tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226939821326503012024-03-07T16:53:45.727-06:00Two Dog Studiofabric art, stamped art, altered art and musingsTammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-89875850214707114352010-02-12T19:17:00.003-06:002010-02-12T19:29:07.731-06:00A New Chapter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8L6y9VZbI5k_B1Rc4npuhQW3-BhSJETwym7i9SROWvIDVYRET05ak2fejOD19klO-zJILv4KZHH6qD8n3r0UUNlkpCC05BHDUnPhyGZt4RO3jaKJI35C5OJjE8Obvoc6TrDAP21BCPko/s1600-h/100_2321.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437532446423967842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8L6y9VZbI5k_B1Rc4npuhQW3-BhSJETwym7i9SROWvIDVYRET05ak2fejOD19klO-zJILv4KZHH6qD8n3r0UUNlkpCC05BHDUnPhyGZt4RO3jaKJI35C5OJjE8Obvoc6TrDAP21BCPko/s200/100_2321.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />This photo that Hilery took last week when she was here visiting, helping and having fun with me is so charming. It was taken on Hay Street in the downtown historic district of my new hometown, Fayetteville, NC. After almost four months here, I'm finally starting to feel a little bit settled (thanks to my daughter's help). I'm so content and happy with the huge change we decided to make in our lives by moving from the midwest to the south.Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-69976667748354378582009-09-12T19:21:00.002-06:002009-09-12T19:27:02.364-06:00Halloween ATC's<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImf-lRvqrSdFnsXFWXbiaCbMjufm5Ln91l_rJZOnzRaMaJ039kHDYdVJHivQ0h5lNqjtdjwuhsJrH3dQFXpHhmDvEc046lgSzAF4nuRz0rViz8Ty4uS292wiPP_8N8LIvcVv_vbXh32OK/s1600-h/IMG_2269.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380756250628572498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImf-lRvqrSdFnsXFWXbiaCbMjufm5Ln91l_rJZOnzRaMaJ039kHDYdVJHivQ0h5lNqjtdjwuhsJrH3dQFXpHhmDvEc046lgSzAF4nuRz0rViz8Ty4uS292wiPP_8N8LIvcVv_vbXh32OK/s200/IMG_2269.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Mom just left after what will probably be her last visit to Wichita. We found some time to create in my craft room. Fall always makes me anxious to get out my Halloween goodies, and Mom was wanting a refresher course in a couple of transfer techniques. We made some packing tape transfers as well as a couple of gel medium transfers then turned them into ATC's. The top five are hers and the the bottom 7 are mine. There were a couple of additional cards that didn't make it into the photo. We 'copied' each others ideas a time or two, but they still managed to look like 'our own' style. It was alot of fun and the next time we get together will be in a totally new space in our new home in North Carolina!</div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-50067243605143869572009-08-30T10:23:00.002-06:002009-08-30T10:26:08.763-06:00Picture Our New House Here<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkSIxeCNgW6RYkWnkktmDoFohEwCWrljDGYH3nkhn-rZPC3K53CFGP5aK1OTRiSq3ff8fcO0IYE_LhgbbZnbTG7a1qnrQo8r8VEbl9yzh-0B85sRD7vzRaNQB8a9Xgj4H-COVjbAeEuGu/s1600-h/new+lot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375793333129211506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkSIxeCNgW6RYkWnkktmDoFohEwCWrljDGYH3nkhn-rZPC3K53CFGP5aK1OTRiSq3ff8fcO0IYE_LhgbbZnbTG7a1qnrQo8r8VEbl9yzh-0B85sRD7vzRaNQB8a9Xgj4H-COVjbAeEuGu/s200/new+lot.jpg" border="0" /></a> After looking at SO many houses I was dizzy, we couldn't decide on anything that we thought would work for us. This pretty lot was already 'cleared' (we don't do that in KS!). It's in a lovely gated golf community and we'll build a small home here and ultimately buy a great beach house too... at least I hope so!<br /><div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-45934988609197327812009-08-29T14:51:00.002-06:002009-08-29T14:55:30.366-06:00Riding the Waves<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivoIINctpALcSNwnTVlyRU1WpzlX5svV-dlixzPSAn5o1eYHpLXwtNh4Zdpf_zMRgNXG9QSJzHffTgTc8NNFdJZXcdSRTy4D1avddzQfGWrV4aKwTyetdYaEEZ-aM_v_4J4RXELm3_ZYcL/s1600-h/suze+wave+riding+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375491374849837266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivoIINctpALcSNwnTVlyRU1WpzlX5svV-dlixzPSAn5o1eYHpLXwtNh4Zdpf_zMRgNXG9QSJzHffTgTc8NNFdJZXcdSRTy4D1avddzQfGWrV4aKwTyetdYaEEZ-aM_v_4J4RXELm3_ZYcL/s200/suze+wave+riding+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> We just got back from house hunting in N.C. We were delighted to discover that dogs aren't banned from the beach! During the off-season they can go out any time, day or night. Between Memorial Day and Labor Day, they are allowed after 5:00 p.m. and before 8:00 a.m. We spent several days at Holden Beach and walked the dogs each evening, and on our last morning took them out and watched the sunrise. This photo isn't in perfect focus, but I love how Susie's head is just barely poking out of the wave as she swims toward shore.Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-18364358335864413152009-07-31T16:04:00.002-06:002009-07-31T16:12:53.988-06:00North Carolina Bound<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLFU-QCXVeKJHlja27XhwQDjKowRR7_nVTVBNapBpmMhjD-pTnX9E9-sezXPpaUz21lL-WAL63w1HNLBnnU2dvoH-s3qECNLYcw_0AwXWzZgebl6cf8Sy-HYY4rIEMhE8nT6DZctuP9Xv/s1600-h/IMG_1883.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364749721809065938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLFU-QCXVeKJHlja27XhwQDjKowRR7_nVTVBNapBpmMhjD-pTnX9E9-sezXPpaUz21lL-WAL63w1HNLBnnU2dvoH-s3qECNLYcw_0AwXWzZgebl6cf8Sy-HYY4rIEMhE8nT6DZctuP9Xv/s200/IMG_1883.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I took some photos of a few different North Carolina beaches when we were out in May...... I went for a job interview, was offered a position, and after alot of agonizing over the pros and cons decided to take a chance and go for it! It is just beautiful there, and we only saw the smallest fraction of what the state has to offer. We're making plans and preparing to pack up and leave the town we've lived in for over twenty years. Here's to embracing change, no matter how old I get!</div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-66573243982877118642009-06-08T12:35:00.002-06:002009-06-08T12:40:35.809-06:00Childhood Pet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS7lckELw1kn4lGpRqSdNbmlg4gbFXnzTgdFgMUNw918oRw0WnuaUpqz1uoTWJik2FHwcF65TnPojrn2RgZXblmmH-MI4InsJ-RujvWaPqTR8nKueowc5Y6r0tu35JtWc5UhiubwXU8SPc/s1600-h/Scan_Pic0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345027390649916082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS7lckELw1kn4lGpRqSdNbmlg4gbFXnzTgdFgMUNw918oRw0WnuaUpqz1uoTWJik2FHwcF65TnPojrn2RgZXblmmH-MI4InsJ-RujvWaPqTR8nKueowc5Y6r0tu35JtWc5UhiubwXU8SPc/s200/Scan_Pic0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My entry for the collaberative book that Mom, Hilery and I have been working on for some time now. We take turns choosing the theme and this time Hilery chose "Childhood Pets". This is Ringo, my first dog, a collie mix who came to live with us when I was about 7. He lived until well after I had married and moved away from home. He was my best buddy for all those years and helped me through those difficult "teenage" times. I don't remember ever NOT wanting a dog and still today, my fur babies remain one of the most important things in my life.</div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-71967190638904537692009-06-04T17:46:00.003-06:002009-06-04T17:54:34.966-06:00"Bird" Book ProjectThis great little altered book is one I made in a class taught by a very talented local lady, Jo McQueen. She has recently been teaching at some larger national events and has her own line of rubber stamps and collage items called The Queen's Dresser Drawers. You can check out some of her items here: <a href="http://www.thequeensdresserdrawers.com/">http://www.thequeensdresserdrawers.com/</a> I haven't been feeling very creative lately, and this is just what the Dr. ordered. Hopefully, I can get back into the spirit again. The covers of the book are a gutted vintage book. We made the pages individually and finally bound it with fabric strips and grommets. The sticks are from my friend Karen's yard.Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-4327746119080020252009-06-04T17:44:00.000-06:002009-06-04T17:46:12.818-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwZ8IquzGlwSRDPSf1B-ZWU-IwX7XIy6xWIyAbs-9rexcgImY0V17w2y2XgyqJEMTx9mKSJxpu5MVVROBjaO8vUErpE8k0R7NuutFRtUOt8NYGLaoyOwRS-nwnJbzQbXIgj_yWN8W0V20/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343622884146109826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwZ8IquzGlwSRDPSf1B-ZWU-IwX7XIy6xWIyAbs-9rexcgImY0V17w2y2XgyqJEMTx9mKSJxpu5MVVROBjaO8vUErpE8k0R7NuutFRtUOt8NYGLaoyOwRS-nwnJbzQbXIgj_yWN8W0V20/s200/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN_pW56npWPZ3MKP3YIKq2czSG-Qthf_Lf-agd4KGAoGfj11ATfBM2kyrRFDnKjmlH8FRMxlFyPz9fKALhgXx48ZObijYO247z4cAutVro6YFkDtSY4NojKw5Y8-kJNXUWGr7CAX0AL-Tc/s1600-h/IMG_1915.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343622879706161618" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeiN2y7oiVWpMy7TxXvIpI9Ziu3mndUiz8Kl0t7KwEPjOCNJrsnCbqs2KfoelmOyL5vpR-P-RXje9iSFtPCTRA75A7zJbzu7OTeZV3EKTPC-eBZDULkOSwSxfLRZP3cu0KwCqC99fV81Wr/s200/IMG_1921.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-52584103615892416572009-05-10T15:32:00.002-06:002009-05-10T15:41:50.528-06:00Mother's Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhdSaNHCIHGhCKcOiINgCxOvHSN3TsU8DIyNDbMF7uz22CsxTCLf3MY1Cpv7TpuKTTDxe1LmVdunV6m9KyV7MjWh_KLGMKrSPBcnZLLZl7eQjrNaiTm9ne0Tpq85pYuTc0anaOUe6UYPG/s1600-h/sept+1962.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334311662243493746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhdSaNHCIHGhCKcOiINgCxOvHSN3TsU8DIyNDbMF7uz22CsxTCLf3MY1Cpv7TpuKTTDxe1LmVdunV6m9KyV7MjWh_KLGMKrSPBcnZLLZl7eQjrNaiTm9ne0Tpq85pYuTc0anaOUe6UYPG/s320/sept+1962.jpg" border="0" /></a> The date on this photo of Mom and I is September, 1962. It would have been shortly after my fourth birthday. I don't remember the day the photo was taken, but I DO remember being in love with visiting my grandparents farm. The times when there were baby animals of any sort around were even more special to me. Mom, Grandma and Grandpa would always make sure I had an opportunity to pet and hold any and all of the farm's babies. This is one of my favorite photos of the two of us, my memory being jogged after reading my mom's own post about her mother on her blog.Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-3707549805138444342009-04-12T14:48:00.002-06:002009-04-12T15:01:06.039-06:00Susie Sun Worshipping<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXimw5VunU98SpRDAjei6YALxqZENzVnaG7XlEcyTi3-f4hdOyhI1F7B-AMS8ae1lm8ACgNoUP0Xzj791ZFH76wyjjQkg3XLpwsX6aC-zAlcesV8E9kvf8rgnCLUCvluA1gHgMv6K1OZq/s1600-h/IMG_1570.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323909851444893858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXimw5VunU98SpRDAjei6YALxqZENzVnaG7XlEcyTi3-f4hdOyhI1F7B-AMS8ae1lm8ACgNoUP0Xzj791ZFH76wyjjQkg3XLpwsX6aC-zAlcesV8E9kvf8rgnCLUCvluA1gHgMv6K1OZq/s320/IMG_1570.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am often accused by my family of having a 'favorite' dog, and that my 'favorite' dog is Clarice rather than Susie. In fact, I love them both dearly and wouldn't trade either for a million dollars. I took this photo of Susie last July 4 while we were eating brunch on the back deck. She will be 10 years old this fall, a feat our vet says is difficult, as most Dobie's don't live into double digit years. I fuss over her every little bump and stumble watching for anything suspicious. Both my girls get a thorough grooming weekly, including having their teeth brushed and rinsed with disinfectant wash. When we had their teeth cleaned a couple of years ago, the vet said that two years can be added to your dog's life just by keeping their teeth clean (not much different from humans in that regard). I have taken that to heart and for 7 and 9 year old girls, they have very bright smiles. In just a few months time Susie has gotten much more gray around her muzzle and eyebrows and is a bit less playful. But overall, she seems to be doing quite well for a senior citizen!</div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-52530601171780004172009-03-29T13:41:00.002-06:002009-03-29T13:46:28.151-06:00March Snow and Ice<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoPmLUrmb1f_-jdjKU5AyJk5RObiP0LgD4OUDFtvYweUP2_q5cbpIB6i67XVPrNSvLRGkmbEJz57MJANJgIc7DbXap44eahLuVUr6QWGXvC3hgwH9CNDcTtBdw5BbNO-Kqx56genndk0k/s1600-h/IMG_1858.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318697310158211522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoPmLUrmb1f_-jdjKU5AyJk5RObiP0LgD4OUDFtvYweUP2_q5cbpIB6i67XVPrNSvLRGkmbEJz57MJANJgIc7DbXap44eahLuVUr6QWGXvC3hgwH9CNDcTtBdw5BbNO-Kqx56genndk0k/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" /></a>Starting Friday, we had ice and sleet all day. By Saturday it had turned to snow. It's almost April 1, but I guess we were fooled early! I don't remember having winter weather this late in the over 20 years we've lived in Wichita. There were near white-out conditions for some of the day yesterday. Needless to say, we have stayed in all weekend and puttered around the house. This is the poor tree in our front bed whose leaves, buds and branches are coated with a thick layer of ice. <br /><div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-63352001569823460102009-03-23T14:58:00.002-06:002009-03-23T15:10:20.296-06:00A Wonderful Blog Award<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdItcfeviTDb0FWAH33KBSwNTocMZNRQRKFuliSPTD5ZrnS2hncIfK4arX4vCT8uxyOckoMfB99p7olX56bRq-DGckRbKLAncHwPqq8lrxrgTthcEr1pc2oKBpLqcI56aacP7iNI9FvQ_z/s1600-h/friends_award.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316490944854724946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdItcfeviTDb0FWAH33KBSwNTocMZNRQRKFuliSPTD5ZrnS2hncIfK4arX4vCT8uxyOckoMfB99p7olX56bRq-DGckRbKLAncHwPqq8lrxrgTthcEr1pc2oKBpLqcI56aacP7iNI9FvQ_z/s320/friends_award.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was presented to me by Diana O'Cobthaigh, a wonderfully talented and ever so sweet friend I met through ATC-World. Her home base is Australia, which in my fantasy is a most romantic place. In fact, my dad, who was never a traveler, always wanted to visit there and never had the opportunity. I imagine he's seen all of it by now from his vantage point in the heavens.<br /><br />At any rate, before I become too sentimental..........<br /><br />Here is a link to Diana's gorgeous blog, she's SO much more creative with hers than I could ever hope to be, so it's worth the diversion!<br /><a href="http://docobhthaigh.blogspot.com/">http://docobhthaigh.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;">"These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these kind writers."</span></em><br /><p><em><span style="color:#990000;"> </p><br /><br /></span></em>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-72752095942602837882009-03-22T13:14:00.002-06:002009-03-22T13:20:11.962-06:00Cody and Chance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOcqXVY2JDdVvMGmbgQeftjf7vaAvyWveNawnpOE-dS5wZ_HkySziKL9H33c2_zwzUlE6vpkONJJnIqTh8n29SdzURZxBDWT_ifungD7yWXP8u8JNlgXRxYHOcpzLZ6J50PlVCH0a0hjs/s1600-h/IMG_1836.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316092846352775026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOcqXVY2JDdVvMGmbgQeftjf7vaAvyWveNawnpOE-dS5wZ_HkySziKL9H33c2_zwzUlE6vpkONJJnIqTh8n29SdzURZxBDWT_ifungD7yWXP8u8JNlgXRxYHOcpzLZ6J50PlVCH0a0hjs/s320/IMG_1836.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is my entry for Marilyn's pet deco. For those of you who don't know her, these are her golden's, Cody and Chance. Shortly after we started this project, Marilyn lost Chance to cancer at the tender age of 4. Having been in her situation, I acutely feel the pain of her loss. Here is my tribute to her beautiful Chance and those he left behind. The quote is one of my favorites: "if you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend" (Stone Temple Pilot). To read more of how they came into her life and see examples of her beautiful drawings and artwork, go to her blog: <br /><div><a href="http://www.mydapperdog.com/blog/2009/03/new-direction.html">http://www.mydapperdog.com/blog/2009/03/new-direction.html</a></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-56671226044030264852009-02-01T14:06:00.002-06:002009-02-01T14:16:51.437-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn13klzDtqZxDG_PSYM1xseuQjVacXeFBSDXttyZFRm4zoFibMR7A-8yoVm6yg-Umq64wn8WFbskPLge7Sii4cildaXZYyHGoStEjSayTONERemLVeDlX8ZklZsWnJfLyK-NpfJ1tJ1fC2/s1600-h/IMG_1808.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297923595484674450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn13klzDtqZxDG_PSYM1xseuQjVacXeFBSDXttyZFRm4zoFibMR7A-8yoVm6yg-Umq64wn8WFbskPLge7Sii4cildaXZYyHGoStEjSayTONERemLVeDlX8ZklZsWnJfLyK-NpfJ1tJ1fC2/s320/IMG_1808.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFljCkkF5Rebgxz6Fc2_RHy4TvGQJ-hhFEJp1S61UNzKwoMnOPVBTs5Ew5aInzZT3g-8WbqMtZWoAB0EwyJ6LiuOLtvPyqH-o-7kwVHpGIWn4IuPN8oynQB8UnwJvxXdIJP-x3QWAGjBl/s1600-h/IMG_1810.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297923589312610210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFljCkkF5Rebgxz6Fc2_RHy4TvGQJ-hhFEJp1S61UNzKwoMnOPVBTs5Ew5aInzZT3g-8WbqMtZWoAB0EwyJ6LiuOLtvPyqH-o-7kwVHpGIWn4IuPN8oynQB8UnwJvxXdIJP-x3QWAGjBl/s320/IMG_1810.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi806JP_4UcByMRK6bBnyyMZjWxSS11fgsZ7Xht-5H6O1wGq58iFvvbUeFMuom14_juIkX9j3Du9xQvT-nZS4dEnFDIWqylRD_ztjvcRmEV7ftxhP8FoNnxvjlT-NUv7_bK2iVY-L7Blfzl/s1600-h/IMG_1809.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297923590617140770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi806JP_4UcByMRK6bBnyyMZjWxSS11fgsZ7Xht-5H6O1wGq58iFvvbUeFMuom14_juIkX9j3Du9xQvT-nZS4dEnFDIWqylRD_ztjvcRmEV7ftxhP8FoNnxvjlT-NUv7_bK2iVY-L7Blfzl/s320/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I was inspired by one of my favorite bloggers to re-visit some crazy quilting. I am so happy I did, and am pleased with the result. The pieces above have, as their embellishments, a combination of lace, thread, beads, buttons, and ribbon. The heart ornament is finished off with a charm from a small collection I have that my daughter and I made on one of her rare visits home. The square quiltie will by my contribution to Fabric In Altered Art in an effort to resurrect the monthly 6x6 quiltie swap. I'm not optimistic, as only two of us are signed up so far. The heart ornament is hopefully the first of a few that I plan to make. Valentine's Day has never been a holiday that has captured my crafting interest. However, I think I've found something to hang my hat on here!<br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-61516645867939501192009-01-25T12:29:00.002-06:002009-01-25T12:34:59.814-06:00Vintage Lace Jacket<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguV_p4l86Ag34YkHNDUhGIqgNfYDJFYPoZuJjk6SY6LVf9gaR4mWePY6y9yfhf74bP1Q4hrNoKa4MtA5B-wv1Wtd6nptWYT3zvq2069n1RmZMPwZvA_IjasKjQdQvKce4gY55TqWcXYt2b/s1600-h/jan+25+lace+jacket+front.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295300589205544018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguV_p4l86Ag34YkHNDUhGIqgNfYDJFYPoZuJjk6SY6LVf9gaR4mWePY6y9yfhf74bP1Q4hrNoKa4MtA5B-wv1Wtd6nptWYT3zvq2069n1RmZMPwZvA_IjasKjQdQvKce4gY55TqWcXYt2b/s320/jan+25+lace+jacket+front.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijyvKrDpN-0CU3rQQ_TBLam2McdDUJCBis0461jN-q4RFgOM0njW99cat94KUfd1mUBD0diATW699q4FlmL89132MN7AUV3odgypgsDmSeM5UDwWEnNYoWm5xugsT2nEugWmQ8Wh6Rv1ez/s1600-h/jan+25+lace+jacket+back.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295300587536031970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijyvKrDpN-0CU3rQQ_TBLam2McdDUJCBis0461jN-q4RFgOM0njW99cat94KUfd1mUBD0diATW699q4FlmL89132MN7AUV3odgypgsDmSeM5UDwWEnNYoWm5xugsT2nEugWmQ8Wh6Rv1ez/s320/jan+25+lace+jacket+back.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This is the finished jacket. I think it will look really cute with a camisole and pair of jeans (once the weather warms up - today it's 18 outside). All of the lace is vintage, the ribbon is new 1/4 inch satin. When I was talking with my mom about the project, I wasn't sure what to use as a base fabric. Her idea proved to be a terrific one: A sheer curtain panel repurposed into a fun wearable! I adapted the idea from one that was presented in my Sew News magazine a few years ago.</div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-61799947095750791452009-01-21T15:12:00.002-06:002009-01-21T15:16:07.299-06:00Heirloom Lace Construction<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMffGm0wJY-m5zV7dibcmFs-ZldqW2Rbu7IW8kOoIHXleWT1O6tZF3Q3Hy9djx5li7Tv4qfo7_9rUj_fh2hY9TAe9GH-vIAU1qIfhyfEJErHNcHAApiv4IOnLg5GEoC8iaxvX5t9Qaq04/s1600-h/jan+20+heirloom+lace+jacket+sleeves.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293858352812146818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMffGm0wJY-m5zV7dibcmFs-ZldqW2Rbu7IW8kOoIHXleWT1O6tZF3Q3Hy9djx5li7Tv4qfo7_9rUj_fh2hY9TAe9GH-vIAU1qIfhyfEJErHNcHAApiv4IOnLg5GEoC8iaxvX5t9Qaq04/s320/jan+20+heirloom+lace+jacket+sleeves.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKmkOcFTTiEe8rQYj7AFsbgS4C97cR7RBfQu9wKbLLkRW6DSSW9WlzuLBgxDcZC_S2WC75kE4f-w0Kf863cxNSZjHxP7HmIt3ie5LimsU_xYjbeoHKRnqwPVdiTT9P6JJOXfzv8sOAPjo/s1600-h/jan+20+heirloom+lace+sleeves+sewn+together.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293858346942200306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKmkOcFTTiEe8rQYj7AFsbgS4C97cR7RBfQu9wKbLLkRW6DSSW9WlzuLBgxDcZC_S2WC75kE4f-w0Kf863cxNSZjHxP7HmIt3ie5LimsU_xYjbeoHKRnqwPVdiTT9P6JJOXfzv8sOAPjo/s320/jan+20+heirloom+lace+sleeves+sewn+together.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Here is the beginning construction of the jacket I'm working on. It's using the vintage laces mentioned in my last post. So far, so good. The proof will be in the finished product!</div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-12663170425693634322009-01-19T18:43:00.002-06:002009-01-19T18:48:23.995-06:00Vintage Lace<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTXPkTryfc1ObAaRFv6YkNf2_KtW1bDNlVHfui9o92vnsNRD03kovUP5A_mxRWyLxJES9NMOGqxxF4JjPyXf3PhmvM3Ba3N9etODCPihyl0rZVepmQjZjyRH41RfwwTK3ykdqcxpE0KxU/s1600-h/jan+19+vintage+lace.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293170430821406290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTXPkTryfc1ObAaRFv6YkNf2_KtW1bDNlVHfui9o92vnsNRD03kovUP5A_mxRWyLxJES9NMOGqxxF4JjPyXf3PhmvM3Ba3N9etODCPihyl0rZVepmQjZjyRH41RfwwTK3ykdqcxpE0KxU/s320/jan+19+vintage+lace.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is part of of my collection of vintage laces. Some of them I have purchased, a couple of pieces Mom gave me. It's been forever since I have done any garment sewing, but have been wanting to make a thing or two. One project that has been on the back burner for, literally, a couple of years or more, is a little lightweight jacket embellished with different laces. I have it cut out and some of lace sewn on the sleeves. We'll see how it turns out. I always have high hopes for the garments I sew and they never live up to my expectations. Worse case, I suppose, the lace is still good and can be recycled into other projects!<br /><div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-8696356017325453732009-01-17T15:29:00.002-06:002009-01-17T15:33:15.920-06:00Whimsical Headbands<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXxuDQ7Thtz9mVCr3XTt-X5ZfhdKhsOmBnZZEw9utM9VXkVwXeILmNDMI1aHH0SxKBW_IoedkgHi0nGJAjKTXDMmgOm2Djip0WTOovj5QfuFQ9-IPhQdcLQA-82isMtgFOCDIBZdLdzFc/s1600-h/jan+17+crocheted+flowers+dec.+headbands.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292378281605741618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXxuDQ7Thtz9mVCr3XTt-X5ZfhdKhsOmBnZZEw9utM9VXkVwXeILmNDMI1aHH0SxKBW_IoedkgHi0nGJAjKTXDMmgOm2Djip0WTOovj5QfuFQ9-IPhQdcLQA-82isMtgFOCDIBZdLdzFc/s320/jan+17+crocheted+flowers+dec.+headbands.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I like to push my hair back out of my face when I do my skincare routine before bed, and also when I'm on the treadmill. Today, I tried my hand at some crocheted flowers (don't look TOO close there are a zillion imperfections). To add a bit of fun into my bedtime routine, I sewed them on these inexpensive (3 for $2.00) headbands to dress them up.</div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-16671360951775517172009-01-16T18:49:00.002-06:002009-01-16T18:55:19.271-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKWW9gECpVnVz1iOAq_XH884aBHfQSXzX6lNjFbn-pF4E2wlBdBZoFyOOJdpuXJulFAPr8aGIi_yuQ16yEHNHnyFBV3CQfvJPagg-IAArWx7l-UccXCoVPebGkDYQZq4RastljO3X9zZo/s1600-h/jan+11+atc+book+for+rr.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292058991354295666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKWW9gECpVnVz1iOAq_XH884aBHfQSXzX6lNjFbn-pF4E2wlBdBZoFyOOJdpuXJulFAPr8aGIi_yuQ16yEHNHnyFBV3CQfvJPagg-IAArWx7l-UccXCoVPebGkDYQZq4RastljO3X9zZo/s320/jan+11+atc+book+for+rr.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7MmX3U2NIo1nNcka4N85GdAHnAVSgCd23txJYMB7kXYT796hO6rUdVinBMkhOPtLK-gWDKXEiC8EvMgu3-A355cMwFHDYosUn3RCILvOewPup16I-svYi88kXj5kml9KY69tpsqa0dR12/s1600-h/jan+11+atc+book+inside.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292058989537349314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7MmX3U2NIo1nNcka4N85GdAHnAVSgCd23txJYMB7kXYT796hO6rUdVinBMkhOPtLK-gWDKXEiC8EvMgu3-A355cMwFHDYosUn3RCILvOewPup16I-svYi88kXj5kml9KY69tpsqa0dR12/s320/jan+11+atc+book+inside.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Here is a little atc book I put together for a group project with some on-line friends I've traded with for several years now. We share a love for our dogs, and have done similar projects before. This book holds several atc's in the accordion style pockets. The instructions called for cut-down simple postal envelopes, which of course I had NONE. So, I improvised and cut paper envelopes to size. It will come home full of atc's containing images of my red-girl, Claire.</div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-82424164548637290042009-01-15T18:53:00.003-06:002009-01-15T18:57:31.928-06:00Self Portrait<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3WGT8TxGQPC_w_j2AG2ey8gJwEAj4rK8G-iR9SbszWVBgAely2ZQ7Kmlkpb4YAU7tst9FadF3voFnMTnamEZXoTjtMTvHWFDxgRuBG_YsrL8zqlOPGFZR-uT5KgmHhfwSsbS7U3E752x/s1600-h/jan+15+self+portrait.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291688523037544050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3WGT8TxGQPC_w_j2AG2ey8gJwEAj4rK8G-iR9SbszWVBgAely2ZQ7Kmlkpb4YAU7tst9FadF3voFnMTnamEZXoTjtMTvHWFDxgRuBG_YsrL8zqlOPGFZR-uT5KgmHhfwSsbS7U3E752x/s320/jan+15+self+portrait.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I don't like my new wrinkles, so this is the best I'm going to do. I love this necklace, one that Hilery made for me by special request. The bead is handmade and I love the wire lace and multiple strands of beautiful beads. I wore it today with this burgundy sweater and awesome vest which was a Christmas gift from Bob. The colors aren't super true in the photo because in real life, the pink in the necklace blends beautifully with the burgundy in the sweater.</div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-75443124222769283732009-01-13T17:38:00.004-06:002009-01-13T18:47:22.348-06:00Real Bread vs. Faux Bread<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypTSqU2c8qsw80YznVofw-0tINJoNpVjFU1OnEnNJG4V3MJgANIEsKQFcrSqf5Es5NvpbKR6TwbUzOqwRDVt5tIyKh7WetdXPQfMqjcE66qcl3f0QpwDT2OirKSFYxAOZXG-0nCCQu-mC/s1600-h/jan+13+real+bread+faux+bread.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936315880924706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypTSqU2c8qsw80YznVofw-0tINJoNpVjFU1OnEnNJG4V3MJgANIEsKQFcrSqf5Es5NvpbKR6TwbUzOqwRDVt5tIyKh7WetdXPQfMqjcE66qcl3f0QpwDT2OirKSFYxAOZXG-0nCCQu-mC/s320/jan+13+real+bread+faux+bread.JPG" border="0" /></a>As part of my 2009 New Year's Resolutions, I am trying to take at least one photo a day. The goal is to include the ordinary and the not so ordinary. Since I've never been a good journal keeper, and I can't draw even a straight line, this challenge seems right up my alley!<br /><br />Our favorite bread is this lovely and delicious whole grain miche from Panera (on the right). Well, over the weekend we ran out and in an effort to get our shopping done we picked up this Earth Grains "Double Fiber" (on the left) loaf. Well, the 'Double Fiber' loaf is like eating saw dust infused with air. Yuck. Today, Bob went to Panera and retrieved TWO loaves of our favorite. One is languishing in the freezer for that rainy day when we run out again!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-14545597364675488272009-01-12T17:39:00.003-06:002009-01-12T17:50:03.389-06:00Unsung Heros<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnmxB6u3NrcrXRfXi8w86c-TA973gZt2qeGnimGmLp7ZJv8v5-2jNK4RJfUHIlrEklNoRAK8PwDTwDWuLKdXNfghb3jdOV5WTnh3p9MtCJzvl-owcXJR5LyiEXpIfNy9srQ18JDEYqwqkU/s1600-h/jan+12always+faithful+the+fallen.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290556280967946290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnmxB6u3NrcrXRfXi8w86c-TA973gZt2qeGnimGmLp7ZJv8v5-2jNK4RJfUHIlrEklNoRAK8PwDTwDWuLKdXNfghb3jdOV5WTnh3p9MtCJzvl-owcXJR5LyiEXpIfNy9srQ18JDEYqwqkU/s320/jan+12always+faithful+the+fallen.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7_dzDqqNxa7J0HpUKG8_HvOC7BjTYSDGbzWeDvz-h0K6KmczD8kn7kdA8bHGCLCOAqbLVJ1zrQVodOsiGWlj9H7WTJk2atTJxjgT3iVxCKepYUsYHFJrH5zGqJBCgQ31FIgnG2nU3fAv/s1600-h/jan+12+always+faithful+dedication.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290556270246878610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7_dzDqqNxa7J0HpUKG8_HvOC7BjTYSDGbzWeDvz-h0K6KmczD8kn7kdA8bHGCLCOAqbLVJ1zrQVodOsiGWlj9H7WTJk2atTJxjgT3iVxCKepYUsYHFJrH5zGqJBCgQ31FIgnG2nU3fAv/s320/jan+12+always+faithful+dedication.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Since seeing a photo of the War Dog Memorial and cemetery in Guam, I have spent much time thinking of our military men and women, past and present, as well as their dedicated, loyal, working dogs. For Christmas this year, I received a limited edition replica of the memorial in Guam. It was made for me by the artist, Susan Bahary. The memorial, it's dedication, "Always Faithful", and the names of the fallen sit on my desk for me to remember every day the ultimate sacrifice made by each, without hesitation. </div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-75468548617165926962009-01-11T14:30:00.002-06:002009-01-11T14:37:54.289-06:00Working Dog<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX02hSSnvY69uivgxkUv9jv6kiU50TlIw8uArWaMObEcPtjMXXPRxbhHwOp7xZeqdoaQ6qyaY9EtrcihX5P_ZasgJnmRsZLQGXzl-FVlKM1mrw6J-3xahamJukfrr33RXEJsqOMZFEkJk0/s1600-h/jan+10+Claire%27s+favorite+job.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290136511371421346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX02hSSnvY69uivgxkUv9jv6kiU50TlIw8uArWaMObEcPtjMXXPRxbhHwOp7xZeqdoaQ6qyaY9EtrcihX5P_ZasgJnmRsZLQGXzl-FVlKM1mrw6J-3xahamJukfrr33RXEJsqOMZFEkJk0/s320/jan+10+Claire%27s+favorite+job.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHc5e9nfKaZdhVmKyx3RDqNO3F4ES66reJ1EySeFc-Kbv0fJEyQ9lSalB8e9-fPjtN3SpcvrRMXtLsusA6_xtPImLOwc5QLtWVg9X_Db13g1fxSBpanSi2EdMaLfjHycIO5lETYJHSwkX8/s1600-h/jan+10+Claire%27s+morning+job.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290136504618197522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHc5e9nfKaZdhVmKyx3RDqNO3F4ES66reJ1EySeFc-Kbv0fJEyQ9lSalB8e9-fPjtN3SpcvrRMXtLsusA6_xtPImLOwc5QLtWVg9X_Db13g1fxSBpanSi2EdMaLfjHycIO5lETYJHSwkX8/s320/jan+10+Claire%27s+morning+job.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Clarice seems to always "know" when it's the weekend, I will be home, and there is a newspaper to be retrieved from the driveway. As soon as my feet hit the floor, she is at the front door ready to do her task for the day. Rain or shine, snow or ice, she flies off the porch on her morning mission! All of our dobies have had the task of bringing in the paper. Before Claire, it was BJ, then Olivia, then Susie (who still loves to go after it, but graciously allows her younger sister the honor.) These dogs LOVE to work, I need to teach them more and often feel guilty that I don't take the time to do so.</div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322693982132650301.post-68572490298069940722009-01-11T14:20:00.002-06:002009-01-11T14:25:56.718-06:00Artist Trading Card Workshop Lessons<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwaJbsojq72Yd93GwtoUTtrVH8BMJRPfX2Nn4QpLTbS6RrNOZZKxZNFXy-ONYvBAKkxflCNoYLXoEAEA-a5g64GFib0d8bT_5lql_w_OzJi9QXU497B6yYTM0_S1kyxaWXF8F3xoYQsft_/s1600-h/jan+11+atc+workshop.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290133820261751298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwaJbsojq72Yd93GwtoUTtrVH8BMJRPfX2Nn4QpLTbS6RrNOZZKxZNFXy-ONYvBAKkxflCNoYLXoEAEA-a5g64GFib0d8bT_5lql_w_OzJi9QXU497B6yYTM0_S1kyxaWXF8F3xoYQsft_/s320/jan+11+atc+workshop.JPG" border="0" /></a>My contributions to this month's Bernie Berlin ATC Workshop Trade that I host on ATC World. This is (I think) our fifth month, we do about 3 lessons per month. This month: Transfers, Fun Foam, and Tissue Paper Background. I've done them all before, but it's fun to revisit sometimes to see how my ideas have changed over time. I didn't particularly like the fun-foam idea before, and this time is no different and they are my least favorite. For awhile now, I've been wanting to make some 'button-cards', so I used some sewing tissue and some plastic "faux" buttons to mimic a button card. I'm thinking I want to make some hand-made buttons and make some atc sized button cards. Guess that will go on my "to-do list" along with the other 9,000 things I want to accomplish this year!<br /><div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206355217118281506noreply@blogger.com2