Sweet Little Squirrel

Sweet little squirrel

Sitting under a flower

Relaxing outside

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Not So Ginormous

This little guy is not so ginormous, but he's welcome here anytime!

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It Has a Purpose!

I found a really neat star-shaped box at the thrift store a few years back. It sat in a closet, empty and alone for several months, maybe even a year or two. But it finally has a purpose! It makes the perfect place to store buttons! Everyone has a huge assortment of buttons around right? For sewing, crocheting, scrapbooking, collaging, jewelry-making and just sorting through when the mood strikes...

 

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Fighting Over the Last Cookie

I created a sketch not too long ago of some turtles. Sweet Pea was mortified!

 So, to appease her, when I did a color version, I made a few changes. This is the modified one:

But I always really liked my original sketch, so to be true to myself :) I finally had to complete a color version of the original. Here the color version of the original:

I've heard that turtles can be downright nasty! What do you think they are fighting over? I'm guessing it's the last cookie.

Discuss.

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Locked In!

I have been very busy in my Crafty Corner lately and have been loving every minute of it. When I put my Crafty Corner together at one end of the room I tried to take up as little space as possible so the room could still be used, but still give myself room to work. So it's a tight squeeze to get into it, but once in I have room to move around a little bit. And since the entrance was rather tight, and since I had a large board hanging around, I made a door. It's just a large board that's between two pieces of furniture that can be pulled out to block the entrance. It's mostly a joke. But Doodlebug likes to pull it closed and lock me in. Which I don't mind in the least. I could stay in there all day. The only problem is that the 'door' doesn't slide easily. So when he 'locks me in' I'm locked in!

The other day I spent several minutes trying to extricate myself so I could answer the phone.

I grabbed the edge of the door and pushed, but wasn't at the right angle so it didn't budge. So I bent down and tried to shove the bottom. It didn't budge. After a lot of cursing, sweating and pushing I managed to get it to move an inch. I stopped to rest and draw a little. Then I started to get hungry so I got back to it. I finally managed to get it to open just enough to squeeze out. By that time the phone had stopped ringing.

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