Four Simple Handmade Gift Ideas for Valentine’s Day

Four Simple Handmade Gift Ideas for Valentine’s Day

 

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I know what you’re thinking.

If we were having coffee right now you would be rolling your eyes at me and saying…

Seriously.

Valentine’s Day is two days away.

Ain’t nobody got time to make a Valentine’s Day present.

I know….right?

That’s why these ideas are for next year’s Valentine’s Day.

Or Saint Patrick’s Day.

Or Ground Hog Day.

Or Go Fly a Kite Day.

Whichever you get around to first. :)Continue reading


Thistlekeeping

Thistlekeeping

 

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I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel for the closet renovation.

So close.

Our clothes can finally move off the dining room table.

My husband is so happy.

I think he thinks this is the last project for a while.

Shhhhh….

…..don’t tell him I just picked out paint for the laundry room. :)Continue reading


Thistlekeeping

Thistlekeeping

 

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Random thoughts on an about-to-be snowy weekend.

1.  Best beauty tip ever.  Drink water.  I know….right?  Amazing.  It’s like nature knew what it was doing all along.

2.  I’m watching the Super Bowl tomorrow just for the ads.

3.  Have you read the book, The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton?  I couldn’t put it down.  I had to keep reading to figure out what happened.

4.  I went to the best basketball game of the season last night.  And I may or may not have stood up on the top of the bleachers and danced around and jumped up and cheered and raised my arms in the air like I was crossing the finish line at a race.

And my son may or may not have looked at me and rolled his eyes.

Good times.Continue reading


Thistlekeeping

Thistlekeeping

 

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I never knew that Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups that look like hearts talked.

Until yesterday.

I was walking through the grocery store yesterday….

….and they called out to me from the center aisle.

They told me I had enough broccoli and that I could only just eat one and it wasn’t even close to swimsuit season yet and I could always eat healthy…..

….tomorrow.

So I took a deep breath and clutched the handle of the cart and pushed past quickly and clicked my heels together and told those Reese’s….

….that tomorrow is here. :)Continue reading


Thistlekeeping

Thistlekeeping

 
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Yesterday I had a to-do list longer than the Mississippi river.

I started strong with good intentions.

And ended snuggled up under a blanket next to the fire with a cup of coffee watching Enchanted.

It’s hard to get motivated when it’s seven degrees.

But today is a new day.

Today I’m making that list and checking it twice……

well…right after I finish that Fixer Upper marathon. :)Continue reading


Tales From a Sixth Grade Life Coach

Tales From a Sixth Grade Life Coach

 
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I hope your Christmas was everything you hoped for.

We had a day full to the brim and spilling over with joy and I wish I had a snapshot of every minute.

It would make a best seller.

And the best chapter?

Tales from a Sixth Grade Life Coach.

 

 

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Last week the twins came rushing through the door bursting with excitement.

I heard them long before they rounded the corner.

“Mom…..Mom…..MOM. You won’t believe what happened!” they said in unison.

This is a common conversation starter around our house.

Let’s be real.  When you are twelve and in sixth grade you can never believe what happened.

Like never.

Ever.

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I closed the computer and sat upright in the chair.  I knew this was a discussion that would require my complete and undivided attention.

“Tell me,” I said.  “Tell me everything.”

One of the twins rolled her eyes, “Mom.  This is serious.  Someone wrote a poem for her.”

“Really?” I said.  A poem for your sister?  That sounds exciting.” crossing my fingers that this was the appropriate response for a declaration of such magnitude.

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The other twin blushed and shrugged her shoulders.

“Mom,” she said softly.  “It was a beautiful poem.  He wrote it on a note and had one of his friends hand it to me.  He wrote it just for me.  Can you believe it?  A poem written just for me.”

My heart cracked just a little at the sweetness of it.

“Oh sweetheart,” I sighed.  “That’s wonderful.  How special.  Can you read it to me?”

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“Oh I don’t have to read it.  I have it memorized,” she said with a smile.

And then….in a soft sweet voice she recited:

“Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

There’s no one 

As beautiful as you.” 

And as she finished, a worried look came over her face.

“But Mom….after I got the poem….he didn’t talk to me any more after that.  And now everyone knows.  What should I say?”

Before I could say anything, her sister spoke up.  She looked at her twin with all the wisdom of a sixth grade life coach.

“Don’t worry about him.  Don’t worry about any of them.  I know he said he wrote it….but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that poem before.”

Then she paused and smiled at her sister and blurted out the most reassuring thing she could think of…..“And who cares about him anyway?

….He probably just got it off the internet.” 

PS  The only thing better than having a twin sister….

…..is knowing she always has your back. :)


Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

 
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Joy to the world, the Lord is come.

Let earth receive her king.

Let every heart prepare him room.

And heaven and nature sing.

And heaven and nature sing.

And he….ea…..ven and heaven and nature sing.Continue reading


Lamps Plus Gift Guide and a Giveaway!

Lamps Plus Gift Guide and a Giveaway!

 
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When I was growing up we had a red plate.

And when you got an A on a test or lost a tooth or won a blue ribbon for the hula hooping contest or finished second in the multiplication bee….you couldn’t wait to get home because you knew that sitting at your place at the dinner table….

….would be the red plate.

Your mom would serve dinner and you’d look around the table at everyone else eating on plain white plates.

Bless their hearts.

And you knew that you knew that you knew….you were special.

I mean after all

….the plate said it. :)Continue reading