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Scared of Spiders

My fear of spiders can be somewhat paralyzing at times. I know there are many who share my fear. I think it's fairly common, but I wish I didn't have it. I remember having a bug catcher as a kid and sometimes a spider would crawl inside and start spinning a web. I really wasn't afraid of spiders then. I remember picking up that jar and looking eye to eye at that spider and thought the web was pretty cool. I still think webs are cool. And I actually think spiders are cool. They are so beneficial to our environment so I'm not sure when, why or how my fear developed. Nonetheless, I have it.

There was a spider on my bathroom counter last night. It was so small there is nothing to compare it to in size. Half a pencil eraser, maybe? And yet ... this itsy bitsy spider FREAKED me out. It was shaped like a crab, I can tell you that. When I went to pick it up with a tissue it raised its front legs. This little spider was getting defensive and it made my skin crawl. Even searching photos of what this little spider might be literally gave me goose bumps. I appreciate spiders. Just not in my house. When someone tells me the spider is more afraid of me than I am of it, it's not true. I will never let a spider purposefully crawl on me …not even for a million dollars. OK, maybe for a million dollars. But I would pass out within seconds.

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What's Old is New Again

One of my hobbies is finding old pieces of furniture at garage sales or thrift stores and giving them a new purpose and a new life.  Chalk paint is a wonderful way to make something pretty again.  But I decided to try my hand at decoupage.  I had an old white particle board bookcase sitting in my garage waiting for a make-over.  I found it sitting on a curb just waiting for the garbage truck to pick it up.  I picked it up instead and have been waiting for an idea to hit me as to what to do with it. 

One day while I was spring cleaning I found an old book of accordion sheet music my mother had given me.  She started learning to play back in 1949.  Then it hit me.  I was going to decoupage all that beautifully aged sheet music onto the bookcase.  I picked out the best song titles like Chattanooga Choo-Choo, Anchors Away and The Old Grey Mare.  It took an entire weekend but I had a lot of fun being creative and now I LOVE it.  I cut out birds from a very old bird book and decoupaged them in different spots for added effect.  Since this was my first attempt at decoupage it isn’t perfect.  There are a few wrinkles and bubbles in the paper but I think it adds to the vintage look I was going for.  Total cost for the project was the $20 I spent on the glue.  That’s it. 
Repurposing old furniture is fun and inexpensive way to be creative.  Don’t be afraid to give it a try. 

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Flower Memories

I grew up on a corner lot in suburbia, which means, I had a huge front yard where my family and I would climb trees and play croquet and wiffle ball and badminton to see which of us was best at hitting that weird shaped ball.  Our Cocker Spaniel, Max, would always try to capture the ball, no matter what kind it was and we would chase him around and around the yard to get the ball back from him.  The memories of my childhood home corner lot are wonderful but it’s the memories of our teeny, tiny backyard that makes me become still and reflective.

It was where my mother decided she would create a fairy garden.  That tiny space was filled with lavender lilac bushes, pink bleeding hearts, green mint leaves lining a stone path that lead to nowhere and an endless ground cover of little white Lily of The Valley.  As a five year old girl, I would sit in the middle of it all pretending to talk to fairies and bake them mud pies filled with mint leaves and the tiny Lily flowers because their aroma was so wonderful.  How could anyone resist a mud pie made with little white Lily of the Valley buds? 

When my husband and I bought our first house almost 20 years ago in the month of March, little did we know that it too would have lavender lilac bushes, a pink bleeding heart bush, and yards of Lily of the Valley perfuming the yard.  I think it was fate bringing me home.

Things sure have changed in the past 40 years.  I find it amazing how powerful scents can be.  Whenever I smell those first buds of Lilacs or Lily of the Valley in early to mid May it will forever take me back to making mud pies, talking to imaginary (or real) faeries and my mother’s warm smile and kind hug as she remembered what it was like to be a child in springtime, in nature, talking with faeries and in love with life.     
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