Hand Painted Combed Top Artshare MeMe & Academia on Ebay
This is Academia one of my rainbow rovings listed on Ebay this week.
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Artshare Meme I saw this on The Mogs Blog she saw it on Emmy Schoonbeek's blog (and she saw it on Arlee's... who saw it on Skybell's ...) So if you want to play along read this and you wil get a piece of art from me , but you must follow the instruction. The first five people to respond to this in the comments section will receive a piece of artwork. BUT, in addition to the comments you have to post this to your blog too and continue sharing the art.
What will you get? It will be a surprise, but you will have it soon!
Deb
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posted by Dudleyspinner @ 1:08 PM
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Hiya Deb, and Happy Holidays! I followed your links backwards and saw a LOT of fabulous art but never could find the meme. So I'll just tell you about my favorite Christmas memory.
When I was a child, my grandmother would bake up a storm starting, I suppose, right after Thanksgiving. She would fill tin after tin with decorated and iced sugar cookies. Not to mention the fudge and the divinity and the fruitcake and the peanut brittle! Anyway, it was a pretty good time to be a kid. The deal in our family was that on Christmas morning, EVERYONE, from old to young had to go to Christmas morning mass while grandma got to stay home and prepare breakfast for the group and start dinner and make the coffee etc. We kids couldn't even peek at a gift let alone open one! We were allowed our stockings however, because I think gramps knew that we kids would be too antsy in church if we didn't have something opened. Anyway, we, enmass would all head off to Our Lady of the Rosary. We would be so excited and just about to starve to death, because see, you just can't have breakfast before you go to mass and take communion. And we knew that grandma was going to have fresh homemade danish and cinnamon rolls all warm and ready for us when we got home. Mass was never longer on that day.
So we would all hurry home. And eat. THEN and only THEN could the frenzy of the presents begin. That was another thing. Gramps might have started with a smallish mound under his own personal tree, but by the time everyone came and brought ALL their gifts (except for the stuff Santa brought of course), there was a pile of gifts under that tree that generally took hours to open if we stretched it out and did it one by one like usual. So Christmas at my house as a child was an all day affair.
By the time that people stopped coming by to wish us Merry Christmas, and the gifts were all unwrapped and Bing had sand "White Christmas" on the record player, it was truely what Christmas was all about for me.
I miss those days terribly. The holidays just aren't the same nor will they ever be. But someday if I can ever find a sugar cookie recipe that tastes like grandma's, it might be just a little bit closer!
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