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Treasures of the Heart

When out shopping  the other day , I found a treasure , a picture frame. The seller thought it was made
of plastic. I believe its a metal Victorian piece. It majestic quality speaks to me of grandeur and royalty.
Three sweet cherubs sharing the simplicity and beauty of fragrant roses. The glove is an antique handmade
piece my grandmother brought back from Azores, a family heirloom.  I treasure them because of the beauty that speaks to my heart. ( The woman at the thrift store gave me the frame, how amazing is that!)
What  is your hidden treasure, maybe yet to be found...........................................................

Belles of The Ball

A Dreamer's Wine, spilled upon the carpet of Yesterdays.........................................................

Welcome,
Rose petals falling from white tapered fingers; pink rose petals, making rose colored drops upon a skirt of old ivory satin,
Laces fluttering upon  the breast of a woman, chiffon streamers floating in the moonlight....................

Lamplight struggling through a half-opened door, to mingle with the beams of a prodigal Moon.

A measure of moonbeams caught in the palm of a Fairy's hand......................................

Moon beams and memories, Priceless liqueur  asleep in a flagon of alabaster, Laughter and  joyful tears.............................

Shadows of roses upon a broken wall, laces upon air peaking through

Will you dance with me beneath the starry moonlit sky?

Feathery fronds of the trees, restless in the moonlight be...........................................................

Apple blossoms in an old orchard bathed in moonlight, Crystal waters crooning a lullaby to a waning moon,
Cool gardens await the light..............................................................................................

Ah, an offering a gift a sweet for the sweet does thou give...............................

Moonlight falling upon a golden crown, dancing, twirling, spires pointing upward like fingers of the Soul......
Lilies at Dawn, The  Last Waltz, bid farewell to this Forever, Beautiful Chysanthamum  Moon...............

Thanks for sharing a dance with us, Mary, Denise and Rene'

Bloglandia Ball

Late last night I could see the glorious moon. Almost full in all her
splendor.........

Time to get your dancing shoes on!

Oh, don't forget your gloves, a lady can't be seen for such
an event with them.............................

You wouldn't be complete without some pink flowers for your hair..........

 

Madame, Your carriage awaits................................................................................

The Little Fisherwoman

I love to fish! When I was little my mom would take us fishing to entertain us.
I remember my brother still being in the stroller. I couldn't wait till  the school bell would ring so I could go home to get my fishing pole. I would fish almost every day.
I remember my husband taking me fishing on one of our first date. He made us a picnic lunch and we headed off for the mountains. My brother has been salmon fishing in the river and has been asking me to go and this week I am going! I just love being out in the water ( we take the boat) water is alway so soothing. I am really
looking forward to it. Wish me luck I hope I get the big one......................................

Lost but Found

This is a truly amazing story. While at a ladies retreat a couple weeks ago, we were
sitting in our cabin visiting. In walks a woman looking for her girls. We didn't know who
she was looking for , but asked her to join us. She gazed at the handmade pink quilt on my bed. I love things like this she said. We told her that we loved to decorate, love and antiques and old things. So do I she said. We are Portuguese, so am I! Well alot of people are from mainland Portugul but we are from the Azore Islands. My greatgrand
father was from the Terceira she said. So was are family. What is you name? Costa she
replied. My mother said that was my mothers family name. We stared at each other in
amazement. Well, there are a lot of Costas. Well, my  great grandmother was a midwife
, so was mine. Her name was Ephugenia, your kidding that was my grandmothers name. Someone was a shoemaker, well that was her husband. Oh, my gosh, could we
be related? But who are you said my mother puzzled? We laughed. We visited and laughed until almost a 4 o'clock that morning. Our new found relative had to go. My mother and her have the same eye color and most unusal golden brown, I do too.
They had the exact shaped hands, side by side you could not tell which was which.
We hugged and cried and said we keep in touch. My mother went home pulled out
her family history papers. She knew her mothers aunts and uncles she just couldn't figure it out. Well, there  it  was here Grandfathers name was Joseph. The paper said
Joseph Costa vanished? Went to Brazil disappear after 6 month never to be seen again.
This was more than 100 years ago. Michelle our new cousin called her brother, he said well are Grandfather was from the Terceira  but came here from another country.
Michelle thought she was looking for her girls it was no accident she wandered into our
cabin, she found who she was looking for, her girls....................................................
new found friends and cousins.

My Dolly

Oh, how I love you!

Made with loving hands

Now, I must dress you....

These are a couple of the first dolls I have made in porcelain. They are yet to be dressed. Their pile of fabrics laces and trim await them to fashioned with loving
hands. Next time they appear perhaps they will be properly clothed in their finery........
They antique reproductions of French dolls from the late 1800's my most favorite.

Silly Fun

Hmmmm, decisions, decisions,we are busy working on our dresses for the ball.
This is so much fun, paper flying, scissors whizzing, ribbons lace flowing I am in
my element and we all get to create together my mom , sister and I. Isn't fun to be
sharing your creativity and spending time with your best friends?I wouldn't have it any other way..............................................................................................................

The Invitation

We would be obliged to accept your invitation to the Blogland Ball Miss Lea!
Let us see what the three fancies will weave with their magical fingers. Oh, what
fun and merriment to come...........Will you join us too?

Glorious Crowns

  These are are glorious crowns! They were really fun to make. My mom, sister and I worked together in a labor of love to create them for a Ladies Assembly. The ladies were truly blessed and so were we. We had
a wonderful peaceful and relaxing time.I had a terrible time loading these to the blog. I will try and put the remainder on later. Enjoy..........
 

Someone to watch over me

As a parent I didn't realize the responsibility entrusted to me until I had my own children. My mother and father were wonderful parent and did a great job raising all five of us. When we were still young we lost our father to a heart attack. He was just 41. Our live changed drastically.
My mother had the sole responsibility for raising us on her own. She did a great job providing and making sure all our needs were met. She loves us
very much always encouraging us in our gift to be create. Thank you Mom for all the sacrifices you made to get us on the way. We know your door is always open, to lend a ear, give advice and support. I know that even though my father is not on this earth he is watching us from above encouraging and praying for all of us. I can't wait to see him on the other side. I miss you Daddy.....