Halloween Theme This Year is...

 Hello there!

When the weather starts to change and whispers of Autumn can be seen I feel the need to start decorating for Halloween! 

Since moving to Canada it has started a little earlier than when I lived in the southern states. Some people think I am crazy but my friends know me so well they tip me off to the shops that are already displaying Halloween items so I can begin my shopping.

Every year I pick a theme. From Harry Potter at Hogwarts to Ghosts and Goblins, I enjoy many themes but save most of the gory, bloody stuff for the haunted houses.

This year I have decided to have a Witches School theme, not Harry Potter wizards more like Salem witches! So I began by collecting ideas with my kids on a Pinterest board as you can have collaborators so everyone can add ideas. After a few days be sat together and scrolled through the ideas until we agreed on

  the Salem Acadamy for Witches.

I have begun on projects and have lots more in the works. I like to give myself plenty of time to make them because, well, life is busy and I want to enjoy this! So, I will be posting as I go along with some tutorials if I remember to take pics along the way.

Stay tuned to see how the Salem Acadamy for Witches turns out.

Happy crafting Witches!

April

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I am not the only one

My son told me today that I am unique and not all people are as creative and ambitious as I am.

I forget that.

It's good to have a reminder every now and then. Some people relax by watching T.V., reading, sleeping or playing games.

I create.

I love the feeling of bringing my thoughts to life.  Seeing the beauty as the work is in progress. There is something magical about holding the finished product in my hand. Not everyone feels that way but I do.

I can not but create.

Thinking of my friends and family I realize that my father is the same way, for the most part, but on a different scale. For me it's fanciful things like Dragons, Mermaids and Fairies. I make things that I decorate with, wear or give to friends.

He builds.

Using tools and machines that I can't even figure out how to turn on he can make them do things I didn't know was possible. He built the house I lived in as a child with secret rooms and a waterfall, tennis courts and game rooms with arches of rock that look like they belong in a castle.

He makes magic in his own way.

So, when my child gives me a reminder that I am different and not everyone is like me, I smile knowing I'm not the only one.

And that is okay.