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I Am Not a Crook

With the exception of a heart or two, lots of glances, and a few ounces from my Daddy's whiskey bottle when I was sixteen, I've never stolen a thing in my life! 

So I was at a party last night.  Not a party really, but a 25th Anniversary Celebration my employer threw for being who we are now for the past, you guessed it, 25 years.  

New Year Relic

The last time I woke up in my childhood home on New Years Day was when I was 17.  I got here on Thursday morning and wouldn't see my own home again until Sunday night. 

Yes, Jesus Loves Me

I've been here since yesterday for a four day stretch of time in the big woods.  Mama's caregiver drove South for Christmas and my siblings and I are covering.  

My son and his love showed up to offer support and what he doesn't even realize is so much more than I can explain.

Sign Here, Here and Here

My dear friend Lourdes is the most thoughtful and generous person I know.  My closet is full of clothes she's given me as Christmas and Birthday gifts.  She knows my taste and she never misses.

This year, in addition to two gorgeous tops, she had a sign made for me to hang in my studio.  I absolutely LOVE it!  It's perfect, just like her. 

Cowboy Vs. Mermaid

I am obsessed with cowboy boots.  I don't know why exactly.  I want to be a mermaid, not a cowboy.  

Heroes and Scars

I learned about Heroes early in my life.  The very first ones are burned into my memory and my left hand.

I was around the age of three and we were gathered around a pile of burning leaves and limbs at my Big Mama and Big Daddy's house.

Who Has a Fork?

Go ahead and stick one in me.  I am DONE for the year.  The last push is always the hardest, which is what I imagine child birth would be like without the epidural. 

Home (Show), Sweet Home (Show)

Every year after Market Days, which is a two day show where 401,724,953 people show up to do some serious shopping, I host an Open Studio Show and Sale.  Last night was my 14th one. 

Closed Eyes On An Old House

Sleep did not come easy the night before Thanksgiving when I was a child.  Maybe even more so on this night than the one that comes a month later.  You know, the one in late December when kids stare up at the sky after the stars come out to see if they can catch a glimpse of a man in a sleigh.  

No, I Won't. Yes, I Will.

This is Chauncey's Gift.  The name of the piece, that is.  I don't know anyone named Chauncey but I think it's a fine name.  Mr. MoonDog chose it after a character in a movie who was a little touched in the head and tended a flower garden before becoming a political advisor.  Like I said, he was simple minded.  Chauncey, not Mr. MoonDog.