I've started a new Photography class, this will me my last class for 2010. I always love December Daily with Ali Ewards and Journal Your Christmas With Shimelle .
As it is today...
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Starting to look like Christmas...
OUR FAMILY HAD A GREAT THANKSGIVING...
We ate dinner on time, played jenga, Uno and watched movies...
No Black Friday for me I vegged out most of the day...
we did start holiday decorating... the Tree is up. Yea!
WARNING... I love to lounge in my PJs
We ate dinner on time, played jenga, Uno and watched movies...
No Black Friday for me I vegged out most of the day...
we did start holiday decorating... the Tree is up. Yea!
WARNING... I love to lounge in my PJs
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Just call me Rachel Ray
I started with some Bananas Nut Muffins.... a girls gotta snack.
It may seem like a lot but for my house its easy this year..
I'll post the Recipes on my recipe page
I designed my menu with Echo Park - Abundance Papers & Elements found here
~HAPPY COOKING~
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Wishing a Stress-Free Thanksgiving to All
As I get ready for thanksgiving I always SAY this year will be stress-free, and somehow it never is… but this year it will be just that stress -free. I planned my menu weeks ago, low key everyone in the family picked one dish. I will be asking for help this year…I usually just want company, while I do all the work. The ole man is doing the grocery shopping, my daughter will be my asst. chief, and my son will as always provide the holiday cheer along with entertainment.
I say this to urge you to cut down on your stress this weekend and give thanks for your many blessing…and most of all enjoy your family.
P.S. don’t get stampeded Black Friday shopping !
I say this to urge you to cut down on your stress this weekend and give thanks for your many blessing…and most of all enjoy your family.
P.S. don’t get stampeded Black Friday shopping !
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Getting ready for 2011
I have been wanting to make some changes to my blog, and I have started. Im starting a new one for my crafts - Paper....Scissors...Fabric...and keeping this for personal stuff. I have wanted to start a blog for crafting but I was afraid, well I'm not anymore... the worst thing that could happen is that no one will read it...I can live with that. I"ll probably shut down shutter ramblings cause... well... I never post on it...
I thought about paying to have my blogs done but since I'm trying to change my spending habits, I'll save that money for Christmas...
so....anyway pardon my dust...
I thought about paying to have my blogs done but since I'm trying to change my spending habits, I'll save that money for Christmas...
so....anyway pardon my dust...
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sew Sister Sew
I started sewing again last year. If your interested in sewing here are some cool books...
I'm really into sewing purses, so you know what your getting for Christmas...It may have something in it too....
I made these using fat quarter bundles from Joannes for $9.99 less 40% off...4 fat quarters made 4 little wallets and I traded scraps from a friend to get a different design.
I'm making a bunch of these in different sizes... Just increase size on your printer...a quick and easy gift....
I love this bag, I want one for myself but I promised myself to make gifts FIRST... I'm really trying hard to keep my word.
My first Purse... for a friend she picked out her fabric...
I'm really into sewing purses, so you know what your getting for Christmas...It may have something in it too....
I made these using fat quarter bundles from Joannes for $9.99 less 40% off...4 fat quarters made 4 little wallets and I traded scraps from a friend to get a different design.
The pattern call for a snap but, I used velcro, I didn't want to hand sew them or use the expensive ones they cost as much as the material, and I was told the large snaps could ruin your credit cards, but for the grown ups I'll use the small magnetic snaps..it's nicer.
I'm making a bunch of these in different sizes... Just increase size on your printer...a quick and easy gift....
I love this bag, I want one for myself but I promised myself to make gifts FIRST... I'm really trying hard to keep my word.
My first Purse... for a friend she picked out her fabric...
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Just wanted to share
I received this cute story in my email today...great end to a productive day...thanks Audie
The Pickle Jar
The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on
the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom.
When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty
his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.
As a small boy, I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar.
They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled.
I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar to admire
the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's
treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.
Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production.
Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were
placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.
Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would
look at me hopefully. 'Those coins are going to keep you
out of the textile mill, son. You're going to do better than
me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back.'
Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled
coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier,
he would grin proudly. 'These are for my son's college
fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me.'
We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping
for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad
always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream
parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the
few coins nestled in his palm. 'When we get home,
we'll start filling the jar again.' He always let me drop
the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around
with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other.
'You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and
quarters,' he said. 'But you'll get there; I'll see to that.'
No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued
to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer
when Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to
serve dried beans several times a week, not a single
dime was taken from the jar.
To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me,
pouring catsup over my beans to make them more
palatable, he became more determined than ever to
make a way out for me 'When you finish college, Son,'
he told me, his eyes glistening, 'You'll never have to
eat beans again - unless you want to.'
The years passed, and I finished college and took a
job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents,
I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that
the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose
and had been removed.
A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside
the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad
was a man of few words: he never lectured me on the
values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The
pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more
eloquently than the most flowery of words could have
done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the
significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my
life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than
anything else, how much my dad had loved me.
The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born,
we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom
and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns
cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper
softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. 'She probably
needs to be changed,' she said, carrying the baby into my
parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back
into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes.
She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand
and leading me into the room. 'Look,' she said softly, her
eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser.
To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed,
stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with
coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my
pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of
emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I
looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped
quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was
feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could
speak.
This truly touched my heart. Sometimes we are so busy
adding up our troubles that we forget to count our
blessings. Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for
better or for worse.
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another
in some way. Look for GOOD in others.
The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or
touched - they must be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller
- Happy moments, praise God.
- Difficult moments, seek God.
- Quiet moments, worship God.
- Painful moments, trust God.
- Every moment, thank God.
The Pickle Jar
The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on
the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom.
When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty
his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.
As a small boy, I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar.
They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled.
I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar to admire
the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's
treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.
Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production.
Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were
placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.
Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would
look at me hopefully. 'Those coins are going to keep you
out of the textile mill, son. You're going to do better than
me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back.'
Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled
coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier,
he would grin proudly. 'These are for my son's college
fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me.'
We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping
for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad
always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream
parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the
few coins nestled in his palm. 'When we get home,
we'll start filling the jar again.' He always let me drop
the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around
with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other.
'You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and
quarters,' he said. 'But you'll get there; I'll see to that.'
No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued
to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer
when Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to
serve dried beans several times a week, not a single
dime was taken from the jar.
To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me,
pouring catsup over my beans to make them more
palatable, he became more determined than ever to
make a way out for me 'When you finish college, Son,'
he told me, his eyes glistening, 'You'll never have to
eat beans again - unless you want to.'
The years passed, and I finished college and took a
job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents,
I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that
the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose
and had been removed.
A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside
the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad
was a man of few words: he never lectured me on the
values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The
pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more
eloquently than the most flowery of words could have
done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the
significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my
life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than
anything else, how much my dad had loved me.
The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born,
we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom
and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns
cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper
softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. 'She probably
needs to be changed,' she said, carrying the baby into my
parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back
into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes.
She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand
and leading me into the room. 'Look,' she said softly, her
eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser.
To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed,
stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with
coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my
pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of
emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I
looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped
quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was
feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could
speak.
This truly touched my heart. Sometimes we are so busy
adding up our troubles that we forget to count our
blessings. Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for
better or for worse.
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another
in some way. Look for GOOD in others.
The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or
touched - they must be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller
- Happy moments, praise God.
- Difficult moments, seek God.
- Quiet moments, worship God.
- Painful moments, trust God.
- Every moment, thank God.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Halloween Cards
Monday, October 25, 2010
Halloween Treats
Halloween is a few days away and I cooked up some goodies from the Woman's Day Halloween Magazine. I served them at my October/Halloween Craft Party. They turned out pretty good and the kids just like sugar!
My menu for the party :
Creamy chicken & pasta soup (my recipe)
severed toes in bandages
Haystack-Creatures-Recipe
Jack-o-lantern sandwich bites
Skeleton Cupcakes
Witch's wicked punch
My menu for the party :
Creamy chicken & pasta soup (my recipe)
severed toes in bandages
Haystack-Creatures-Recipe
Jack-o-lantern sandwich bites
Skeleton Cupcakes
Witch's wicked punch
Cowgirl cookies (recipe below)
HAYSTACK CREATURES: fun to make but, I would have used semi-sweet chocolate.
SKELETON CUPCAKES: My daughter made these and it was really hard to find yogurt covered pretzels and cutting his little arms were painful , as you can see we gave up!
Severed Toes in Bandages: Love them my favorite, one recommendation boil the little smokies first to get rid of excess grease.
COWGIRL COOKIES aka Cowboy Cookies
I've made these cookies as gifts in a jar for the holidays for last two years. This recipe is from the Pioneer woman.
1 1/3 cup all purpose flour, spooned into measuring cup & leveled
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup cooking oats
3/4 cup m&ms
3/4 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
1/2 cup brown sugar, packed
1/2 cup white sugar
1/3 – 1/2 cup chopped pecans
1 slightly beaten egg
1/2 cup butter (melted slightly in the microwave)
1 teaspoon vanilla
Stir all the dry ingredients in a large mixing bowl. Mix wet ingredients into dry ingredients. Use the back of a large spoon to work it all together. You may even need to use your hands to get everything incorporated. Then roll the cookie dough into 1 1/2 inch balls, place on a Parchment covered baking sheet and bake for about 10 minutes in a preheated 350 degree oven. makes about 26-28 cookies .
If you like to see other cool recipes for Halloween at Woman's Day check here
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Catch up - Learn Something New
Better late then never...
I recorded what I learn in my journal I just didn't blog...I just wanted to finish my posts so here goes...
#12- I need to keep on top of my health and where I keep my medicine. I keep misplacing them...If I keep them in the same place I would not have this problem.
#13- How not to take over when helping my daughter with her craft projects.
#14 - when do you stop being used...when can you say you know you are being used...
#15 - I really want a puppy but I know I wouldn't give it the care it deserves...don't you hate being a grown up sometimes?
#16 - No matter what... you are never appreciated the way YOU...think you should be!
#17 - I always fell better after swimming... I really shouldn't miss swim class.
18 - Procastination is killing me and it's gonna cost me in the end!
#19 – Stop staying up so late… I always pay for it the next day.
#20 – Money can’t beat friends…. I had a ball watching kickball…I don’t like kids… but I lovelittle Miss Kenzie.
#21 – Sometimes NICE is not the way to be…do what’s best for you first.
#22 – Things I really Love…all of my family…all of my friends….Crafting… some… I just don’t LIKE!
#23 – I love being my age 40…wouldn’t trade it to be young again.
#24 – I need to get in better physical shape…I should try…bike riding…the gym and some weights…something new.
#25 - Sometimes giving a person your last is a good thing… especially if they have nothing.
#26 – Just going thru the motions @ school I really need to recommit myself to my studies.
#27 – Had a great time @ IBEW picnic…sometimes I miss working…I really miss my co-workers.
#28 – I’m very angry today but I got myself in to this situation, knowing not to trust a snake… they bite.
#29 – Attended class @ Church …How to hear GOD’s voice…I heard him…really cool…didn’t like everything he said …but are really gonna argue with GOD?
#30 – I found peace lately… GOD said I don’t have to deal with drama… just because we are family.
These are the things I learned new about myself in the month of September…what did you learn?
I recorded what I learn in my journal I just didn't blog...I just wanted to finish my posts so here goes...
#12- I need to keep on top of my health and where I keep my medicine. I keep misplacing them...If I keep them in the same place I would not have this problem.
#13- How not to take over when helping my daughter with her craft projects.
#14 - when do you stop being used...when can you say you know you are being used...
#15 - I really want a puppy but I know I wouldn't give it the care it deserves...don't you hate being a grown up sometimes?
#16 - No matter what... you are never appreciated the way YOU...think you should be!
#17 - I always fell better after swimming... I really shouldn't miss swim class.
18 - Procastination is killing me and it's gonna cost me in the end!
#19 – Stop staying up so late… I always pay for it the next day.
#20 – Money can’t beat friends…. I had a ball watching kickball…I don’t like kids… but I lovelittle Miss Kenzie.
#21 – Sometimes NICE is not the way to be…do what’s best for you first.
#22 – Things I really Love…all of my family…all of my friends….Crafting… some… I just don’t LIKE!
#23 – I love being my age 40…wouldn’t trade it to be young again.
#24 – I need to get in better physical shape…I should try…bike riding…the gym and some weights…something new.
#25 - Sometimes giving a person your last is a good thing… especially if they have nothing.
#26 – Just going thru the motions @ school I really need to recommit myself to my studies.
#27 – Had a great time @ IBEW picnic…sometimes I miss working…I really miss my co-workers.
#28 – I’m very angry today but I got myself in to this situation, knowing not to trust a snake… they bite.
#29 – Attended class @ Church …How to hear GOD’s voice…I heard him…really cool…didn’t like everything he said …but are really gonna argue with GOD?
#30 – I found peace lately… GOD said I don’t have to deal with drama… just because we are family.
These are the things I learned new about myself in the month of September…what did you learn?
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I love my Big Sister HAPPY BIRTHDAY
I love my Big Sister HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
It's my sisters Birthday today and it though it has become a sad day for all Americans (9-11) we choose to stay positive on this day for her. So NO TV today... NO CNN today.
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? Make Birthdays as happy as can be... they only come once a year.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Relationships
Coasting...
I have been coasting in my personal relationships I’m not giving more than I’m taking.
A relationship does not protect itself; it requires active work and humility. A way of life does not protect itself; it requires discipline and attention
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? STEER, DON'T COAST.
I have been coasting in my personal relationships I’m not giving more than I’m taking.
A relationship does not protect itself; it requires active work and humility. A way of life does not protect itself; it requires discipline and attention
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? STEER, DON'T COAST.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Dreams
I think when we grow older we give up on dreaming, we set goals that we feel are attainable so we won’t be disappointed. Well I have dreams that I have set up as goals so I can achieve them.
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? Don’t stop dreaming!
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? Don’t stop dreaming!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I am blessed
bless•ed adj.
1 held in reverence
2 of or enjoying HAPPINESS; specifically : enjoying the bliss of heaven —used as a title for a beatified person
3 bringing PLEASURE, contentment, or good fortune
I feel it… I see it… I know it.
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? I am blessed
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I love paper
I didn’t learn this today. I love paper. All my life I’ve had a love affair with paper. As a kid I was always the teacher and made up forms and liked grading them, as a teenager I was into everything but paper, but as an adult I love photos, scrapbooking, card making and creating documents. I Like buying paper, I like looking at paper… anything paper… there It’s out!
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? It’s ok to love paper.
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? It’s ok to love paper.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Homework in my house
School has started, supplies are in backpacks, the daily routine started, and homework is sure to follow... after going to my kids school open house and meeting their teachers, I realized that my kids do their homework but I don't check to see if its neat, complete, if they really understood what they were doing... this will change today...they will do their homework at our kitchen table where I will be watching closely. WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? Be constant in training your kids for life.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Friendship
It’s not about quality it's quantity. I invited 15 people to my craft party, only 3 rsvped, 2 actually came. I had as much fun with the 2, proably more fun then if my house where full of people.
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? You really only have a few friends.
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? You really only have a few friends.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Purge my stuff
I realize how blessed I am, everytime I purge my stuff. My life has changed and I'm finally at a place in my life that I need less stuff. After my health failed stuff could not help me, it actually got in my way. You have to store stuff. Stuff is not free it cost you money. Stuff is usually a want more than need. Stuff needs to be cleaned. If people see your stuff they sometimes want to steal it. Long ramble short... LESS IS MORE ! Purge some of your stuff...maybe it will help someone who really needs it.
WHAT HAVE I LEARN TODAY? Throw or give some things away.
WHAT HAVE I LEARN TODAY? Throw or give some things away.
Friday, September 3, 2010
weight loss
I used to weigh 287 pounds at my heaviest. I now weigh 210. I lost weight because I was sick, between reactions to medicine and food allergies there were a lot of things I could not eat. I had tried to loose weight all of my life. I started in my late teens, I've never been under 180lbs as an adult. Funny how things happen... I lost weight not really trying... ironic. WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? Things happen at Gods speed ....not yours.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
I love my hair short.
I've always had a decent length of hair for a Afro-American, at times it has been long, very thick and jet black. I loved my hair. The movie Good Hair that Chris rock made publicized Afro-American women and there hair struggles. It started much controversy and hopefully open up the eyes of everyone. But even before the movie I always thought that me having long hair made me more attractive, and only have worn my hair short a few times in my life, usually after it had been damaged some how.
Now after all my struggles this past year I decided to cut my hair. I put it off for months scared not to have hair, but it was falling out, I had bald spots, it was thinning and I have so much grey now. Then I had to ask myself... am I only as good as my hair? I've spent to much money to talk about...on my hair. So I let it go... I love my hair short, its easy to deal with since my fingers don't always cooperate. Because I've lost weight it fits my face better. I used less product and you need a great hair dresser as an Afro-American with short hair its all in the cut! Found her! I'm in hair heaven. I know this may sound kinda silly, but its my truth and I'm stickin with it. WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? Hair doesn't make you beautiful that comes from within.
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Now after all my struggles this past year I decided to cut my hair. I put it off for months scared not to have hair, but it was falling out, I had bald spots, it was thinning and I have so much grey now. Then I had to ask myself... am I only as good as my hair? I've spent to much money to talk about...on my hair. So I let it go... I love my hair short, its easy to deal with since my fingers don't always cooperate. Because I've lost weight it fits my face better. I used less product and you need a great hair dresser as an Afro-American with short hair its all in the cut! Found her! I'm in hair heaven. I know this may sound kinda silly, but its my truth and I'm stickin with it. WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? Hair doesn't make you beautiful that comes from within.
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Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Is beauty skin deep?
I thought I would start with beauty this week...
I've gone thru so many physical changes this year...
weight loss, hair loss, skin rashes, lost of joint flexibility due to RA. Its sometimes hard to keep the right perception of true beauty.
This one of my favorite pictures of me, in this picture I felt beautiful.
The Webster's dictionary defines beauty as:
1: the quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit : loveliness
2: a beautiful person or thing; especially : a beautiful woman
3: a particularly graceful, ornamental, or excellent quality
4: a brilliant, extreme, or egregious example or instance
How do you define beauty? Do you think you are beautiful? How you perceive other peoples beauty? These are question I had to ask my self this past year. Being sick I received a lot of stares,comments and questions about my appearance. some nice some not. So the next time you see some one how may not look what you feel is beautiful on the outside maybe you will try to see beauty from within.
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? Beauty is and must always be deeper then skin. I am beautiful!
Below are pictures of my many phases of me being sick. I would not have even thought to post these pictures a year ago... but now I know they are just photos, triumphs over my illness.
I've gone thru so many physical changes this year...
weight loss, hair loss, skin rashes, lost of joint flexibility due to RA. Its sometimes hard to keep the right perception of true beauty.
This one of my favorite pictures of me, in this picture I felt beautiful.
The Webster's dictionary defines beauty as:
1: the quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit : loveliness
2: a beautiful person or thing; especially : a beautiful woman
3: a particularly graceful, ornamental, or excellent quality
4: a brilliant, extreme, or egregious example or instance
How do you define beauty? Do you think you are beautiful? How you perceive other peoples beauty? These are question I had to ask my self this past year. Being sick I received a lot of stares,comments and questions about my appearance. some nice some not. So the next time you see some one how may not look what you feel is beautiful on the outside maybe you will try to see beauty from within.
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED TODAY? Beauty is and must always be deeper then skin. I am beautiful!
Below are pictures of my many phases of me being sick. I would not have even thought to post these pictures a year ago... but now I know they are just photos, triumphs over my illness.
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