tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67814727532145409252023-11-15T22:24:15.425-08:00Dulcies DaughtersChristine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-15876727144994560222009-04-16T08:27:00.000-07:002009-04-16T08:37:01.531-07:00Science Fair ProjectBefore this week, I had no idea how much work the Science Fair was for the mama in the house.<br />Fairy Princess came up with her own, very grade appropriate theme, <em>Melting Summer Treats</em>, and I was only a lowly assistant during the experiment (I set the timer over and over and over again). She also came up with her own look for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tri</span>-fold <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">standy</span> up thing all of the work gets attached to.<br />I did however, have to type the entire thing out, because there is really a lot of writing that goes along with a science project, and it made for a very frustrated kindergartner. She dictated and I typed. There should be no question as to who did the work. I'm very proud and out of ink.<br /><br />BTW - if you want a summer treat that lasts and lasts, go for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Popsicle</span>.Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-54573410775667419052009-04-15T07:23:00.000-07:002009-04-15T07:29:40.902-07:00Great ArtistsTomorrow night is the Davey Elementary Art and Science Expo. I have been spending all of my spare time at the school preparing and displaying art. So far, my favorite works are the 4th grade weaving pieces.<br />So many of these kids are natural artists - great with color, form and imagination. They will be proud to see their art hanging.<br />Don't you remember your first showing? How about your first blue ribbon?<br /><br />This has to be the most fun I've had in ages!Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-77746304067642004542009-04-10T09:46:00.001-07:002009-04-10T09:51:49.585-07:00Happy Easter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaiq4GA2qbnlGIXmsv9CdpfK_0uWVi5wQOE9RvPNgWWTo0wjtvK6cXElN652dzPVmHzLS1nSl0Fp7o8aB87aICpTijsdl1Nj3nNbVf8b8Vo7yu_tFrT8QNTSjmKCbIGqSmXeXPmNmhp4E/s1600-h/easter+colors.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323106447037827554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaiq4GA2qbnlGIXmsv9CdpfK_0uWVi5wQOE9RvPNgWWTo0wjtvK6cXElN652dzPVmHzLS1nSl0Fp7o8aB87aICpTijsdl1Nj3nNbVf8b8Vo7yu_tFrT8QNTSjmKCbIGqSmXeXPmNmhp4E/s400/easter+colors.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-84696240541627958192009-04-07T08:28:00.000-07:002009-04-07T08:34:47.554-07:00Kitchen WindowI love my kitchen window, when there isn't snow to look out at.<br />At least I still have my spring flowers to keep my heart warm.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMeymYCXOWjUt-R4bRTAtLQQOXCxeHzrDq4LEEAxTx8OM69jZKk3lNb9XaXRj_XO4-A_XhXcgMIla3J70xhZpYf4ULTY9Ud3abJvC6GPHCVUaCN8z0qyQd4pmJH6C5cCFhRcKXXBwumw/s1600-h/DSCN2369.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321972370860917602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMeymYCXOWjUt-R4bRTAtLQQOXCxeHzrDq4LEEAxTx8OM69jZKk3lNb9XaXRj_XO4-A_XhXcgMIla3J70xhZpYf4ULTY9Ud3abJvC6GPHCVUaCN8z0qyQd4pmJH6C5cCFhRcKXXBwumw/s320/DSCN2369.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-3977473035078284072009-04-06T16:15:00.000-07:002009-04-06T20:39:14.966-07:00Time Keeps On Slipping<div>I know blogging every 2 weeks is no way to keep readers interested. It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">certainly</span> no way to guide readers to my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">etsy</span> shop or even to my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ebay</span> listings. </div>
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<br /><div>So I'm back to the same whine about time. </div>
<br /><div>What has to give? I would love to give up doing laundry, dishes, making the beds. Not having to clean the dog poo in the yard would be a thrill, but it would be seriously thrilling for the mail carrier trying to dodge the mines in my yard. On top of my mama-wife-household life, I added a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hemoc</span> Center advisory committee and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">chair-mama</span> for the Davey Elementary Art Expo. Which really means hours of displaying amazing art and trying to get someone to judge it. </div>
<br /><div>I have also started a new line of jewelry to add to my shop and an additional blog for my photography.</div>
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<br /><div>I'm back to the question. What do I have to give up to be more streamlined. Apparently, the answer is sleep.</div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-71377319687108225602009-04-02T07:01:00.000-07:002009-04-02T08:05:53.718-07:00Home again, home again, jiggity-jig<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4AmFa0c5oqM58ldVGelN0Q0RCdgDPxojFMWS1RAuzev0HWR0fH4PP1D3LzjWDIOpSA9Z3qcqVfjJi32YvM-k3M4e7ZkoTPRYgtnxKjvRY31gsCNYEAdd6gVKugbhq-o1AW61q9fbCq4/s1600-h/DSCN5949.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319916250378438050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4AmFa0c5oqM58ldVGelN0Q0RCdgDPxojFMWS1RAuzev0HWR0fH4PP1D3LzjWDIOpSA9Z3qcqVfjJi32YvM-k3M4e7ZkoTPRYgtnxKjvRY31gsCNYEAdd6gVKugbhq-o1AW61q9fbCq4/s320/DSCN5949.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had a blast in Buffalo; I always enjoy going home.<br /><br /><div>Great friends, some of the best food in the country and the constant voices of the gulls. What isn't to love? Those people that make fun of Buffalo, have never been there. Okay, I'll give you the weather jokes, but at least they don't have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hurricanes</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tornado's</span>.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I had been craving a real fish fry for weeks and I wasn't disappointed in the little place mom ordered from... I only wish I knew the name of the joint, but it's some little bar in Kaiser Town. If you know Buffalo, you already know where she got it from, I'm sure. Everyone gets their Lent fish fry form this little place. Even wasps like us.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>My kids and I had a day with an old friend. We had 15 years, 2 husbands, 4 kids, too many pets and what seemed to be a lifetime in no time to catch up on. That was the ultimate in fun and we plan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">od</span> doing the same here in Kent soon. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Yay</span>!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I have the pleasure of making my mom a watch. She and Dad have their 50<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> class reunion coming up and she wants something pretty to match her dress. Which is a size M, I might add. Go Mom, she looks H-O-T for a Granny. What is the bonus of making my mom a watch? Bead shopping, of course! I bought myself a few trinkets to add to the collection and a few charms to add to my "mama bracelet" as well. I love buying in a shop where I can feel the beads and I don't have a shop near me anymore. the drawback to buying in a shop is that I overspend; maybe it's for the best that I don't have a shop close by. But don't you love the pearls? And the dyed quartz was too pretty to pass up.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>For all of the fun we had and Husband did get rest he hasn't had since the kids and I have been back. I am so glad to be home!</div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-85794284943231990872009-04-01T14:39:00.000-07:002009-04-01T14:43:13.014-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kxDOu7TMSqcgzbHOw05sCIpEawt28WU5g_KZnPdCKBAKLui5ydEPIgWdA9GqdKbRaCUApYUODmjn8XwkvSquQ7U5T4Q5WnViQ8KxzSwkPhRBsWLT-sEqgdWXrXaWh9gAtP9zg_6bU8w/s1600-h/DSCN5908.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319841690660116866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kxDOu7TMSqcgzbHOw05sCIpEawt28WU5g_KZnPdCKBAKLui5ydEPIgWdA9GqdKbRaCUApYUODmjn8XwkvSquQ7U5T4Q5WnViQ8KxzSwkPhRBsWLT-sEqgdWXrXaWh9gAtP9zg_6bU8w/s320/DSCN5908.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHkHmqOwjhkz2TupjpKeP-qzmmnpD0ERm__sIozXEi2BhAEeWOx0MahFJJy81jtSMd9zsKReB-2zNd8cgZ5p5zAIUZDoi3i_lBSpwerrxjew40qCIPTW62Dx43zV60-bUkp2Ik2nbvlw/s1600-h/DSCN5929.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319841688765396386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHkHmqOwjhkz2TupjpKeP-qzmmnpD0ERm__sIozXEi2BhAEeWOx0MahFJJy81jtSMd9zsKReB-2zNd8cgZ5p5zAIUZDoi3i_lBSpwerrxjew40qCIPTW62Dx43zV60-bUkp2Ik2nbvlw/s320/DSCN5929.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2c8qmdfGAXRufIZ1DzZcH_uuOLAqf67iPHILoBDs4CJTblVrFy41m_nXMfA_jrlUd-urQw1soFjy7M7rEh9OZBHwxOsn5SMlUSUF4m1NLa64DyttQBCyuxxOUaU6q_IH_kOBNgc4_H1o/s1600-h/DSCN5926.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319841682369773698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2c8qmdfGAXRufIZ1DzZcH_uuOLAqf67iPHILoBDs4CJTblVrFy41m_nXMfA_jrlUd-urQw1soFjy7M7rEh9OZBHwxOsn5SMlUSUF4m1NLa64DyttQBCyuxxOUaU6q_IH_kOBNgc4_H1o/s320/DSCN5926.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-63533030457696180322009-03-21T10:38:00.001-07:002009-03-21T10:54:40.742-07:00Shuffle Off to Buffalo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3ykBGtspR-mOcxxRWUOx5Z3DblthwJU8mItGCoDGJ80qrd9vxAouS-J6a0CSV0e8E3pQvPeNo9jRZXb6hwyIpBZUmFzrbWUwf5FHLYA7oasdXoDlV9ipgB73AknSYr2Y8D_ksQ9eVgg/s1600-h/DSCN4332.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315700903872518642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3ykBGtspR-mOcxxRWUOx5Z3DblthwJU8mItGCoDGJ80qrd9vxAouS-J6a0CSV0e8E3pQvPeNo9jRZXb6hwyIpBZUmFzrbWUwf5FHLYA7oasdXoDlV9ipgB73AknSYr2Y8D_ksQ9eVgg/s320/DSCN4332.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The curse on Mr. continues (more about that at a later time). He is slated to work 8pm-5:30am for the next 2-3 weeks. He will be pulling down a ceiling, cataloguing it and then putting it back up in a new spot - 20 feet from its original spot. I keep telling him not to complain, he has a job. He will be going to bed after his normal 4:30 wake time. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>What does this have to do with Buffalo? This is the week of Fairy Princess' spring break. That means I am required to keep a 6 year old and 2 year old and 2 spoiled dogs quiet while Daddy sleeps. A task that will cause tears and scolding, for being normal kids. I don't think so...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Granny and Poppy, here we come! 5 days of daily help, maybe a meal made by someone other than myself. A good fish fry perhaps? And an ocean deep claw foot tub to play mermaid in. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Yep. Buffalo, here we come!</div><br /><div></div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-56960618989859201772009-03-18T10:07:00.001-07:002009-03-18T10:08:24.972-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoD2TAIMMS_N2JIAmfgjRFwDUCVWPlfAD6nB-BZ5Jzh0iTlLR3uFgfeKjhUAOgF8bEOXm7X9pmWAUSu4stPEX2UYp2-sVUf3R_CMKF9C5XY4RuKqOjOjE0xJFCNoH8TMB1m7JbLvAWHQw/s1600-h/DSCN5878.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314575747481065794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoD2TAIMMS_N2JIAmfgjRFwDUCVWPlfAD6nB-BZ5Jzh0iTlLR3uFgfeKjhUAOgF8bEOXm7X9pmWAUSu4stPEX2UYp2-sVUf3R_CMKF9C5XY4RuKqOjOjE0xJFCNoH8TMB1m7JbLvAWHQw/s320/DSCN5878.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-62214367553562576502009-03-16T10:36:00.001-07:002009-03-16T10:41:53.408-07:00A New Week, A New Attitude<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rhWb-OlRHJGA52LDvN21jgVPmMy4GzblRAsSh_9gptA_MOW_FmOIUYaRn2UYsUl8M_E4TQkdELZoGSPak7ITrNWqHEBaVDQyJlAnJ7xOVvfdoLtgT7-x0K3I4HTrb8qiG25OWKMK9Ao/s1600-h/DSCN5861.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313841962960166674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rhWb-OlRHJGA52LDvN21jgVPmMy4GzblRAsSh_9gptA_MOW_FmOIUYaRn2UYsUl8M_E4TQkdELZoGSPak7ITrNWqHEBaVDQyJlAnJ7xOVvfdoLtgT7-x0K3I4HTrb8qiG25OWKMK9Ao/s320/DSCN5861.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I was just a wee whiney last night.<br /><br />Well, that's all done now and the new week has really started. The linens are in the wash, Fairy Princess is back in school and the dreaded pink eye seems to have missed me and the kids.<br /><br />I have a very clean house since I obsesed last week. Hey, that leave me time to finish a few items and get them listed! And I tell ya, I feel a sale coming my way!Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-1641254751841276462009-03-15T20:08:00.000-07:002009-03-15T20:27:18.330-07:00What a stinking Week It WasI need a little whine time here. Pass this over if you like.<br /><br />Fairy Princess had the flu and missed school all week long. She cried every time I called her off, she loves school. Finally, I printed up Kindergarten papers off the web for her to work on. She's now past the number they were working on in class. <br /><br />Then The Husband catches the flu. He gets to spend the entire day in bed. I swear he got sick on purpose... Even though he had a fever of 102 degrees, I'm still envious of his time in bed.<br /><br />Little Man keeps crying for his Sissy and Daddy. Mommy is no longer any fun and no paint, play dough or circus tricks could change his mind.<br /><br />Finally, Fairy Princess is much better. Well enough for her 1st slumber party at at friends house. Six 6 year olds... The mommy must be medicated. All of the girls had a great time and I only had 1 kid at home waking up at night. WooHoo me, the weekend is getting brighter.<br /><br />I bathed in bleach all week, and washed all soft and hard surfaces my kid and husband touched. All should be well<br /><br />Husband has a secondary infection (sinus infection) and PINK EYE! I bathe the house in bleach again, Lysol everything and purchase a case of Purel.<br /><br />I think I have pink eye, still can't take a nap even if I did have a 102 degree fever because tomorrow is Monday.Husband works all week. Not that I'm complaining about work, I just want a @#$% nap. <br /><br />On top of it all. Two, count them, TWO sales were canceled by the people who made purchases! Dirty Bastards.<br /><br />Sunday night is almost done. I know, Sunday is the first day of the week, but I'm calling Monday the first day this week... It can only get better from here. Right?Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-62716177088563594372009-03-12T09:15:00.001-07:002009-03-12T09:20:01.758-07:00Favorite ThingsThis drawer is one of my favorite places in my house. And I have 3 more beautiful drawers like it.<br />Some of these linens are family pieces made by Dulcie, Dearie and Grandma Percy. Some are just fabulous finds. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMPVqxBrDexiInpnRsWvP-1OGBPOpXfMVmq6ZANRKuelq3IQPO3AjICBsYSefelwbGtseBvzqmKZWNppLiX_mTdetiij3oWIbtLSUaCssFbhnJ5huNur5b0YKAjTacDw5LAfqLxxV22g/s1600-h/DSCN5780.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMPVqxBrDexiInpnRsWvP-1OGBPOpXfMVmq6ZANRKuelq3IQPO3AjICBsYSefelwbGtseBvzqmKZWNppLiX_mTdetiij3oWIbtLSUaCssFbhnJ5huNur5b0YKAjTacDw5LAfqLxxV22g/s320/DSCN5780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312335938351050802" /></a>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-37835414524020877002009-03-11T00:11:00.000-07:002009-03-12T09:15:00.044-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh21N2KZBnw2oFf5JfyJCyQrjHiV6O4DoM7D3uXjXrHEwIftEFrmGyPhyphenhyphenwbf6ADRm1PV0Yzzf183zTZoR8CUxknoESzN-xV5hfxlaoEsPVtYDVwNlTgyGrc4XbYigJfX7N3iBN0Hi0jWMo/s1600-h/DSCN5663.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh21N2KZBnw2oFf5JfyJCyQrjHiV6O4DoM7D3uXjXrHEwIftEFrmGyPhyphenhyphenwbf6ADRm1PV0Yzzf183zTZoR8CUxknoESzN-xV5hfxlaoEsPVtYDVwNlTgyGrc4XbYigJfX7N3iBN0Hi0jWMo/s320/DSCN5663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312334817545877794" /></a>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-28337191016667267982009-03-10T18:00:00.001-07:002009-03-10T18:04:50.340-07:00Playing for Keeps<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBS1SlrnejRv4lTZpeKEZisCLsLSOhFwOSuWAdL3VSqWFLNFOTMI9ryV4ic1B3gUPzDk0p7pa7tjYV8OTUf0RrHJG3Kjj9CVtHJtWfezYk2xMcyG3DFp6Xq3P_r1SzRi15fPfBu8kDzXY/s1600-h/DSCN5784.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBS1SlrnejRv4lTZpeKEZisCLsLSOhFwOSuWAdL3VSqWFLNFOTMI9ryV4ic1B3gUPzDk0p7pa7tjYV8OTUf0RrHJG3Kjj9CVtHJtWfezYk2xMcyG3DFp6Xq3P_r1SzRi15fPfBu8kDzXY/s320/DSCN5784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311729731631053426" /></a><br />What could be more fun than playing in the mud?<br /><br />Playing in paste!<br /><br />This is my first attempt at paper mache since grade school. <br />What a blast I had! I think she is a first in a series, because I kept having the greatest ideas pop into my head as I was forming her and painting her.Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-88097171407053946412009-03-07T11:09:00.000-08:002009-03-07T11:57:41.189-08:00Art Heals<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-KfcRHrvE_OffufgK7fe4R8WlXGX7GhGLTx73pJsL2FHyIjfGOluS1sWpdRG17dr1wdy1NyLVYVGky1CpgPROBNX4gKwVbjC4P8GZNg8qCyWvrUW3uYfmhhE8BI9F0g0MKQCBfomWQo/s1600-h/100_8451.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310537206175411906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-KfcRHrvE_OffufgK7fe4R8WlXGX7GhGLTx73pJsL2FHyIjfGOluS1sWpdRG17dr1wdy1NyLVYVGky1CpgPROBNX4gKwVbjC4P8GZNg8qCyWvrUW3uYfmhhE8BI9F0g0MKQCBfomWQo/s200/100_8451.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>2.5 years ago, Ian was diagnosed with a rare form of the bleeding disorder, Von Willebrand Disease. We spent hours upon hours sitting and waiting in Hemoc Unit at Children's Hospital. Waiting for Factor, blood to cease flowing from my babies body, waiting, worrying, being very afraid. All while loving and protecting my broken baby and teaching my preschooler not to be afraid and that life is wonderful. I was an angry woman, every trip to that place was like a death march on my soul.<br />Anger, fear and parenting do not go well together, so I really needed to get myself together.<br />I did this with my camera and with fabric, floss and beads.<br />I needed a portable project to keep in our "hospital bag". A small Glad container with lovely floss, fabric and beads fit in perfectly and a small embroidery hoop takes almost no space. I started my black on black project pretty early on. I'm still not finished, and my not be for a while. I do have bitter sweet thoughts woven into this project. Fear, exhaustion, pride, all sewn into one little black squirrel. It may be a while before I complete him, but I pull him out now and then and add a few stitches. It was good to have my hands occupied and something entirely different to think about.<br />It was my camera that really started the healing. Being behind a camera is like an outer body experience. You can hide right out in the open and see the would around you in a new light. I started photographing everything from hospital days to shopping at my local co-op.<br />Thankfully, these days are much easier and Ian's own Factor has bumped up a bit, so there are far fewer hospital days. We all breath much easier here and life is as normal as any other household with kids and too many pets. I still carry my camera everywhere I go.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSPpespcfHaKbkG1fDkwiOk6QPOrwjy1NlApm8TqQyGP6GsyDnT-v1kuKz5OHZFLlV9Zj-JcXvLPuNx6Ktd2uuiojrv8eBHf_m03SGlKXLiyURY7EjMwVVFx9DjElwOO_owFcMNZOQ_Ww/s1600-h/DSCN5774.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310537196764212898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSPpespcfHaKbkG1fDkwiOk6QPOrwjy1NlApm8TqQyGP6GsyDnT-v1kuKz5OHZFLlV9Zj-JcXvLPuNx6Ktd2uuiojrv8eBHf_m03SGlKXLiyURY7EjMwVVFx9DjElwOO_owFcMNZOQ_Ww/s200/DSCN5774.JPG" border="0" /></a>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-77540924828886641462009-03-06T06:07:00.001-08:002009-03-06T06:17:25.086-08:00Fabulous Finds Friday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFyeIIJHoAAdR6KXwbxinsoNBTPtqykCBaDyHabAzCHqSYT0nPwykNN83b4iH0WYriOYFKNHPV9Kff6geLAKIcwPlaiUHyEXqwQPVBZMYl1ORHIBJ21tKU357HNr8Bkj-2bvfx5VMTNw/s1600-h/100_4006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310077100757661954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFyeIIJHoAAdR6KXwbxinsoNBTPtqykCBaDyHabAzCHqSYT0nPwykNN83b4iH0WYriOYFKNHPV9Kff6geLAKIcwPlaiUHyEXqwQPVBZMYl1ORHIBJ21tKU357HNr8Bkj-2bvfx5VMTNw/s400/100_4006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyalXFHLJ1PIfmyn3S5dry3DJof-pWRCKLdckSvYjKkDFG68fHYOVY_SycTUIhm2oY0jC9yTkMk93IzF71Bj7MSHXzFiVfAZE0xDYmm5SQqig9NTDHnS0QbYKcG54z8Y4JaMspcsehu40/s1600-h/100_3518.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310077098354087394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyalXFHLJ1PIfmyn3S5dry3DJof-pWRCKLdckSvYjKkDFG68fHYOVY_SycTUIhm2oY0jC9yTkMk93IzF71Bj7MSHXzFiVfAZE0xDYmm5SQqig9NTDHnS0QbYKcG54z8Y4JaMspcsehu40/s400/100_3518.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> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Don't you just love a great estate sale? How about your favorite thrift shop? Mine really gave me something special this week....</div></div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-70450748305601459562009-03-05T09:23:00.000-08:002009-03-05T09:34:57.504-08:00Sneak Peek<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_Hj49avu7rWX_MI0RGdfe4bMTemPpENoTtOg7viNHDwq7yyRhkiwlMPTrFuObXf5AhcMYvU20ftjt372N6cP8LlKcOihe4cj8KvnILEaisNSkWud7CYj16UxUhhPmDKPR744Aa2an_U/s1600-h/DSCN5652.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309757358357917890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_Hj49avu7rWX_MI0RGdfe4bMTemPpENoTtOg7viNHDwq7yyRhkiwlMPTrFuObXf5AhcMYvU20ftjt372N6cP8LlKcOihe4cj8KvnILEaisNSkWud7CYj16UxUhhPmDKPR744Aa2an_U/s400/DSCN5652.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><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> </div><div> </div><div>Here is a sneak peek at some up-coming listings!</div><div>Don't you just love fresh laundry? </div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-37983832330110372562009-03-04T08:21:00.000-08:002009-03-04T08:12:27.706-08:00Like Mother Like Daughter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfMZhrL5QTfCL7OjU3_Nych61r2jbAAnjFEeMeqUt-RW7uEZfT9atYO0hW1V0_M4mZMGPvAOsRdLuCH3-xviqtOIY46B6V9OfmADZHQRue6-TuSvDqm2JEqoMQ_ex9xAEUuA48t8z54E/s1600-h/DSCN5776.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309183173623185474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfMZhrL5QTfCL7OjU3_Nych61r2jbAAnjFEeMeqUt-RW7uEZfT9atYO0hW1V0_M4mZMGPvAOsRdLuCH3-xviqtOIY46B6V9OfmADZHQRue6-TuSvDqm2JEqoMQ_ex9xAEUuA48t8z54E/s400/DSCN5776.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Some things just make me smile...</div><br /><div>And my kindergartner trying so hard to learn embroidery makes me smile big!</div><br /><br /><div></div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-12831056919350226762009-03-03T20:08:00.000-08:002009-03-03T20:17:24.311-08:00Busy Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mUYTa3owJ80EKh-Rj3ehhXRo137w969TQ3hH-N5kcHAha3yS25FHv-mT2jksLt2vbIYSAydNJXylCApP4iDxoALQiAKY8EB5AEJJTqSZP9lE5GOeB5HF2A72YKM6oxzl6mQgmYmgFtw/s1600-h/DSCN5721.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309181862879224338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mUYTa3owJ80EKh-Rj3ehhXRo137w969TQ3hH-N5kcHAha3yS25FHv-mT2jksLt2vbIYSAydNJXylCApP4iDxoALQiAKY8EB5AEJJTqSZP9lE5GOeB5HF2A72YKM6oxzl6mQgmYmgFtw/s400/DSCN5721.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6N_gSvXLoSs_OXN3mBJ2JERXDpd5LK7GcbWCjvfRf1sjyTAf_S4UY0YZ7RFCcAhddYdz3OonnU6wxlOc31u2ejQNwe8rLx1M4YbHV3uhBFhsHfTP1JM8D1LjUHsQngOPQvKrcg3Rzdxw/s1600-h/DSCN5713.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309181853420150898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6N_gSvXLoSs_OXN3mBJ2JERXDpd5LK7GcbWCjvfRf1sjyTAf_S4UY0YZ7RFCcAhddYdz3OonnU6wxlOc31u2ejQNwe8rLx1M4YbHV3uhBFhsHfTP1JM8D1LjUHsQngOPQvKrcg3Rzdxw/s400/DSCN5713.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmCxPXMf4NR6j794MzZP0yUW6SqubXxEJV3QfitRsJ2D5Y1c6pMosIu1-EIdzORikIyWhvaOor8VINJegeREMsdi1bKijJdeYNGrai4GqSlPFdUkC9tAM4mUefqj-Ek53lc4yCrRjpY0/s1600-h/DSCN5702.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309181849914840866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmCxPXMf4NR6j794MzZP0yUW6SqubXxEJV3QfitRsJ2D5Y1c6pMosIu1-EIdzORikIyWhvaOor8VINJegeREMsdi1bKijJdeYNGrai4GqSlPFdUkC9tAM4mUefqj-Ek53lc4yCrRjpY0/s400/DSCN5702.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>It's been a busy day <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">in the</span> Ratliff household.<br />Gymnastics followed by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Stownut</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Donut</span> for a mid morning snack, to the bank for cash and back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Stownut</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">donut</span> to pay for said snack. Oops.<br />Once Fairy Princess hopped onto the school bus, Little Man and I got busy. I tidied toys and he brought them all back out again, we had hot cocoa and I took photos in between diaper changes and Thomas the Train track drama.<br />Here is a sample of what I did today...</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-14293488905251438822009-02-28T20:31:00.000-08:002009-02-28T20:33:43.546-08:00Egg Money<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I was driving down Main Street last Thursday afternoon. Completely annoyed with the dump truck driver in the truck in front of me. The guy needed to make up his mind; either blow through the yellow lights or stop at a reasonable distance. These quick stops are spewing stone all over the place and replacing a windshield just isn't in the budget right now. Instead of letting my head throb form traffic, I decided to take a right on Quaint Ave. I won't get to my destination (Target) any sooner, but I'll be less annoyed and I love looking at the houses. The houses are of the same era and style as my own little house. But inside; well, inside, I know they have shining hardwood, built-in cabinetry and back staircases. This neighborhood is my little dream just three blocks away from my own street.<br />Usually, my heart gives a little leap when I see the Tangerine Dream. A huge, orange house with an overgrown flower garden and beautifully crafted scroll work. Thursday, all I felt was sadness. And then anger.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ahhh</span>. I've felt this before. It's loss.Why Thursday? A sunny day, kids in their car seats, we're running errands, eating a Frosty and I have The Cure playing just loud enough so I can sing and dance like the 80's loving fool I am? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hmm</span>. This is a feeling that usually hits me a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">few</span> days after a clinic visit, and comes as no surprise.Oh. Dream neighborhood. Bills to pay. Truck to fix. Blood to fix. My plans will never come to be. The built-ins, the back staircase, the 3rd floor attic space that would be a studio-playroom, the wavy brick road. These things will never happen. I am mourning the loss of the future I had made up in my imagination.<br />I never had the address I lost on Thursday, so why was it so upsetting? I worry about the future all of the time. Constantly. The unsettled feeling that something is forgotten, something needs to be done, something foreboding is about to happen is always hangs over me. An odd feeling for this happy girl, but it's there and I dare not speak of it to anyone. I am a happy girl, I get things done with a smile. I am the care taker of the world. I hold these worries and losses tight to me so others don't have to.<br />What do I have to worry about? I worry that medical bills will cause us to lose everything we have. I worry that we will be living with my parents, without health insurance, or cute shoes. I worry about how Little Man will pay for his medical bills in the distant future, health insurance, a home, car and family. I worry.My husband has a good job, he works amazingly hard. However, I can't afford to go to work. We cannot afford child care. Plus, who could I trust to take care of Little Man and who would be willing to take that task? Someone recently told me to think outside the box.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hmmm</span>. With two little ones at home I could take "900" calls, breath heavy and sigh lightly. But I would get the giggles, I know I would. Anyway, dirty talk to me is all about floors and laundry; not quite the turn on I imagine most 900 callers are looking for. I could go the way of generations of women before me and sell eggs. But I don't have any chickens. I do, however have eggs that are ripe for the picking and no where near <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">expiration</span>. Thanks to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">government</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">insurance</span> companies, they cost quite a lot for me to keep under control, so if I got rid of these precious eggs I could lessen a monthly bill and make someone else happy. This just may be a winning idea.</span>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-52493808975739708302009-02-28T13:34:00.000-08:002009-02-28T13:35:36.789-08:00Change is GoodNew Name, updated look. I'm happy with the new blog, let's hope I keep up with it.Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-44377788535485372122009-02-27T12:01:00.000-08:002009-02-27T12:09:37.726-08:00In the blink of an eyeIan woke this morning with a small eye hemorrhage. It's nothing dangerous or serious, he can't even feel the spot. It is however, a little disturbing to see that red spot in his eye. Yet again I am reminded that our day can change at the blink of a pretty brown eye and my daydreams may be just that.<br />And then I thought of the Aesop's Fable, A girl and her bucket.<br /><br />A young girl was going to market with a bucket of milk on her head.<br />"With the gold that I get from the sale of this milk, I'll buy a red hen," she said. "The hen will lay eggs, they'll hatch and then I'll have many chicks to raise. I'll feed them well and when they're grown, they will each lay eggs. and those eggs will hatch and I will have more hens, who'll lay more eggs that will hatch into chicks...<br />Before long I'll be rich and I'll wear fine clothes with emeralds and rubies from my collar to my toes. and one day perhaps I shall visit the Queen. I shall bring her rare gifts from China. I'll enter the court with my arms full of treasure. Bowing low I shall say, "FOR YOUR MAJESTY'S PLEASURE!"<br />And she bowed low...<br />With that sweep of her arm, she knocked off the bucket and spilled her fantasy load.<br />"Oh dear," she cried, "my dreams are splattered in puddles of milk on the road...."Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-30964030341552204422009-02-26T13:26:00.000-08:002009-02-26T12:05:11.754-08:00Meet Dulcie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDpf2DmzuZG3bYAWQ_quvYBzTAyIYhpMEEHq1PPE4cmWRSflepzKFl9Hr7hJM1qkYc7wHG5oIJ2GTsTM4dmMaLlZ-SeI8HA02rTly2byUgTNAyhrIooXeEyh-XqxYeuiRbf6wm3Kkf6I/s1600-h/01-01-2006+11%3B35%3B01PM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306561852312329410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDpf2DmzuZG3bYAWQ_quvYBzTAyIYhpMEEHq1PPE4cmWRSflepzKFl9Hr7hJM1qkYc7wHG5oIJ2GTsTM4dmMaLlZ-SeI8HA02rTly2byUgTNAyhrIooXeEyh-XqxYeuiRbf6wm3Kkf6I/s400/01-01-2006+11%3B35%3B01PM.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I come from a long line of lace makers, poets, painters. Women that found beauty in the most difficult and unusual of circumstances. But there is one woman that took me by the hand and led me to a path of imagination and creativity in a way that no other could possibly do.<br /><br />I would like to introduce my grandmother, Dulcie to you. She was the brilliantly talented woman I have named my shop, Dulcie's Daughters, after. She was a poet, painter and master gardener ; she was a true Renaissance Woman in every way. Her sense of adventure led her to go against tradition and earn her medical degree in a University where only 3 women were enrolled. Her talent earned her publication and acclaim; her grace earned her friendships throughout the world. And through my sister and me, she insured that the creativity flowing though our bodies was never lost to us.Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-46058431818461007782009-02-21T15:43:00.000-08:002009-02-21T15:51:16.378-08:00Featured On Day One and I Am So Greatful<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipclSHFAv_Aqw67x6e_Ao2T1ETF5UeYVuebSKUF-D-UsJvmIjL1_MKilHDZXNk_mzQZ-nkWHxFvocOMI1FwJ1oaZp_WNwEF5AFyoKVhgL_C1hvZyBNGIbnycRuPLx7GDtx2-72NI5eFj8/s1600-h/wheel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305402392376107506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipclSHFAv_Aqw67x6e_Ao2T1ETF5UeYVuebSKUF-D-UsJvmIjL1_MKilHDZXNk_mzQZ-nkWHxFvocOMI1FwJ1oaZp_WNwEF5AFyoKVhgL_C1hvZyBNGIbnycRuPLx7GDtx2-72NI5eFj8/s400/wheel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>I was so excited last night when I finally finished my first Etsy listings, and then I woke up to this... <a href="http://www.etsy.com/treasury_list_west.php?room_id=44236">http://www.etsy.com/treasury_list_west.php?room_id=44236</a> !<br /><br />I know photography isn't the easiest sell, but I do hope this is a sign of things to come. Yay me!</div>Christine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781472753214540925.post-20988188691312841992009-02-20T23:04:00.000-08:002009-02-20T23:05:10.646-08:00WooHoo!That's all I've got to sayChristine Ratliffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04559432430026843714noreply@blogger.com0