Friday, March 23, 2018

Prints to Wood Board Tutorial

Being an artist, sometimes I just have to do something creative to keep sane.  I have wanted to add scripture art to my home ever since we remodeled a couple of years ago.  I have been working on this idea for a while.  Isn't the Fruit of the Spirit just the cutest for a kitchen?  Especially, with these cute little prints.
Finished project.  Please excuse the messy counter.  

My kitchen style is sort of a 50's farmhouse.  It is a combination of bright 50's style and rustic farmhouse.  I have touches of kitchy mixed in with industrial finishes, like galvanized metal. 

I had a little problem with the printer, but managed to get them all printed.

To make the cute prints I used a scrapbook program on my computer.  I found some clip art, and used some fun fonts to make these look like vintage images.  I love using this program for so many projects.  It has been a lifesaver for my kids class projects, and I even have used it for the signs we put on our vegetable stand.  I had planned on printing these out at an office supply store, but I decided to try using my own printer.   They actually turned out pretty true to color.

The great board I found out by the barn.  I hope my hubby didn't have a plan for it.

I went out to the barn hoping to find a piece of wood that was a little rough looking, and wide enough to paste the prints to.  I actually think I would like to try to find a wider board and do this again, but since the cost me almost nothing, I will live with it for now until I find the perfect board.

I measured the width of the board, and printed the images to the right size.  Once they were printed out, I cut them to fit.

I brushed the board off with a stiff dry brush.  I didn't do any deep cleaning or sanding of the board, just the dry brush to take off any bumpy debris.

Craft glue, sponge brush, and putty knife were all I needed to stick the prints to the board.

Spread the glob of glue

 Using craft glue and the sponge brush, I poured a glob of glue on the back of one of the prints and spread it out to cover the entire piece of paper, making sure to really coat the edges and corners.

Using the putty knife carefully press the print onto the board.
I made sure the prints were evenly spaced before I permanently stuck them down.  I tried to stick the first one down with just my hands, but some of the glue was on my fingertips.  The glue stuck to the print and it looks dirty now.  It's still cute, so I left it alone.  But I used the putty knife for the rest.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

The Village

The small village was situated in a fertile landscape.  One side of the village was lined by woods and the rest of the village was surrounded by meadows and fields.  Each morning the people of the village would begin their day, with joy at knowing they were doing something that would benefit the whole village. 

The Woodcutter, whose cottage was on the north side of the village, would head out whistling as he went.  He loved to join the singing birds each daybreak.  His wife who cared for many of the children in the village would open the gate and cottage door, and throw open the shutters on the windows.  She always loved to hear the chatter of the children as they made their way from their homes to hers for the day.  She would teach them to read, sing, clean house, which of course was one of her favorite things to teach.  She also taught them the history of their village and families.  This joyful arrangement was also helpful to the other villagers who had daily tasks to accomplish.

The Baker and her husband worked joyfully together.  They would make the most delicious foods each day.

At the edge of town near the fields was the Miller.  He was a steady and diligent worker, and enjoyed the detailed work of his craft.  His wife would weave and spin fibers into the most beautiful cloth and yarn for the seamstresses to make into garments.

Each person in the village had a task, and they were satisfied in their work.  There were hunters, builders, farmers, and shepherds.  They would share what they had with their neighbors.  The village was a strong community.

At the end of each week the villagers would gather together and share their week with each other.  There would be tables full of foods, games to play in the meadow, singing and dancing, classes featuring a skilled task, and many different instruments to play and learn.

The news of this happy village traveled around the countryside.  Soon, people from surrounding villages began to come to the gathering.  They were welcomed with open hearts.  The gathering grew.  There were new trades being taught, new songs, new instruments, and new friends.  Some would come with gifts of food or tools, and others would come with gifts of art and knowledge.  Some would come and really have nothing to offer but their willingness to learn.

Weeks went by and the gathering continued to grow.  It was, most certainly, appreciated by all who had been there.  People were considered equals.  Their experiences and knowledge were shared and respected.  The villager's joy of knowing that what they were sharing was being sent out to other communities only made the satisfaction in their work more treasured.

One day a man who was small of stature entered the village around gathering time.  He looked almost like the troll that came from under the bridge.  His hair was scraggly, and his beard was matted.  He had a foul smell.  His clothes were unkempt and raggedy.  He was dirty from head to toe, of which you could tell because he wore no shoes.   

He came boldly, almost defiantly, but it was obvious that that was a ruse.  He was afraid that because of his presence, he would be rejected.  His attitude was that of a man scrambling to prove his worth.  The villagers, without even a thought, included him as a guest just like the rest.  He was treated no differently than the others.

The rumpled little man had felt so accepted that he decided to move to the village.  He bought a small cottage, and began to explore where he could be most useful.  He tried working in the fields.  He sat with the children, and learned how to read and write.  He worked with the shepherds, and miller, and hunters.  It seemed that wherever you turned he had been or was there.

At gathering he was working on something different each week.  He would serve food, help the skilled tradesmen present their trade, and even run the games.  He would dance and laugh.  He even tried to play the fiddle once, but decided to beat the drum instead.  He thought he would wait until he had studied the fiddle a little more, since the squeaking caused all the dogs in the village to howl in agony. 

But some of the guests didn’t think that such a person, not concerned with his appearance, should play any role of leadership.  He was unskilled, he was unlearned, and well, the stench.  These guests began to discuss their displeasure throughout the week at their own homes and villages.  It seemed that each week, at gathering, the attitude of equality was lowered. 

They began to make snide remarks if the little man made a mistake.  They began to say that his worth was directly linked to his presence.  Oh, the murmuring of the crowd when he tripped and spilled the barrel of grain during the Miller’s presentation.  Or the time he caught the centerpiece on fire when he put the lantern to close.

Some of the guests decided to start their own gathering in their own village.  They said it was easier for the elderly in their village to stay closer to home.  In private, though, they really thought that they could make a better gathering.  Some of the guests decided to discuss their displeasure with the villagers.  They came into town saying that they wanted to buy some extra rolls for a special dinner they were having with family in their own village.  While they were at the Baker’s shop, they waited until they saw the Miller come in with bags of flour. 

Their conversation quickly changed from pleasantries to one of pointed, although unsolicited advice.  They said it was out of concern for the reputation of the village.  They said that they were concerned that such a wonderful program was now being talked about with disgust in other villages, and the word was even traveling to far away villages.  They said that to be equal one must try to keep themselves presentable.  They threatened to leave if nothing was said to the little man about trying to be a little nicer on gathering day.  He needed to take better care of himself.  It was for his own good, by the way.

The Baker and her husband, and the Miller were saddened by this news.  Things had been going along so nicely.  They simplicity of just sharing knowledge and experience with others, had now been turned into a program.  They had not seen that happening.  It just crept in so slowly.

They needed time to work this over in their minds.  They decided that nothing should be done right now, but that each one should go home and think on it.

The Miller was very sad that night, and of course, his wife knew something was wrong.  The two of them talked for many hours into the night.  At the Baker’s she and her husband felt like a huge burden was dropped on their shoulders.  They tried to sleep, but only a fitful night lay before them.

As the Baker walked her young son to the Woodcutter’s cottage the next morning, she tried to keep her countenance light.  When the Woodcutter’s wife saw her, she just embraced her dear friend, and cried with her, not even knowing why.  Without a word, as to the source, the sadness spread through the village. 

At gathering that week, the murmuring continued, and now sadness was brought to the table with the foods.  Even the little man had lost the pep in his step.  Some of the guests thought that he must have been reprimanded, because he had lost his flamboyance.  They still wondered at his filth, and ragged clothes, but they thought to give it time to straighten out.

The guests that had brought this supposed issue to light, decided not to come back to the gathering.  They felt they had shared their gift of proper program management, and they were obviously needed in the newly established gatherings in other villages.

The Baker and her husband, and the Miller and his wife continued to meet and discuss the changes that had occurred since the unwelcomed visit from the guests.  But they were committed to not change anything in how the gathering would continue.

Week after week the gathering continued to decrease as guests stopped coming. The villagers continued to come to gathering, and the sadness began to lose its grip.  Joy filled in after the grief moved out.  Very few guests came to gathering anymore, but the villagers did not mind.  They continued to share new experiences and knowledge with each other.  They raised their children with the knowledge of equality instilled deep in their hearts.

Not one of the villagers had left during the time of sadness.  This was their home.  They did not choose their home based on the success of the gathering, but on the people they shared their life with.   The people hadn’t changed, they had just entered into a new phase for a time.  The villagers came out of the sadness stronger than before.  They realized that the sadness had been a gift.

The little man found his place.  He was a helper.  He carried straw for bedding down the animals, he took the children into the woods to learn about what was edible, he hauled bags of flour, and he planted flowers along the streets.  He studied the fiddle, and was even able to play a few notes without the accompaniment of the village dogs.  He found that he really liked the drums.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Black Bean Avocado Salad


1 - 15 oz can black beans
1 bunch green onions, sliced
1/2 cup tomato, diced
1/2 cup cilantro, chopped
1 avocado, diced
1/2 cup cucumber, diced
Red wine vinegar, to taste

Mix all together.  Serve over spring greens or spinach.  


Monday, February 20, 2017

Thick and Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies

2 cups + 2 Tbs all-purpose flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
3/4 cup butter
1 cup brown sugar, packed
1/2 cup sugar
1 large egg
1 egg yolk
2 tsp vanilla extract
1-1/2 cups chocolate chips
1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)

Preheat oven to 325 degrees.  Mix flour, baking soda and salt together, set aside.  Mix butter and sugars in mixer until well combined.  Beat in egg, egg yolk and vanilla.  Add dry ingredients and beat at low speed until just combined.  Stir in chocolate chips and walnuts.  Using a cookie scoop, place cookies two inches apart on greased or parchment-lined cookie sheets.

Bake 10-12 minutes or until cookies are golden brown.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

The Story of Loved and Trying

Trying is inspired by Loved to be a better person. He says, “Because I love Loved, and I appreciate how I have been inspired by him, I want to honor him by doing better with my life.”

Trying sets out to accomplish something that he knows will honor Loved. He works hard and masters This. He has an opportunity to show Loved one day what he has done.

He brings This to Loved and says, “Because I appreciate how you have inspired me to do better in my life, and I wanted to show you that I value you, I have accomplished This.”

Loved replies with a waive of his hand, “Pfft, well while you were spending all of your time focused on This you neglected That.”

Loved’s response hits Trying like a chisel and hammer hit a stone. A huge painful chunk of Trying is ripped off with that blow. However, Trying, knowing that Loved is right, he has neglected That, goes out again.

Trying says to himself, “I appreciate Loved, I value his opinion, and I have neglected That. I will show Loved that I can do better.”

Trying goes out and repairs what he has neglected. He comes back to Loved and says, “Loved, you were right, I did neglect That while I was working on This. I am sorry. I want you to know that I listen to your opinion. I want to grow and be a better person. I have gone out and fixed what I neglected.”

Loved barely even looks at Trying or his work. Loved just looks beyond Trying and points to Something Else, and says, “Look Trying, I don’t really understand why you think you need to keep boasting about what you can do. I don’t really care about This or That. All I see is that you don’t even try to take care of Something Else. You are always trying to make me think your such a good person, but when I see Something Else still sitting there not taken care of I wonder why you think so highly of yourself.”

Trying still loves Loved and now believes that doing better will show Loved that he appreciates Loved and how he has inspired him to be a better person. Trying goes out again, with determination, to prove to Loved that what he is doing matters, he begins working on Something Else.

Trying is exhausted, but he knows that if he quits Loved will think badly of him, so he presses on, but worry and fear creep in to his mind. Trying worries that he may not be able to keep taking care of This and That while he is working on mastering Something Else. Trying is afraid that once he is done with Something Else that Loved will just say it isn’t good enough or that this work is not important either.

Trying finishes Something Else, he tidies up This, and makes sure That is still working. With aching sore muscles and blistered hands he stops working for the day. He feels accomplished. He feels like maybe this work will show Loved how much he is appreciated. But those are faint feelings that Trying is just barely holding on to. He is afraid and worried to share this with Loved now.

He doesn’t bring it to show Loved. As Loved is passing by he sees Trying working on Something New.

Trying smiles and says, “Good morning Friend.”

Loved responds with, “Hello Trying, what are you working on? Don’t you think you should be working on Something Else?”

I finished that yesterday” says Trying, “along with some maintenance of This and That. Do you want to see?”

“No,” says Loved, “I guess as long as you are sure that you have completed This, That, and Something Else and you are on top of things than I don’t need to know. This is all for your life anyway. Why do I need to see it?” And Loved leaves.

In that moment the meaning of their names change, Trying continues to try, but not to prove anything to Loved, but to be a better person and enjoy his own worth. Loved is no longer someone who is loved by someone, but someone who was loved.

If you keep raising the bar for your child they will walk away defeated, starting out their adult life feeling that they do not matter or cannot contribute to this world. If you keep seeing your spouse the way Loved saw Trying, they will remember you as one who they used to love.

Take the time to see and celebrate your child’s accomplishments. Appreciate the effort your spouse takes in showing their love to you. Or you will be known as the latter Loved.

Monday, March 30, 2015

How Are You?

How are you?  No, really, How Are You?  I'm not looking for comments here.  I'm hoping for pause.  Usually, when we are asked that question we give a non-confrontational response.  We don't want to sound like a complainer, speak bad about someone, bother someone, or take their time by responding about what or who is bothering or trying us.

So, really, How Are You?  Today, right now.

Then just pause over the response in your heart.  Let the truth of what you are feeling become very clear.

Now do you want to feel this way?  Do you want to continue operating from this feeling?  Think about that for a bit.

Friday, February 08, 2013

Save Saeed

We are halfway there  #savesaeed.