Wednesday, May 13, 2009
What I Did on My Summer Vacation
Monday, May 11, 2009
How to live a Fairytale Life...
I always grew up with the idea of "waiting" for my Fairytale Life to begin. I was always looking forward to my future for the next step that would bring and signify my ultimate happiness. But often of course it either never came, or I was disappointed by unmet expectations. It was always dependent on someone else providing it for me...Then I gained the wisdom of disappointment, and realized that living in the future and not the present would never afford me the ability to be happy even if I had every thing I thought I ever wanted. I was a strong, talented, empowered woman that not only could provide happiness for myself but for many others around me. I acknowledged myself for doing it again and again in my life.
So the point of this analogy is this: often we get the carriage of our dreams without the accessories that go with it. Life offers no prince on a horse riding up to sweep us away, no slippers, and no Fairy Godmother. Or so we think, but we are actually all of those things to ourselves IF we choose to be. Who better then to fulfill our dreams then ourselves? Who better to learn the lessons and gain the experience from that satisfaction than us. Why do we always find it easier to look outside ourselves for happiness to be brought to us?
Regarding the JUNK in our lives; this is the type of thinking that should be thrown away. So get out your best princess outfit, your dancing slippers, and dance the night away in your front room or where ever you choose to dance, and know that you were and always are destined for happiness of your own making. Begin making it today! Your Fairytale Life is NOW!
love, Connie
A Painting Primer






Lightly sand corners and other areas that would wear naturally over time.
Wipe off dust. I prefer baby wipes for this step.Saturday, May 9, 2009
Life at Roadside

It's Springtime in Salt Lake City and you know what that means...city clean-up. It's a proud junking tradition here in Zion. The gutters are lined with gold, just waiting to be picked up, hosed off and proudly displayed. You were promised down and dirty in this blog so here it is.

Some junk may require more love than other junk. Like this broken chair. Examine chair for sturdiness. You can cut off the top half with the missing spindles, paint it a fun color and oila! You have a handy dandy stool.

After a quick hosing, this picket fence is going right to my shop. It will be a whimsical addition to the garden display.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Baby Doll Memories

Ever Feel like someone is watching you? Maybe its your sweet baby dolls from years of youth when you loved them and were inseparable. Remember how older brothers tortured you by hiding them or holding them ransom? Even going as far as to dis-member them or pull their hair out?
But quietly at night when you were snuggled in bed with the spring air gently lulling you to sleep there was no one better to whisper your secrets too, or hold you tightly back then your dolly. We gain our practice for motherhood, shopping, fixing dinner, teaching, and gaining medical assistance experience with the help of our loving playmates.
But as we grow we often forget about the little things that kept us stable, and gave us comfort even though we are able to move through our lives with the experiences we were rewarded with by such gifts. So every now and then please stop and pick up a baby doll, and cuddle her in the thrift store, secondhand store, doll hospital, or your own children's rooms...
Whisper in her, or his ear those loving secrets, cooing words, and relive those memories of times gone by. And if nothing else think tonight right before you fall asleep of all those freaky, posessed doll zombie movies, and know that they are true and you are not alone. It's not your imagination.
Love, Dolly (Connie)
Thursday, May 7, 2009
A Lesson in Color

Pink is a feminine and romantic color that even big girls never outgrow.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009
A Wedding Quilt

Have I mentioned that I love old quilts? I suppose obsession would be a better word than love. If I were Superman, quilts would be my Kryptonite. John and I are happy to announce the marriage of our cute daughter Karen to a wondeful man. This is the one and only blessed event that could allow me to give up one of my beloved quilts. So congratulations to Karen and Justin...I hope this quilt will give them as much joy that it has given me over the years. This quilt is going to a good home.



Here is a quilt that I have been saving to give as a gift upon the birth of my first grandchild. It has the sweetest little hand-stitched squares depicting Mother Goose nursery rhymes. With an adorable quilt like this as an enticement I'll be grandma in no time. Are you reading this, Karen?


















