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They're so SO handy. I've made them to carry library books, knitting/crochet supplies, laundry, ballet shoes, etc. A few years ago, I even made them into scripture bags for Aryn's friends. I'm telling you this bag is VER.SA.TILE.
This is one side of the bag. The fabric is Country Life from Waverly.
And this is the other side of the bag. The fabric is Ballad Bouquet from Waverly.
I had to just sneak in a picture of one of the squashes. (Can you see it below the bags?) I came home and found a few of them, and pumpkins too. It was almost like they just appeared. Crazy, I tell you.p.s. On Sunday while, perusing the internet, I found this blog. It's near Chateau Beynac, along the Dordogne River, a place Gene and I visited 11 years ago. It brought back some great memories. It also reminded me about another secret dream I have... I guess I'll just get to live this one vicariously.
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the giveaway is now closed. i will be posting the winner in just a second. i have to draw the name:)
and the winner is...(drum roll)... THE GUBLER FAM. Congratulations! I'll bring it over soon.








The children are home. I picked them up from their Grammy on Thursday. They'd had a fun filled week with their paternal aunts, uncles, and cousins. After I picked them up, we went to my sister Kasey's house, where we spent time with maternal aunts, uncles, and cousins.
The trellises and netting with fence posts. These trellises should have been put up weeks, MONTHS ago! Squash to the left. Pumpkins to the right. (I like these two pictures a lot for some reason. The orange with the green, maybe?)
Bunk bed painting. Glorious day. I started painting these things in March over Spring Break. First with my sister, then with my mom. Now they're finally, FINALLY getting finished. You know, we only got them for Christmas. It's now June. I'm telling you, we move at a slow pace sometimes around here.

I remember being a little girl and asking my mom if we were rich. Her response was always the same... "We are rich in blessings."
It's after we get a little older and have more experience with the world that we start to understand money and what it entails. We have more experience with "having" and "not having," and comparing it to others.
Now that I'm in my thirties, and have had a little bit more experience, I see things a little more clearly. I'm not naive, and I know I have a lot more to learn, but I try to put the priority on people more than money or things. I'm beginning to understand the real meaning behind being "rich in blessings."
Our life is extremely rich. We have all of our needs met, and a lot of our wants. We have many wonderful relationships with people that enrich our lives every day. Specifically the relationships we have with family. They truly are treasures. Real treasure.
It's funny, because now I have my own kids, they ask me that same question, "Are we rich, mom?" I answer them the same way my mom did: "Yes, we are. We are rich in blessings."






...most importanly thank you to our Heavenly Father, for the bees and the cherries and the wonderful memories I get to make and the pictures I hope to always keep in my head when my children are grown.


The birthday decorations have finally, FINALLY come down. They've been up since the end of March. MARCH. First for Aryn and then for Zoe. I have to admit though, I liked having them up. They're so pretty and added fun color to the kitchen.
You will need: tissue paper, scissors, garbage ties or wire, yarn.
You can use 6 or 8 sheets of tissue paper.
Cut the ends on both sides into either a rounded shape or a point (like the white).
Twist the garbage tie or wire around the middle of the accordion fan.
Very carefully, pull the sheets of tissue paper apart individually toward the wired center. Go slowly because the paper rips VERY easily. Make sure to do this to both sides.
Voila! A beautiful paper peony.
Make a bunch of different colors and sizes, tie on some yarn, and hang them from your ceiling. (I'm thinking of hanging ours back up in the girls' room.)