  She was the sister of Uncle Bud. August 1964

Daddy hold me (again) in December 1964...The ASCS Office annual Christmas dinner...It was always family and it was always nice.  We made lifelong friends among the workers and board members.

Visitng the Georgia Fletchers...Front row Eddie, Brian, Me, Mother, Ronald (what ARE you doing?) Jean, Daddy and Aunt Polly...I LOVED my cousins and always enjoyed getting to see them!

Wake up, Momma...LOL...1-21-1965 at Dr. Stone's house for the annual Birthday gathering...Dr. Stone delivered all 3 of us kids...Yep, Daddy had his CIGAR...LOL....

Momma and Daddy at Brian's Wedding (the middle child)

Daddy seeing and holding his FIRST Grandbaby for the First time.  We were celebrating the opening of my brother and sister-in-laws Flower shop.  1990

Same Grandchild, Kaylen, growing up with her little brother, Kendall...Sadly, they were never allowed to ride on the tractor and get to experience the hum of the tractor lulling a child to sleep.  Daddy had to pack me back home EVERY time I rode on the tractor with him...He was a SAFE driver and KNEW the land like the back of his hand.

This was in January 1999...we got what I call the 4 Bonus years...He spent 22 days in the hospital and wasn't expected to live through the first night...He was an AMAZING, STRONG Man!  Me, Brian, Daddy, Bob and Momma...
I don't understand how I got so lucky...I don't take it for granted...I have NO PROBLEM with anyone who says THEY have the best daddy...it is ok because I KNOW I had the BEST!!  Thank YOU, Daddy...I did EVERYTHING humanly possible to make sure YOU knew how much I loved you!  I was HONORED to be your baby girl...I was HUMBLED to be able to spend so much time with you...THANK YOU is not adequate, but it is all I got...I MISS YOU every single day but I wouldn't have your aching body back on earth for anything...I WAS and AM so PROUD to KNOW WHO I AM...Thanks for giving me a good name...Kisses to Heaven...~charlotte