Flyin", Lyin" Or Cryin' By The Seat O' Your Pants

This is about going from fave rags to rave stitches! So, I had an idea to make pillows by stuffing an old pair of fave jeans. Course, I added a fave top and stuffed it also, then put a hat on it for a touch of fanciness! It's called "The Studio Pillow" cuz I sit on it when I'm in the music room. When I first came up with the idea, I thought they could be pillows to sell for when people flew. I called them “Flying By The Seat Of Your Pants”!  But, I didn’t think that would fly! PIMP LOL. So, now? I call them “Lying By the Seat Of Your Pants”, cuz you lay your head on them and lie down by them. I laid the gloves in the photograph just cuz I like them and besides? They wanna lie by the seat of my pants, too! OH! I think they'd be good in courtrooms, too! You know there's some lyin goin' on there. And, I'm not lyin'! Could also have one with tissues in the jeans pockets. What's it called? "Cryin' By The Seat Of Your Pants"! PIMP LOL.  Have a creative week!  Don't forget the Greatest Creator!  See Him in all creation.   I'm gonna be catchin' up with my blogs here, so stop by and visit at my place, Trace's!  My final words?  Umm...if you have to fly by the seat of your pants in life, don't lie by the seat of your pants or you'll cry by the seat of your pants.   What?             Trace

Home-made Creations For The God Of All Creation!

Had a memory today… Years ago, I was a children’s church teacher and I put together a Christmas Eve service with all the kids. A birthday party theme. I was worried that thinking out of the box might be too much, but after the kids presented their home-made presents for Him? Well, they had us all wrapped around their lil’ fingers…and hearts! It was my fave Christmas ever. We made a huge cake, too!  I had asked the kids to pick songs and make gifts that they would think He would want, knowing full-well that He would love anything from the children. Just like the congregation did!  The Birthday Party For Jesus service was def on stage, but judging by the congregation?  The party was def in their hearts that night, also. It was a wonderful time. Several of the gifts that were made, I still have because the kids insisted I keep them. One was a wood plaque with Luke 2 on it and Happy Birthday carved on it and painted with red puff-paint lettering.  I still put it out to this day.  The lil' girl that made it with her dad said it was a wooden card for Him so it would last a long time and so we would always remember!  That night?  Carved in my heart.  Thank You, God, for the memory.     Trace

She'll Be Comin' 'Round The Mountain

This morning, I went out early and opened the garage door to start the wash.  I have one of those inside steam vent systems for our dryer, so lint doesn’t accumulate outside onto our AC.  But, that’s another story.  So, anyway, I always lift the door because of that and because of another reason. Them.  I went back out a bit later and I was startled as I saw about 8 kids inside, but close to the edge where I could see the rain coming down. I recovered, smiled, and said good morning. I thought for a minute I was still half asleep or daydreaming and stepped back in time.  But, then I remembered that when it rains or is cold all the kids at my girl’s bus stop in front of our house, come up in the garage and stand to get out of the elements.  A place where they're welcome.  I try to check the weather early before they all get to bus stop to have it ready for them. See, when I was a lil’ girl and lived in the mountains, our neighbor down at the bottom of our huge hill, well, they had a most beautiful farm. It was so neat and everything painted white.  With corn and rasberries and all kinds of gorgeous colors.  And they had this lil’ separate garage and, well, yes, you guessed it.  They, umm…Mr. and Mrs. Seavers…used to get up and make sure it was open for us every morning to stand in and be out of the weather.  A safe place where we were welcome, thank  you!  We lived in the Pennsylvania mountains and it could be a bit nippy and snowy.  They showed kindness to us mountain kids and I want to show a mountain of kindness to our neighborhood kids.  What goes around the mountain…comes around the mountain!  PIMP LOL.  So, be kind.  Oh!  And, I didn’t know much about God then, but I suspect they did.  And, I suspect I will see them again one day.  Thank you, Seavers, for showing love. Their quiet kindness spoke volumes about God, as I would later learn.  They sowed seeds, and not just the kind that grow corn!  Sowing seeds can grow you an ear or two...  So, to hear God's heart.  And the heart of others.  Hear Him today.  Oh!  And, the photo?  Our house many years ago.  The farm was down to the bottom.  Way down...  Thank you, God, for this memory.    One more thing?  I also named my beloved cat that lived at our River House after Mr. Seavers for his quiet kindness!    Have a fun day.  See you around the mountain!    She'll be comin' 'round the mountain!  Right?  Cuz what goes around the mountain comes around the mountain.    Trace

Caroling With The Halls And Carol! Don't Get Decked!

So, we went out caroling in our  neighborhood and realized that alot of folks hear song lyrics a lil' differently and have crazy interpretations.  Makes it lots of fun. So, we started out with ♫Deck The Halls♫ at the first house. How was I to know their name was The Halls? Or that Joe would actually deck them. Then, Sam got mad when he thought we were telling him to put on Don's clothes cuz his apparel was gay. And, the Boughs down the street? Well, they acted real strange! Mr. Bough hung his wife Holly on the front door and called her Wreath-a. He thought she was calling him an ancient troll. And to top it off? Yul? Well, he was all caught up with decorating with flashing lights and caught himself on fire. We def saw the blazing Yul before us! We had to put him out and then get fa la la away! PIMP LOL TNT. Probably why we all got sick, but so worth it. Still recouping, still singing! Oh! And, this one guy who came with us?  Well, he thought the night was all about him, instead of Him!  His name was Carol! But, HIs name?  Jesus!  Happy Birthday and thank You. What an awesome gift You are.  (Photo? An old ornament of a choir singer that used to hang on my Grammal's tree)              Trace