LITTLE ROADS TO HAPPINESS

The little roads to happiness, they are not hard to find;

They do not lead to great success-but to a quiet mind.

They do not lead to mighty power, nor to substantial wealth.

They bring one to a book, a flower, a song of cheer and health.

The little roads to happiness are free to everyone;

They lead one to the wind's caress, to kiss of friendly sun.

These little roads are shining white, for all the world to see;

Their sighn-boards, pointing left and right, are love and sympathy.

The little roads of happiness have this most charming way;

No matter how they may digress throughout the busy day;

No matter where they twist and wind through fields of rich delight,

They're always of the self same mind to lead us home at night.

Wilhelmina Stitch

A Gift for U

We are still making zentangles for the Holidays here. Be glad when this week is over with sorta getting tired of the holiday themes I am ready to move on to something else. This package came out pretty good I think I'll draw another one.

This one went fast too, well, the trade is pending I am pretty sure it is gone.

Zentangle Ornament

In the social group as you can see we are still drawing ornaments ..giggle.. it is sorta fun it is amazing to see all the different shapes, styles that everyone came up with. 

I was not really happy with this drawing but it sure did trade fast!...

Guess I'm not sure how I like using multiple colors in a Zentangle I really prefer Black and White plus one color nor more than 2 different colors.

Ornaments

I host a group over at ATCsforALL call

Zentangle with a Twist Social group

Here we have a great time drawing zentangles trying different techniques. The twist is to turn a drawing into a zentangle. It is quiet fun, we been drawing teddy bears and so much more turning them into Zentangles. With the Holidays here the Ladies and Gentlemen have been drawing ornaments, well, here is mine.

TRUE TO THE BEST

Long years of pleasant friendship may be broken

By one hour's work and thoughtless word or deed.

Yet why forget the thousand good words spoken,

The kindly help which met a passing need?

We do not spurn the sunlight when 'tis hidden;

We look for good when fiercest storms descend.

Then why lose faith, when underserved, unbidden,

We meet disloyal usage from a friend?

Benjamin Keech

Boy where have I've been?

Boy where have I been I notice that the last time I have been here was on the 13th of December. Boy has this month fly by so fast. Each day is getting shorter n shorter I find myself loosing time. With that said I am going to leave you with a positive quoite for the day.

Living is a form of not being sure,

not knowing what next, or how. the

moment you know how, you begin to

die a little. The artist never entirely

knows. We guess. We may be wrong, 

but we take leap after leap in the dark.

Agnes de Mille

OPEN YOUR EYES

Open your eyes that you may see

The beauty that around you lies,

The misty loveliness of the dawn,

The glowing colors of the skies;

The child's bright eager eyes of blue,

The gnarled and wrinkled face of age,

The bird with crimson on his wing

Whose spirit never knew a cage;

The roadside's blooming goldenrod

So brave through summer's wind and heat,

The brook that rushes to the sea

With courage that naught may defeat.

Open your eyes that you may see

The wonder that around you lies;

It will enrich your every day

And make you glad and kind and wise.

Emma Boge Whisenland

WHO LOVES THE RAIN

Who loves the rain

And loves his home,

And looks on life with quiet eyes,

Him will I follow through the storm;

And at his heart-fire keep me warm;

Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul surprise,

Who loves the rain, 

And loves his home,

And looks on life with quiet eyes.

Frances Wills Shaw

Mystery of a SnowFlake

This was my favorite of all the zentangle snowflakes I made. This was traded right away, guess I was not the only one that like it. ..*smile*..

Snowflake

Ah, a mystery of a snowflake. 

It gently falls from the sky as silent as can be.

As each one falls each one is different

So delicate that it is impossible to see the

beautiful pattern of each snowflake.

Zentangle Snowflake

 

Over at ATCsforALL Nataliee was our Host she came up with a challenge that we should make a Zentangle snowflake. 

 

It was amazing to see all the different snowflakes that our members made. Not one was a like!

 

THE HUMAN TOUCH

Tis the human touch in this world that counts,

The touch of your hand and mine,

Which means far more to the fainting heart

Than shelter and rbead and wine;

For shelter is gone when the night is o'er,

And bread lasts only a day,

But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice

Sing on in the soul alway.

~Spencer Michael Free

POST CARDS

One day I was thinking, yes I was thinking can you believe that? My husband wanted to know what the noise was ..giggle.. well, as I was thinking I thought it would be nice to make up Post Cards of my Art maybe try to sale them or send them off in the mail to friends and family. 

A while back I was making these Fabric Chunkie Pages. Digitally I made a photograph of the pages then tweak them a bit for post cards here are my first 2 cards I want to make a set of 5 or 6 different views.

In the Garden are my Funky Flowers

here is the 2nd one...

Amazing what you can do with digital pictures!

THE RAINBOW

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a Man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The Child is Father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

William Wordsworth

I bet you thought this was going to be a beautiful poem about rainbows, this poor fella must have been very down when he wrote this poem.

Have a Beautiful day!

YOU NEVER CAN TELL

You never can tell when you send a word

Like an arrow shot from a bow

By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,

Just where it may chance to go.

It may pierce the breast of your dearest friend,

Tipped with its poison or balm,

To a stranger's heart in life's great mart

It may carry its pain or its calm.

You never can tell when you do an act

Just what the results will be,

But with every deed you are sowing a seed.

Though the harvest you may not see.

Each kindly act is an acorn dropped

In God's productive soil;

You may not know, but the tree shall grow

With shelter for those who toil.

You never can tell what your thoughts will do

In bringing you hate or love,

For thoughts are things, and their airy wings

Are swifter than carrier doves.

They follow the law of the universer-

Each thing must create its kind,

And they speed o'er the track to bring you back

Whatever went out from your mind.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Zentangle 150

I love making Zentangles here is one in the free form using the Verdigogh pattern along with other patterns I dreamed up. 

Zentangle 150

BLING CHUNKIE PAGES

My friend ArtstandingStranger a while back hosted a BLING Chunkie Page. I wanted to participate but at that time, well, my health was not the best I did not feel I should obligate myself. To my amazement one day visiting her admiring everyone chunkie pages she gave me one that she had made. Oh it's beautiful! So since I'm one of these people that says I'm not making chunkie pages I decided to make her one hoping it will come out okay. I'm not a Bling person more of a tom boy and shiny things don't always grab my attention. 

Ranie BLING for Diane

 

I base my BLING on a Couple of Lovers I use embossing powders, pearl ex, glitter, bling, beads, lace, clipart, metallic watercolor paints, threads and yarns. I had so much fun making this that I made myself one too. Now I have a total of 3 different chunkie pages for myself. This is so addicting. 

Ranie Bling Chunkie Page

 

Well, they are almost just alike a little different not much. I like to make an extra one for me. To be able to show off my work in person. Always looks so much better in person than a picture. I tend to give most of my stuff away. Now I beginning to have a nice display of my art.

 

Quote for the Day!

WE SHOULD REMEMBER MORE OF THE GOOD 

THAN OF THE BAD 

OR 

THE DIFFICULT

Vanity plyas lurid tricks with our memory.

Joseph Conrad

Fabric Chunkie Pages

Well I have said over and over again. I have NO intention to start making chunkie pages. Guess what I'm making chunkie pages. These are 4 x 4 pages made of fabric or paper. We take these pages turning them into a book. Well here are my fabric pages. Our Host over at ATCsforALL wanted them chunkie. I had come up with an idea then I suddenly decided I better re-checked and see if there was a theme we were to go by. ..giggle..oh my there was boy did it turn my idea up side down. The theme was In the Garden, my mind started ticking in the garden then I had a great idea ........

In the Garden are my Funky Flowers

I started out with 2 pieces of fabric with batting. Then I sewed a design hoping to make it stiffer, I wasn't too happy with it then I took some silk flowers and hand sculpted a bunch of  nylon faces. Then I attached a few on each page I made 8 pages. Once done with that I decided those funky flowers needed something more so I went into my stash found some fuzzy yarn putting that around their faces now that dress it up a bit. Still something else was 

needed oh my goodness they were bald needed to fix that! I got some glue and glitter out gave them a funky looking cap still looked a bit plain, decided to add beads and buttons and so much more. My first chunky page and it had to be fabric. Lots of hand sewing a lot of work. I kept 3 giving one to a friend of mine here at home, two for myself, that means I sent 5 to UK. Now I am patiently waiting to received four pages back from four different artist. Once I get them back I get to turn them into a book. Now that is going to be interesting!

SATURDAY NIGHT

This is a cute little poem dated 1852 about a young child taught that she could not play on Sunday!

Now Dolly, my dear,

I pray you come here;

And work is all done;

I'll put you to bed, for to-morrow is Sunday,

And I'll not see you again until Monday.

you don't want to go?

But you ought to know

That it is by right;

So, Dolly, good-night:

You must lie without noise or crying till Monday,

For you know we ought not to play on Sunday.

author unknown

GOD BE WITH YOU

May His Counsels Sweet uphold you,

And His Loving Arms enforld you,

As you journey on your way.

May His Sheltering Whings protect you,

And His Light Divine direct you,

Turning Darkness into day.

May His Potent Peace surround you,

And His Presence linger with you,

As your inner, golden ray.

Author Unknown