I’ve Got Nothing

I really don’t!

What???

You have to be kidding, Crystal!

Nothing to say? You?

I’m serious.

But aren’t you the kid who has written over 500 posts???

550 to be exact.

And you’re saying you couldn’t think of anything for today?

That’s right.

Well, listen here, Missy! Your assignment for tomorrow is to snap out of it and return with a good idea for the next post!

Okey-dokey, I will. 😉

Hugs,

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Progress Report

It’s crazy here . . .

My list of things to do before Christmas is not shrinking fast enough….

I’m not sure how, but I’ve hurt my shoulder and that’s really slowing me down . . .

Then, this morning, the elves announced that they are on strike! (They mumbled something about not enough vacation time.) 😉

So, I’ve been trying to find a couple of calm moments to reenergize.

A little “easy” crochet usually helps . . .

And is it me, or does this bracelet I made last week seem like a good match? I swear I didn’t plan it (again!).

Is it busy there?

Are your elves carrying signs?

Hugs,

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How Dare She!

Mrs. Claus (a.k.a. Crystal) is just plumb tuckered out!

She spent the whole day and evening:

* Wrapping

* Tying pretty bows

* Writing clever gift tags

* And mailing packages to out-of-town family. . .

Bottom line? The girl forgot to prepare a blog post!!!

FORGOT?!?!?

Can you BELIEVE it???? Tsk, tsk!

Next time you bump into her – give her a piece of your mind.

After all, we’re not dropping by here for nothing, right? 😉

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Hugs,

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Something to Ponder

Recently, I came across this poem and it touched me deeply. Although it’s sad, there’s a very meaningful message so I thought I’d share it here today . . .

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When an old lady died in a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem.

An Old Lady’s Poem

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice. “I do wish you’d try!”

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or two —
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill —

Is that what you’re thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten — with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon a lover she’ll meet.

A bride then at twenty — my heart gives a leap,
Remembering vows I promised to keep.

At twenty-five next, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide their secure happy home.

A woman of forty, my young sons all grown,
But my man is beside me to see I don’t mourn.

At fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
For my young ones are rearing young of their own,
I think of the years and the love that I’ve known.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead:
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
I’m now an old woman — and nature is cruel;
‘Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again, my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years — all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer — see ME!!!

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Sweet Treats

I have a thing for porcelain, crystal, and art glass. If they are vintage, I like them even better!

Through the years, I’ve had so much fun searching for and collecting an assortment of pretty items.

The Czech Republic, formerly Czechoslovakia (and before that, Bohemia) has been making exceptional glass treasures for generations.

When our younger daughter was in college, she spent a semester in the Czech Republic, and Sir Beads and I went to visit her. What an incredible experience it was! We were especially enchanted with the array of gorgeous crystal in the shops.


I couldn’t resist these little pieces of glass candy we found in Prague.


Since then, it has crossed my mind that visitors to our home might not appreciate “pretend” candy . . .


So for that reason, I’ve been known to make sure that the real thing is in a dish nearby! 😉

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Have a very sweet day!

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