I cannot find words to describe the devastating loss of one of America’s well known basketball phenom who was taken in an accident that took place yesterday with Kobe Bryant and his thirteen year old daughter Gianna. Kobe played guard for the Lakers who selected him with the 13th pick in the 1996 NBA draft from the Charlotte Hornets. He became a legend in his basketball career and was known worldwide. Kobe Bryant was a family man, a wonderful husband and father of four daughters and was taken at such a young age of 41.

I was once a fan of the Lakers when I lived in California and was fortunate to attend a game in 1980 and watch my favorite, Kareem Abdul Jabbar whom I wrote my English paper on in 9th grade. I was also fortunate to have seen Magic Johnson in action in L.A. Below are the ones who lost their lives in the crash May they all rest in peace and may God bring peace to their families who now live with the aftermath of losing their loved one. The Lakers were fortunate to have Kobe Bryant be a part of their team. Fly high Kobe, fly high and touch the sky…

The Beacon

There are many destinations I can think of to journey to and be back in the same day. I’m best known as a “day-tripper” and on a whim from time to time that’s what I do. Today was no exception and when my son called to invite me to have lunch at the Beacon, there was no second thought to be had. I agreed immediately. And so, the journey began.

TheBeacon is located in Spartanburg, S.C. my old stomping grounds being that I was born in Cowpens just down the road. Its been a place I have been to ever since I can remember and my family continues to visit at least once a year. To me, the best way to describe the Beacon is chili cheeseburger-a-plenty and piles of sweet onion rings and french fried potatoes. It’s a southern landmark and an American tradition who serves the most Iced Tea in the U.S.A. It’s definitely not a dieter’s place of choice but one you need to experience at least once in your life.

Many Presidents of our Nation have been catered to by this fast food diner and President Bush made claims that it was his favorite restaurant of all time. There may be a good chance you have seen the episode of the Beacon on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives hosted by Guy Fieri. After spending several hours with JC Stroble a Beacon employee for over 54 years who schooled Fieri in calling orders, Fieri found a new respect for fast food after visiting the Beacon. He learned what “a-plenty” was which is exactly what it means, a plenty of food! If you order a cheeseburger-a-plenty this is what your plate will look like.

JC taught Fieri that a large order of fries is “a big potato” and a large order of onion rings is a “big onion,” and that’s how they all it, It’s a totally different perception but just “a-plenty” of either that you order. Had you had the privilege of seeing JC in action you would have been not only amazed, but entertained as well. I was fortunate to have my photo taken with JC Stroble just before he died, but that photo unfortunately has been lost. But this place is one of our favorite places to hang out every now and then.

After lunch we drove through downtown Spartanburg and into Cowpens where I was born. I always get a little emotional when visiting there as both my parents and my middle brother are buried there along with my sister’s little girl. But I managed to get a few photos riding through.

We even stopped to donate blood. But for me, I was unable to give blood today because my blood pressure was up and they refused to take it. It could have been from the food earlier.

If you have never tried the Beacon, I highly recommend the “slice” which is what I always get. I also suggest you go just to be a part of the ordering line. It will make you wonder how they keep up with all those orders being called in and if one of the employees finds a minute to breathe, they will come over and speak to you and make you feel at home.

As I am ending this blog, we are planning our next day trip to go mining. There is an amethyst mine I’ve got my eyes on and I’m ready to get down and dirty with it. We may even take a tent and camp there overnight, it really depends on the weather. I am so looking forward to that trip and who knows, I might just get lucky.

Battered Broken and Bruised

Today has been a wonderful day for me. I’ve been out and about enjoying the cloudy cold morning breathing in cool fresh air and to me it’s reviving to the soul. As I was out, tears filled my eyes, not of sadness but of joy. There are so many things I do not understand and the one thing that stands out for me is the voice of God who seems to speak to me at odd hours of the dark morning. In fact, He wakes me up to encourage me then fills me with unequivocal , sustaining peace that I cannot explain…

If you know me and know of my past few years of living life at my lowest point, then you might understand why I write about it often. But no one on this earth can truly understand and feel the words I say unless they have been there and done that. I write for those who are experiencing scarring effects from being broken just like me. In my tears last night, I prayed to God thanking Him for His mercies on my life. I committed to Him everything about me and left it at “my life is in your hands.” A few hours later, I was awakened and that small still voice brought me to tears once again when He told me that I was in a cleansing and resting period. I questioned God and then told Him what He already knew; “I cannot get life right. I mess up sometimes and say things I should not out of anger which still resides in my heart, and even though I ask for forgiveness, I still mess up.” God then told me that’s why I am in a cleansing period. He is healing me of things that have rooted deeply and have grown into ugly weeds in my life.

I continued my conversation telling God that I had lost my way, my dreams and I have completely reclused myself from the world aside from the few I trust, of course He already knew this and assured me that He is fully restoring to me that which was lost. You see, being battered by life’s storms and broken by it’s wrath will bruise you beyond recognition. It will change you and make you more appreciative of life itself and the blessings of God He has waiting for you. I have to say, it is hard, very hard, let me reiterate and say it’s extremely difficult to even remotely give God praise when darkness is your breath than it is when the sun is shining brightly.

Romans 8:28, “that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” Those of us who suffer in the dark of the midnight, we gain a sense of appreciation that cannot be obtained in no other way even though we have been battered to no end, beaten down, broken beyond being broken and bruised in ways no one could possibly understand. There was a time I felt indispensable, that I had to be there or else, or if anything happened to me everything would go wrong, that my work could not survive without me, but to my surprise, God proved me wrong. In fact, I’ve learned that God was there with me every step of the way leading me through things I never thought I would have survived much less endured. I had to learn the hard way even through that dreadful night when life should have ended for me and four others in that car accident in April of 2018. In fact, it was the very date my brother drowned years prior to this on April 22nd.

I want to encourage you now. I have seen things, experienced things that no one should have to go through. I have learned lessons that I didn’t even realize I needed schooling for, but I did. My eyes have been opened and my life enriched from these experiences and now it is my duty to help you through your difficult days. Most times, we do not know the reason nor have answers for all the things such as God’s dealings but we can be assured God knows what he is doing in our troubles. It is hard to understand that fact but understand we must, and it’s hard to accept that He has to put us down, make us sit still to teach us quietness and stillness while He molds and makes us into what we are supposed to be.

In all these things, in all your sufferings, while you are being tested and tried, hang tight and keep in mind God’s wonderful promise that He will never leave you nor forsake you even though it might feel like it. It will be a very scary time in your life and I will not sugar coat these trials and tell you everything will be fine. When you go through them, it’s going to hurt and be painful and like me you will wonder when it will ever end. This is the time to let go and let God! This is the time to place your life in His hands completely. He may take things from you, remove people in your life He sees will be a hindrance in your future, but these takings are nothing compared to his givings. This is the time to trust with your whole heart the one who created you, this is the time your faith is going to be exercised for the very purpose of growing your faith. This is the time to cry, and realize your humanistic ways will come to fruition and it’s okay, God understands oh how well He understands!

If you are reading this and you can relate, then you know or will quickly learn exactly what Job said when he uttered the words that we are “miserable comforters” until we have suffered ourselves. And our personal experiences gives us rights to bring the greatest comfort and peace to others who are being battered, broken and bruised themselves. The biggest mistake you can make is comparison! Never compare yourself to anyone or what they have gone through. Never complain about those who don’t go through fiery trials because in reality, some people do not belong to God or they are worthless from a standpoint of fruit and service and keep in mind, “whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth.”

I’ll leave you with this:

“If we could push ajar the gates of life, and stand within and all God’s workings see, we could interpret all this doubt and strife, and for each mystery we’d find the key.

But not today! Then be content, poor heart; God’s plans like lilies pure and white unfold; we must not tear the close-shut leaves apart; time will reveal the calyxes of gold.

And when through patient toil we reach the land when tired feet with sandals loosed may rest, when we shall clearly know and understand, I know that we shall say God’s way was best.” Anonymous Poet

Don’t Dull Your Shine

Today has been one for the books. My mama always said, there will be days like this and of course I deal with it and go on. But I question those who feel the need to scrutinize your efforts when you want to put your best self forward and make yourself presentable. I mean, is it really bad that someone wants to give of themselves the best they can?

During my brisk, long walk in the cold today, I gave thought to those who criticize me when I post a selfie. There was once someone I was in a relationship with whom constantly down-rated my profile pics always insisting I was desperate for attention, yet he was constantly telling other women how beautiful they were and being a double standard in my opinion. I like changing out my profile pic and not keeping the same one up forever. It is social media you know, where people come on-line to meet and to catch up. It’s like going out for coffee, you don’t wear the same outfit and look the same every time you go out.

I have also had two other women in my entire life who have wanted to do my makeup for me insisting their way was much better, yet neither hardly wear any at all. What? Am I suppose to trust them when they certainly don’t know how to do their own upkeep? I should think not. It is my opinion that these women have a bit of jealousy and might consider me a threat in some way being that I like to do maintenance on myself. For me, it’s not about dominance and prestige, nor am I trying to seek attention for Christ’s sake.

When I do my make-up every morning, I’m not concerned with how people are going to view me for what I wear or how much. I do it because it makes me feel good! It’s fun, I love make-up and have since I was a child. I also love stilettos but had to give them up for a couple of years because of sciatica from working way too hard 12 hours or more a day, but I have returned. But how I fix myself up is an expression of who I am and it’s my outlet to demonstrate to the world the way I feel without having to say a word. Sometimes, I go fresh and natural, other times I wear a fierce lip, false eyelashes and just go all-out glam. We’ve all heard the old expression, “a little paint never hurt an old barn.” Maybe not the best idiom, but for some, diamonds are a girl’s best friend and that’s including me, but make-up is also a woman’s best friend and some of us have a very close relationship with our make-up routine.

Makeup is also a way to hide things that we are not able to correct on our own. I for one have developed dark spots and yes, I am self-conscious about it, but the power of a good concealer is like manna from heaven. It’s a miracle and I do partake! Not once have I ever worn make-up to try and impress a guy nor will I ever do that, I do make-up because it is who I am!

For all of you women out there and young girls who are discovering the love, you are beautiful whether you wear make-up or not. Never feel pressured, only wear make-up because YOU want to and never let another woman try to knock your tiara off because she is insecure, or some guy who is controlling and jealous, because all this says more about the guy than it does you who is only trying to feel good about herself. If your guy is out there making every other woman feel good about herself other than you, time to rethink that relationship honey. Post your selfies and let the haters hate, there are those who will appreciate you and your efforts.

Girls, never dull your shine because someone else can’t handle it. There is nothing wrong with wanting to make people think you are awesome because you are. To all you haters and insecure people, real happiness can be found when you stop trying to dull life for everyone else. Sweep around your own back door and take care of you and leave us to take care of our own selves. Here’s a selfie of me from yesterday and today, because I can…

Yesterday on my walk…
Today, returning from my walk…

Lemons, But No Lemonade

This is one of those days when everything that can go wrong, went wrong! I try to stay positive and write about positive things, but not everyday is all lemonade. Not everyday is optimistic and this morning has been no exception. I woke up to events that have taken my blood pressure to an all-time high as one bad thing after another was lined up and ready to take a punch at me. But I’ve been around enough to know rather than focusing on those problems, I need to focus on a solution. So, in reality, if those were indeed real lemons thrown at me, I certainly would make a killer batch of homemade southern lemonade, but we all know lemons are sour and represent life’s challenges. The only time you have a sweet lemon is when you are drinking lemonade.

As I sat there dwelling in a simmering pot of negativity, I heard a small, still voice remind me, “my mercies are new every morning.” Now if you know me you know I am an analytical type person. I am that person who dissects every word and digs my heels into the world of knowledge to gain a better reasoning or understanding. Lamentations 3:22-23 tells us that God’s mercies are new…Every morning! I look at that word “new” and ponder on the true meaning. Websters defines “new” as not existing before; made, introduced, or discovered recently or now for the first time. If God’s mercies are new every morning, that would have to mean that the new mercy this morning did not exist yesterday morning.

I take a look at the Hebrew word for “new” and it does not mean just reoccurring again and again, it literally means “different.” So today’s mercy is different than what it was yesterday on a whole different scale. It is something I am experiencing for the first time in reality. God’s mercy was enough for me today to tackle all of those sour lemons thrown at me from every direction and it was His mercy and grace that whispered in my ear when all I felt like doing was throw my hands up and crying. He gently swayed me back to letting me know, His mercy is new and refreshing for me this day with enough to get me through the difficult negativity that had bombarded me.

Now let me take it a little further. God’s mercy being new every single day are miracles that will never be repeated again. That gives me a whole new perspective on how loving and gracious God really is! I wanted to take a look, a deeper view into all of these new mercies. So, I took my age and multiplied it by 365 days, then added the number of days since my last birthday. I want you to do the same, just to gain a little fraction of understanding of how awesome God really is. My number I came up with was, 21,210 days I’ve been alive. That is 21, 210 new, “NEW” mercies God has provided me with since birth. That’s a large number and I’m probably giving my age away, but I don’t keep it a secret to begin with.

21, 210 days of life given to me so far is synonymous with the different loads of mercy I’ve been shown. That is excessive and the numbers grow each and every morning I awake. I am different and unique from any of you and it is the same with you. We each are a testament to God who created us. Today, I have learned through my negativity towards life that God is merciful no matter what. I cannot do anything about it nor do I want to. I can choose to believe it or not because God has blessed me with a free will. He doesn’t push Himself on us, but he does extend those mercies. Those are gifts to us. How can you not go to your knees and thank the good Lord above for His kindness and grace? Calculate your days on earth and remember you are here because God gave life to you and every single morning when you open your eyes, there is “new” mercies awaiting you that you don’t even know about.

You don’t know what you’re going to face from one day to the next, but with the grace and mercies of God we can be assured He is extending His promises and if you are breathing you should always be thankful that you are! I don’t know about you, but I love that God always shows up in ways I am unaware of and is ready to hide me under the shadow of His wings. That’s where He gently and lovingly reminds me of who and what He is to me! While I was falling apart this morning, and for good reason, there were new mercies there to help me through it. Those lemons are no longer sour to me. With God’s help I was able to turn them into the sweet lemonade so-to-speak and I was able to bask in the goodness of God and thank Him for never leaving me nor forsaking me.

I have my own praise to offer up to God. My own praise that no one else in this world can praise Him for. So do you!

What are you praising Him for today?

True North

Last night was the first night in weeks I sang karaoke due to upper respiratory issues. If you know me, you know I love to sing but I’m no singer, I certainly don’t claim to be but I think I do good to carry a tune in a bucket and that’s paramount. (laughing here)

This blog isn’t about singing, it’s about a thought I found myself contemplating while singing Nat King Cole’s, “When I Fall In Love.” At my age, my years or days are numbered and the second half of my life is flying by and with all the peacefulness and serenity I’m suppose to enjoy in this second phase, I find myself still battling depression and debating that big elephant in the room called “death!” No, I’m not afraid to die, but while saying that, I’m also not ready for my final breath.

While contemplating peace and serenity, I also contemplated the “L” word, LOVE! I’ve always been a die hard romantic, you can find that in my poetry, it’a another shade of me that I don’t expound upon for the most part it’s because I really don’t think I have experienced it. I thought I had but like most of the returns I received, they were superficial almost comedic like relationships always leaving me to wonder what true love really is.

They say romantic horizons shrink when we age, and people settle for what is possible ignoring the desirable and precisely this is what people compromise in latter years. But in my mind, I still wonder what it must feel like to truly be in love with someone and to be able to express myself the way my heart longs to. I long to have my True North and if my legacy existed on a single wall, I think that’s what you would read about. I’ve always had my own idea of what true romance is, a more than a feeling experience, a deep encounter that you can only be experienced, not explained! Some have referred to me as a “wordsmith” when it comes to my poetry and maybe it’s my hand print in life because I can define through the written word what my heart longs for.

My True North is more than a memory I wish to have, it’s my narrative I long to tell as those common threads weave together the lacking inside my soul. I’ve been close, but I’ve been disappointed as well but to understand my life story you have to embrace all of it, the good and the bad. I’ve seen good, but for the most part I’ve seen the bad. I’ve tried to find my True North in the eyes of those who said they loved me, but intuition told a different story and how right intuition always was and is! I suppose my inner gut could be my True North so-to -speak, always warning me that something isn’t right. Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t blessed in that area, but then again, it has saved me many times.

But as life would have it, here I am writing about it rather than living it. However, deep down inside I still have it, and maybe, just maybe someday it won’t go to waste after all. In the receptacles of my thoughts, I see myself carrying this untamed longing to my grave and in actuality, it might just be a “it is what it is” reality and if so, then so be it. But no one can take away what resides deep within my walls. I have so much to offer and to give but not to someone who is so willing to play “roulette” with every female that comes along. And, if you were to ask me, that’s the story you would get, the only narrative I know, the one where I tell you, “it could have been me, but I’m not the only one on his list” story.

I’m not sad or dismayed today, it’s a thought I wandered into last night while belting out,” when I fall in love, it will be completely. Or I’ll never give my heart. And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too, is when I fall in love with you.” Indeed, our True North is when we know the other feels the same as we do without compromise and with all the trust that I’m sure must exist. That True North that doesn’t leave you feeling like you’re the second choice, or the last resort, you know, the go-to in case things don’t work out with the secrets you happen to know about….If you haven’t found your True North, never say never!!!


Happy Birthday Ron!

Ron K. Kennedy III

37 years ago today at this exact time I’m starting this blog which is 4:23 p.m., I gave birth to my first born, my son, Ron. He’s the third of a line of Ron’s and the only family member to receive a doctorate degree. He’s kind, witty, highly intelligent, thoughtful and very loving. He has a heart of gold and would give the shirt off his back. He loves strong and hard and protects those he loves. There is never a dull moment when he is around. He is a father of two, Nicholas and Trinity, and loves them both with all of his heart. His world becomes different when he has his children around, it’s as if nothing else matters.

When Ron was born, I felt that no one would ever love him as much as me, I felt the same when my second son, Daniel, was born. (More on Daniel when I do a blog on him on his birthday.) Before he started kindergarten, he would sit in the floor with an old computer and take it apart down to the wiring and put it back. I knew he was different and that he would be very intelligent. Such a proud mommy.

Ron has been involved in many big deals such as wrestling ( and was being watched by Vince McMahon) and was rising fast until his accident that almost cost him his leg. He’s preached on big stages and at Christian Rock events. And rubbed elbows with Celebrities.

Ron has a heart for those that cannot do for themselves, and has put together events where he gathered volunteers to fix up people’s homes.

He loves hiking and hunting alligators with his mom. He loves the beach and the mountains and I was very fortunate to show him the only standing cabin left on Huntington Island, in Beaufort, S.C. where my parents took me on vacation growing up.

Yes, this blog is mainly photos, but it is what it is.

But I love the special moments when we can share in each other’s time. There is nothing better to me than being with my boys. They are my life and the love is unconditional and I pray God will keep them safe always. Someday, I have to say goodbye but in my heart, I know we will be together again on the other side.

Happy Birthday Ron, may you have many many more and remember, your mother loves you to the moon and back a billion times over and nothing will ever take that away…

The Feast Of The Five Thousand

Sometimes I go on a mental journey that often leaves me in a pickle. This morning was one of those so-called trips as I took myself to Bethsaida a place along the northwest side of the sea of Galilee, a place far far away from where I reside, a place I know nothing about nor have I ever seen, but my imagination casts an idea. I see mountains surrounding the area and a lot of green grass and sheep to boot. But in my little imaginary trip, I also see, Jesus Christ, the good Shepherd standing right in the middle of a mass of a different kind of sheep. Humans!

I can only imagine Jesus and His disciples trudging along a hot dusty road going from village to village spreading the gospel. They must have fought their way against dusty hot winds and blowing sands on many occasions, but not this particular day. More than likely, they were crossing over the sea, (which by the way, isn’t a real sea, it is a freshwater lake in Israel and is referred to as a sea because of traditions), maybe returning from a fishing trip the guys were enjoying. But in my mind, a defining moment was about to be discovered and lessons learned as the miracle that was already in the making began to unfold as I see the face of Jesus in awe as he sees the mass of people awaiting Him on the shore.

Being that I don’t have a photo of this more than awesome event, I am using a modern day photo of a mass of folks just for imagery purposes.

If truth be known, Jesus knew long before he landed on shore that there would be a lot of people waiting for Him because he was used to being followed and had to fight His way through large gatherings at times or so my imagination thinks. But upon arrival, panic struck His disciples, but not Jesus, no, Jesus was cool as a cucumber and calm when His disciples wanted to send everyone away. I can just see Him now in my mind. Turning looking over the sea, smiling big thanking His Father above for such a day as this. Perhaps He was thinking, “it’s time to teach the boys a thing or two” and as He turned back toward the crowd there were the disciples congregated around Him with a dozen voices talking at once; “hey Jesus, we need to send these people home it’s going to be dark soon, they are hungry and they might want to catch a big show at the nearest amphitheater.” But Jesus had a better idea.

There was a young boy among the five thousand that day who happened to have a basket of five loaves of barley bread and two fish. When I think of this lad carrying his own lunch around it reminds me of my youth when we had bagged lunches at school that we could take outside to eat rather than eating in the cafeteria on special occasions. This kid was smart! He didn’t show up empty handed expecting to sit through a waiting period then a message before having something to eat. He brought it with him. But to his dismay, one of the disciples discovers the very small feast and tells Jesus. Can you see Jesus about to bust out a loud laugh? “Bring that boy to me!” Can you also imagine what those disciples were thinking at that very moment? Just maybe they thought Jesus was going to snatch the little boy’s lunch and have it for Himself, I highly doubt it, but it’s possible. But as reality would have it, this was a defining moment in time and a miracle status was in the making.

When Jesus took the little basket, He did not feed the crowd with it, instead He prayed over it and blessed it. He broke the bread and handed each disciple a little portion. It would become their duty to feed the crowd. This had to be a mic drop moment. I can see it now, each disciple holding a small chunk of bread slowly assessing the huge mass of people then turning to Jesus asking, “what are we suppose to do with this?” As Jesus stands there shaking His head at the naivety of his followers, I see him rolling His eyes as He says, ” feed the people! ” But once again those same dozen voices began disputing what He commanded and If Jesus had a wrist watch back then, I am almost pretty sure this is where he yawns and looks at the watch but instead He is about to shatter those pint-size suggestions being offered Him and demonstrate that “little becomes much when placed in God’s hands.”

I love the scripture from Ephesians 3:20. “Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly than all we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to Him be the glory…..” this should change the way you look at your problems, the way you think and the way you trust! When you place your little in the hands of God, that little becomes much so much so, that he wants to lavish you with more than enough! After feeding five thousand people that day from the little five barley loaves and two fish, everyone felt satisfied because they ate to their hearts content, not only were they satisfied, but there was twelve baskets of leftovers. That’s huge! That’s more than they could have possibly asked for or thought to ask for as God went over and beyond what Jesus prayed over that meal that day.

This is one of my favorite miracles in the Bible. It certainly puts a fire under my faith and boosts my trust in God. It makes me feel so small when I complain because complaints are nothing more than doubts. No matter how big your problem seems to be towering over you, to God, it’s just a little fish and a barley loaf that He is ready to break open and provide for your need. Nothing is impossible with God! With God, ALL things are possible! There’s a miracle waiting for you…

New Year Kick Off

I gave it much thought over the Holidays what I would do to make my new year my best ever. I did not make any resolutions because I do that on a daily basis. I learned in years past, making resolutions never was fully achieved throughout the year meaning I chalked them up as yet another year of unfulfilled success. I have started new eating habits back a couple of months ago that I have stuck with and I will continue to keep a close eye on that. I’ve vowed to try new experiences, and one I have recently tried will certainly be a part of my life until I die. Quilling!

I saw a video on YouTube back in 2018 that sparked my interest and finally this past Christmas, my son bought me a quilling kit. I remembered as a child I use to take paper and wrap it around my pencil to make scrolls, I must have learned that at school but I had no idea back then it was called quilling and it’s origin goes back to the 15th century and it’s believed that the French and Italian nuns decorated religious things like crosses and they sold these pieces to save money. I have fallen in love with the craft and am going full force with it.

I am new at this and it proves one needs patience or this is not for you. I have had some to ask me, what is quilling? Paper quilling is an art where you cut paper strips then roll them on a quilling needle then pinch the rolled strips into shapes, you glue the pieces together. To me, it’s like painting on canvas only you paint with paper. But it becomes more tedious when you are doing your own design. First , you draw your design on paper, then figure out lengths and sizes of paper strips you will need. If you do not have these strips in the quilling strips you purchase at the store, then you make your own meaning you need a paper cutter and cutting board. I do not have these things yet, so I am quilling with what I have in my kit, but my little crafting table is growing with other supplies I’ve been stocking up on.

Allow me to show you a few of my projects I’ve played around with and made so far. I have made several angels and snowflakes with different designs, and have sold some. I love quilling as it helps keep my mind off of things that tend to send me into depression so to me, it’s therapy and I think I might enjoy making a little profit here and there…

Some of these designs above are plain and simple, then there are those that have a “wow” factor. I’ve sold the snowflake above and the white angels. The orange one was just a practice piece that is actually missing a piece I accidentally left out, but I had already glued it together so that’s that.

These are my love cats and birds, this is also a practice design for a bigger project in the making.

I started doing crosses and fell in love with all the techniques that you can use to create beautiful designs.

I also love the flower techniques that I find absolutely incredible including roses that look like real roses which I’ll share my design in another blog as I have a few projects going on canvas.

I did a project last night that I call my “Lady Antebellum” that took a long time to create as it has layers I used to create dimension.

I have a project in mind that comes from a dream I had a few nights ago that I’m looking forward to creating. It will be done on a large canvas using acrylic iridescent paints for a background and the rest will be my quilling design. I won’t spill the beans just yet, but will save that for a later date. If you haven’t tried quilling and would enjoy a new hobby, then I highly recommend it, but beware, it will keep you busy for hours and if you have cats, well you can just imagine how creative they would like to get with your projects so keep them in a safe place.

Happy New year earthlings!