Friday, September 27, 2013


another page turned yesterday....
Buttermilk Falls
Falls, Pennsylvania

Generations of my family enjoyed these falls.  As kids I remember climbing up them, under them, and around them.  My Mom and her sibs did the same before us...what great memories.  Mom took the photo above with her little Brownie camera.  I love the deckled edges of these old photos.  

A few months ago I had the privilege of finally meeting the oldest living member of my family.  George Nichols, aka 'Cousin George'.  He being the taker of many beautiful black and white photos through the years.  We never seemed to live in the same place, so for over fifty years he was just stories and pictures to me.  Then I met him, this silver haired [of course, this is my family I'm talking about] happy go lucky man and his wonderful friend Roberta.  They'd driven all the way to Florida from Illinois to go birding.  Impressive binoculars and camera at the ready.  His silver head was a mass of curls and his eyes sparkled as he regaled us with a story of his enlistment into the service.

As is typical of photographers, I can not find a picture of himself.
Although, he did take the above.
From the left, his Dad, Basil Nichols,
Uncle Cliff Nichols, Aunts Hilda Nichols & Wanda Nichols Peak.
The bows of the Weeping Willow behind them
hold many other memories.  
So today, I am feeling sad as we have lost this amazing person, though ever so grateful for having known him and of having the privilege to have met him as well.

Perseverance pays off.
Living close to family has many benefits.
I.e. boxes of photos to dig through.
George Nichols fondly known around here as
Cousin George.
He will be missed.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Glimpses ....

Over the next few weeks, this one will be working quietly & diligently on secrets....
To keep you intrigued...
there are a few Swans that may recognize this
....remember mumms the word!

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Mothers' Rocker Biscornu!
Pretty happy with these results!
Mothers' Rocker Biscornu©2013
a Kimberly design
Fun corners!
Mothers' Rocker Biscornu©2013
a Kimberly design
View from the top....found the perfect leaf cup bead,
topped with a small aqua flower bead.
Mothers' Rocker Biscornu©2013
a Kimberly design
My favorite gold paint, Golden Iridescent Light Gold [fine].
When I reach the gold step in any piece I'm painting,
it just makes me smile.  It's like my piece is saying,
thank you.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013


...time to turn this into another little gem.
Feels great to exhale deeply
when the fabric comes back as expected. 

Tuesday, September 10, 2013


short post as I twiddle my thumbs....

This design was probably the hardest to design the fabric for.
I had many many trials before the colors came up correctly.
What shows on your monitor is not always what prints!

Final...sort of.
I actually submitted two different designs,
this one being my favorite.
The lines are finer and may not show when printed on there is also a less detailed design being swatched out.
I just hope the colors are correct.
Of course, you know I'm not twiddling my thumbs...I'm painting.  

Tuesday, September 3, 2013


Day tripping...finding a little bit of magic 
here and there...
Entering wonderland aka Bok Towers in Lake Wales, Florida.
Very cool screen of 'air plants'
which I've plans to recreate a smaller version of....
This totally takes me to wonderland for some reason.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
Tricks...this was not even as tall as moi!  It's top looked similar to a bunch of celery.  Crazy plants in this place.
And of course, in this magical place,
there is a grotto....full of frogs!
Not a big fan of frogs/toads...
but these guys were so comical.
You can't see half of them!