A BAG OF TOOLS

 

 

Isn’t it strange

That princes and kings

And clowns that caper

In sawdust rings,

And common people

Like you and me

Are builders for eternity?

 

Each is given a bag of tools,

A shapeless mass,

A book of rules;

And each must make–

Ere life is flown—

A stumbling block

Or a steppingstone.

—R. L. Sharpe

Life Sculpture

Life Sculpture

 

Chisel in hand stood a sculptor boy

With his marble block before him,

And his eyes lit up with a smile of joy,

As an angel dream passed o’er him.

 

He carved the dream on that shapeless stone,

With many a sharp incision;

With Heaven’s own light the sculptor shone—

He’d caught that angel vision.

 

Children of life are we, as we stand

With our lives uncarved before us,

Waiting the hour when, at God’s command,

Our life dream shall pass o’er us.

 

If we carve it then on the yielding stone,

With many a sharp incision,

Its heavenly beauty shall be our own

Our lives that angel vision.

 

William Croswell Doane

I’m Flying!

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I’m Flying!

 

© 2014 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

 

 I am not a shop-til-you-drop person.  I’m happiest when I quickly find what’s on my list, especially when shopping for clothes.  Nothing fancy-dancy; simplicity plus functionality is my style.  My wardrobe consists of blouses, slacks, jeans, jackets, tee shirts, polo shirts, sweat pants and tops, with the rear of the closet bringing up a few dresses and skirts. 

 As I advance in years, I’ve noticed spots appearing on my clothes.  What is going on?  Am I missing my mouth?  Or is that old food fairy getting older too?  Hmm . . .

 One thing I have learned about spots is that if you notice them while they are fresh, the spot remover will make them disappear.   However, if left on too long, they don’t go away.  You’re stuck with a ruined blouse or shirt and moving the garment into the wear-while-doing-grunt-work area.  It also means I need to go shopping to replace it.

 Well, I have acquired something that saves the day when spot remover fails.  It is a packet of small iron-on characters!  Butterflies were my first choice, as they deliver bright colors to match any garment.    Iron them over those spots and you have upgraded a ruined garment back into its favored place in the closet!  

 Since I’ve revealed my restoration technique, my family and close friends have begun to call me the Butterfly Lady!  I don’t mind that a bit, but I do sense a little embarrassment when too many of these butterflies overwhelm a favorite shirt.  But what’s a gal to do?! 

No way am I throwing out my treasured pink scoop-necked t-shirt.  A gal’s gotta do what a gal’s gotta do.  Right?!

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 Happy flying!

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Girls

What’s up?

Besides writing, I’ve been working on my cloth dolls and cat pincushions.  Here’s a photo of some of them:

Jeanne's doll factory

What have you been up to today, besides writing?  How about a peek for all your blogging friends?!

Shalom

copyright 2012 Jeanne E Webster