a favor to ask...

 

 

 

 

 

Hi Friends,

   I have a favor to ask of you. Jason (the middle of my younger brothers) was admitted into the hospital on Thursday. He had been feeling ill on and off for a bit of time and finally decided that he needed to go to the emergency room when he had consistent high fever, loss of appetite, etc. If you could/would send good thoughts and prayers his way that would mean so much to me and much more importantly, to him. As a family we're still not sure what's exactly wrong with him. He underwent lots and lots of tests and the results aren't due back 'til Monday or Tuesday. It's impossible for the mind not to wander into worst case scenarios but we're all facing this with positivity and hope that whatever is wrong is manageable and passing. He's the type of kid who so much likes to be surrounded by friends and family and these next few days will be rough because for his health's sake his doctors are ordering that he limits contact with others. We will all be with him in spirit and take our turns seeing him 24/7. I know I owe so many of you emails. And lots of work and orders are running a bit behind, but we're chipping away. Thanks so much to all of you for being in my bright corner. I'll be sure to keep you all informed.

 

xoxo Jenny

Ubercrafts a plenty!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but me and Aaron are your go-to-guys when it comes to dog sitting, cat feeding, plant watering, bringing your trash cans to the curb when you're out of town, bringing in your mail, watching the kids, etc...And not because we excel at any one of those things. It's just that we're always around to do it. When family or friends go out of town they know just where Aaron and I will be...right here! You can call Aaron at most hours of the day and say "I'm outta gas about thirty miles east of anywhere...can you come get me!?" More than likely he'll be able to come get you. If Walt desperately needs help with a school report he put off 'til the last minute...I can be there, pencil in hand, in ten minutes. Living near your family and being in business for yourself can feel like being a surgeon on-call. Everybody knows we can shift our schedule around...because we make it up as we go!

  I bring this up because this past week we've had my sister's tiny little dog Jack (whom we only call Jackie, and my sister HATES it!). Missy had been down in Mexico and Me and Aar are really the only two viable long term babysitters when it comes to Jack. He's a little dog and like most of his kind he despises being left home alone...at all. Since we work from home, we're a perfect fit for entertaining the 'lil pipsqueak for a week. So counting Carlos the Chihuahua, it's been the four of us this week, and although Jack's 6 am pee schedule is taxing, we've been having a blast with the little guy. Last night, around midnight we picked up Missy from the airport and tearfully gave up little Jackie. Oh yeah, that's another thing, you can ask us to pick you up at the airport at 4 am and we'll oblige. We won't exactly love the experience, but what the heck. What's funny is that I KNOW that so many of you blogging maniacs are the same way! I know that you guys are those people. The one's who get called last minute, in a pinch. And the secret is...we love being those people ! Life goes by in a blink and if you've got your head in the right place you'll find that the most meaningful moments are those that you spent helping your family and friends. The efforts that come without rewards are often the most rewarding. Anyway, I'm making it sound like I'm Mother Theresa just because I babysat one of the cutest little pups you'll ever see! I don't mean it that way! What I mean to say is that when it comes to giving a hand to friends or family...the pleasure is all mine!

Ok, another instance when the pleasure is all mine is Swapping with Kimla! All of these are the masterworks of Kimla! We did a one on one swap and I feel a bit, shall I say...humbled! Since the moment I opened my package from her I've been mumbling "i just can't believe these...i just can't believe these..." I'm speaking of the prize ribbons of course! Yeah, she sent all that other good good stuff, but let me first address those ribbons! First, take a look at their center pieces! That's a Frozen Charlotte on the cream colored one with the daisies...a vintage celluloid doll with a tiny party hat on the turquoise one...and I can't even handle that vintage Easter bunny. I'm seriously getting the sainthood application in order so I can send it off to...the Craftican...(sorry, it's a far stretch from Vatican but you get the point!) The trims alone, on these beauties are worth their weight in gold (but wait, that doesn't quite work, because the trims are very lightweight...again, you get the point!) Really, seriously, I'd be floored if the Materials she used came to my door in a crumpled-up brown paper bag. Which reminds me of a story Kimla told which you can check out on her blog. She is such an amazing hunter gatherer when it comes to perfect vintage stuff that she's got bags of it, forgotten and buried in her workroom! Stuff you or I would swim the English Channel for! She's got it lying around for months and she doesn't even know it! If there are cat burglars in the world who only steal top of the line arts and craft supplies then I'm sure they're surveying Kimla's cache as I type this. Well, ok, Kimla is Godlike in my eyes and I think the pics speak for themselves...but ummm, can you even stand the Silver Bella picture frame?! Kimla is gonna be there and whether she likes it or not she just earned herself a knock-the-wind-outta-her hug upon our physical meeting! She really really hooked me up! The birthday cupcake candle, the macaron candles, her fabulous bunny tag made by Kris Hurst! And, straight from her plentiful plethora of vintage goods, she included this dazzling array of nostalgic adverts! Well, I have to close the subject of Kimla's stuff because if I gush as much as I'd like to I might have to relocate to Yellowstone! Thanks you so so so much Kimla!!! You are too amazing for words! :)

 

 

 

 

My Flickr friend Carol from Germany is such an amazing talent!. And because I'm such an untraveled American I immediately associate her talent with "the old world", "the motherland", simply because she's from Germany! But I do see some truth in it. She's one of those ubercrafters who can collage, solder, papercraft, bejewel, etc. etc... She sent me a pic of this piece of jewelry and I nearly fainted...I swear, it was within a day or two of The Well Read Raven's debut and she already immortalized him behind glass! This is a two sided piece with our Charlotte on the other side...and it's large! If not worn it can be displayed in the home. As soon as I saw thephotos I needed it! The Luftpost could never be fast enough! I love it! And since it's my artwork I treasure it like my bronzed baby shoes. Also, that Dresden foil bunny tag is from the hands of Carol, as well as that little selection of German crepe paper he's resting on. Believe me, German crepe paper is far superior to any of ours (feels almost like fabric and is amazing for nutcup making!)...because it's "old world"!  And I'm only half kidding when I say that! It is true that all this kind of stuff is made better over there. Anyway, I'm so grateful to Carol for her beautiful work! Love love love it!!!

 

I can't believe how fast the time has flown...how quickly the week with little Jackie went. I have to tell you about picking up Missy at the airport and the details of all that in the next post...tequila is involved! Before I sign off, I want to thank all you guys again for all your sweet comments on my Blogiversary. I'm gonna tell "my lady" just how great all you guys made me feel!

 

xoxo Jenny

Thank you so so much my sweet sweet friends!!!!!!

You know...I'm just so fully flattered, happy, honored...and any other words along those lines!!!! All of your comments...each and every one has been read, reread, and read again by both me and Aaron.(with tissue in hand) I'm thrilled to be a small part of all of your days and lives. I feel like we're all in this together. 

  After some of you mentioned going back and reading my first blog entry I did the same. This is rare for me...I never revisit the past when it involves any of my creative output. Portfolios, journals, etc... have always been an issue for me. I've always tried to not look back at the specifics. But I did look back this time and it was quite hilarious! I don't recommend digging back in my archives.  All of the dot dot dots (...) in place of punctuation! And I mostly posted about not knowing how to actually blog!

  Anyway, I took all that you all said to heart and it's like a shot of rocket fuel for future blogging.  Though I have to admit...this week I've not posted after the blogiversary post simply because the Jersey weather has been so darn fantastic and I needed some air! I'll be back tomorrow with some new stuff and the eye candy will be dazzling! For now, I said I'd pick a winner for the give-away and without further ado...here it is... 

 

 # 91  myjunqueart    

so let me know your two 4 x 4 picks and what paper doll you want!

 

  Again, I'm really lacking the words right now to tell you how I feel about all of your wonderful comments. I can say for sure that this week has felt great. I've felt bolstered, backed up, supported, pat on the back. I wish I could've given you all the give-away...really! You all deserve at least that!

Big Big Hugs!!

  Ok, thanks so so much again! I'll be back real soon!

xoxo Jenny

One year blogiversary!!!

(sorry this posting got up so late in the day! we had a lightning storm and power outage over here and I lost my file in the middle and had to retrace my steps!!)

So it was exactly a year ago when I made my initial entry into the world of blogging. And by no means was it a felicitous act. I'd say my motivation leaned more in the direction of desperation. I was home alone, Aaron was in the city at his weekly department meeting (this was Aaron's first "side gig" since we were together...a copy writing job at an urban clothing company hah!), and as is always the case when I'm home alone, I was a nervous wreck. Walking from room to room. Starting tasks, setting them aside and picking up another. When I'd sit I'd never lean back, my butt would only occupy the front four inches of a chair. I'd lean forward, elbows on knees and wait for calamity, doom and devastation. In the morning I'd get three calls from Aaron. The first when he got on the train. The second when he got off. And the third when he arrived at the office. Then we'd exchange bursts of IM's throughout the day but in the between times I was a wreck.

  I had work to do and that was good but it wasn't enough. Working from home can feel like working on a space station, vacuum sealed, isolated and cramped. There was just me and my racing mind. From time to time I'd sit down to the pc and visit my 'first favorite' and 'still to this day favorite' blogs: Posie Gets Cozy, inspireco and My Minutia. They were more tangible than the typical media escapes. Unlike Lifetime movies, the Sci Fi channel, or magazines, these were real people doing real stuff in real time. And I knew exactly where they were coming from. They hailed from the land of creative expression. I was sitting, well mostly standing or pacing, in my apartment which was brimming with artful stuff and I thought it was stuff that other people like me would probably like to see. So that was it. Technologically challenged or not...I was starting a blog.

  I remember making my first post and emailing Aaron the link so he could look it over for me and let me know if I'd failed miserably. I think it's significant that he was in the city that day. If he was home we'd have been working together and I probably wouldn't have felt the undying need to communicate to someone, somewhere, outside of my tiny apartment. And there's more to it than that. Last year, about two months prior to my first blog entry, I had a major panic attack. It was complete with all the symptoms of a stroke. My speech was slurred, vision blurred, one side of my face and one arm went numb, I couldn't remember Aaron's name, my name, or anybody's name. I had trouble catching my breath and I knew I needed to call for help but I didn't know any numbers or who I'd call anyway. Aaron was at the gym but I wasn't really aware of that at the time. I only knew I was alone. I picked up a phone and scrolled through the caller ID looking for anything familiar and I came upon Aaron's last name which looked semi familiar, and hit dial. It was Aaron's mom and I frightened the heck out of her. She calmed me down, called Aaron on his cell and later we went to the emergency room for tests.

  It turns out that it wasn't just anxiety though they assured me that I didn't have a stroke. I have a not uncommon heart condition called mitral valve prolapse. It can actually cause heightened anxiety and panic due to a short-of-breath/ skipping heart beat sensation. It directly elicits all the 'fight or flight' functions of the body. Treatment is rendered with exercise, less caffeine, and anxiety medication. And in my case, some regular trips to a psychologist were very necessary.   

  In a way, this blog is doctor prescribed. My therapist, whom I only refer to as "my lady", sized me up instantly and knew I needed some outlets. I needed to communicate with more people, get out more, and I needed to do more artwork that was for me. She actually made me commit to twenty minutes of "for myself crafting" at least once a week. It was strange. I really wasn't doing any art for art's sake. I felt unworthy. I'd sit down, lay out the supplies, and then I'd get nervous and walk away. The last time I saw "my lady" I kinda hinted to her that I may not be making any mental progress. She smirked at me, flipped back to last year's notes and said, "A year ago today I wanted youto craft for twenty minutes a week. " It's funny in retrospect. I mean, by no means am I now a social butterfly but the phrase "leaps and bounds" doesn't even come close to describing my progress. I am in touch with you guys on a daily basis! I do tons of art for art's sake (though not nearly enough.), I'm going to be instructing at Silver Bella, which will also include my first ever airplane flight! I finish projects faster, photograph them and show them to you guys...I get down with tons of swaps. And most importantly, in all of this I've become someone that others can and do rely on. That was a big issue for me and still is.

  I'm plagued with the feeling that I'm going to fail everyone. This is not meant to be an excuse, but when I get emails...kind, generous emails from dear friends, I have a lot of trouble writing back and often put it off for ages. I feel that I have to send back ten paragraphs. I'd love to send back ten paragraphs because that's how much I want to say! But since I just can't seem to pull it off I send back nothing! It's terrible. Aaron tells me to write back right away, at least a few sentences. And I just can't. It's this weird "all or nothing" thing I got going on. And this blog, it's a challenge. Some days I'll feel like "ah, who cares anyway, maybe I'll just fade away into oblivion again." But then I reacquaint myself with why I got involved in the first place and I'm fired up again! I one by one click through all of my favorite blogs. I read comments, gobble up some eye candy on Flickr, and jump back into the fray!

  Blogging and the online life represent for me a slow rebirth into the game, or the business. Me and Aaron worked as professional artists right out of highschool. We started with painting antique reproduction furniture, murals, faux finishes, all that stuff. We were working with designers all over the place and we were so "young brained" that we took on any challenge without second guessing it. Then we started a handpainted furniture and home accessories line, sold to stores all over, opened our own store, got in national decor magazines like every other month, did the Gift Show at the Javits center in New York, sold to tons more stores, and pretty much we didn't stop moving for years. Our early and mid twenty's are a complete blur and a faded memory. We were not stopping to smell any roses. There were too many longdays and sleepless nights. We were really spreading ourselves thin so we had to close the retail shop so we could fully focus on the wholesale end of things. And then, like in VH1 Behind the Music, it all came to a crashing halt. Aaron was in a so close to fatal car crash that smashed him to bits physically and turned me to mental oatmeal, or I prefer rice pudding. His recovery was slow and arduous. I think he had a total of six surgeries and three of those were on the same part of his leg and spread out over a couple years. So his recovery time spanned three years and in that time he was capable of no great physical feat. I remember he tried to get heavy into murals again and it was during a month of standing on scaffolding that he all of the sudden required a cane again and after some x-rays we found out that the healing process pretty much reversed and he'd need another reconstruction (which also failed eight months later and he required yet another, this time MAJOR reconstruction!) Well, all of this leads to us working from home on small, lightweight art, which is all Aaron was capable of in his recovery time. So necessity brought us to the internet and we are here to stay!

   So this Blogiversary means a lot to me. It's totally not an " oh whata-ya-know...it's been a year already?" For me it represents growth and documented progress. I feel like I have a lot of years that melted together. Anytime you or someone close to goes through endless medical trials, the days, weeks, and months all become the same and all you can think of is that day in the distant future when all of this will be behind you. Well I don't know if I've come to that day yet but I've come to this day. And I can pore over the archives and see that I accomplished some things over the past 365 days. I'm sorry this is such a long post but I think I needed to put it all out there and let you guys know how important you all are to me and that this is no hobby or passing fad. This is real, the links on the right are real, and the chain of real people doing real stuff goes on and on. I'm honored to be a link in that chain.

Ok, now as a thank you for all of your continued support I want to do a giveaway! I'll pick one of your comments at random and the winner gets their choice of :  one paper doll ornament, and any two of the 4x4's below! I know leaving a comment on an AOL blog can be an involved process but please join in if you haven't before. Once you've done it once it's super simple in the future. I'll pick a name on Sunday the 16th. And please remember to put a link to your blog if you have one, and/or email...that way others can come visit you. So please leave a comment and come Sunday one of you can take your three picks from the stuff below!

Thank you all so so much for your kindness, support, and love!

You have no idea how much it means to me!

big big hugs!

xoxo Jenny

The beginning of the end.

As if Labor Day weekend  and the kids returning to school weren't enough nails in summer's coffin...Ice Hockey has begun!! Yup, we went to two of my little bro Walt's games this weekend. Granted, it's not the "real" ice hockey season, not his highschool team, but still Ice hockey. 80 degrees outside and 30 degrees inside. It's a bit surreal when you step back from it but all the hockey parents at the games see nothing strange about it since they've all been at this since their 17 year olds were 6!

 

This is it for little Walt. His senior year. He started school on Thursday and already I'm full with the feelings of his impending graduation. We went cruising around the Jersey Shore with him again Saturday night and since college is imminent we decided to take a walk through a nearby campus. The courtyards around the dorms were full of underclassmen that looked exactly like Walt. There was that first week of school electricity in the air. Lots of kids coming from and heading off to their first college parties. Walt assured me and Aaron that we look 19 (hah!) and that we'd blend right in. At one point we crossed the campus and walked through the hulking main buildings where classes are held and Walt had one of those moments when your soul speaks before your brain even thinks...he said "wow, I'm definitely not ready for this yet." In essence he said what I was thinking. He's little Walty, the kid me and Aaron took out to eat and for some nutty reason he'd tell the waitress it was his birthday. The waitress asked how old he was now and he said "fibe", which was how he pronounced five. We looked at Walty like he was crazy but we went along with his fake birthday bit and he smirked at us like a little devil while the wait staff brought him a slice of cake with candle and all sang happy birthday. He was a sneaky little guy. He could turn a quarter into five bucks in a matter of 15 minutes! Anyway, I guess he sorta sees himself the way we all do... "the baby". I think he looked at all those big columned buildings, those strange kids from all over, the rolling manicured lawns, the sprawling campus maps...and he thought "wait, who's gonna help me pick out my outfits? Who's gonna help with my homework? Who am I gonna bounce off of ? When do I eat and where do I eat? Am I gonna be able to sleep without clutching my dog Arnold? Who's gonna feed my turtles?...wow, I'm definitely not ready for this yet."

It was a touching moment and me and Aaron both reacted with a purposeful non-reaction. We nodded, kept walking, and waited until we dropped off Walt to discuss it. We want him to decide for himself if he's ready to go off to a full time college or first spend a couple semesters at community college. Hockey will figure heavily into what school he chooses but I'm thinking that he'll need to stay close to home in Jersey. He's "the baby".

 

Ok, I'll stop. Imagine if  I was a mom?! I'd be intolerable!!

 

 

Alright, just like our 'little' Charlotte we now have The 'little' Well Read Raven. He's now in handheld size! And we've been busy but we promise that new paintings are coming and we're planning them so they look great grouped. They'll all come in 11 x 14 and 5 x 7 so you can do a big grouping or a mini grouping all in uniform size.

 

* lil' Raven listed here!

or here!

 

 

Oh and check these cuties out! My good friend Jen Duncan sent them to me and for a while they've been out of circulation. Jen emailed me to see if I got them and in fact, I had not. Of course I first panicked and thought they were sitting in Newman's apartment. ( if that last sentence is meaningless to you then I applaud you for not keeping ancient Seinfeld episodes stored in your brain...but maybe if I spew out those references then I'll make room upstairs for more meaningful thoughts and memories!) Anyway, I took a shot in the dark and mentioned to my neighbor if she received my package in error. Well, the fact that you're looking at these pictures proves that she did receive my package. She put it in the backseat of her car, planned to give it to me when she saw me next and then...completely forgot (messy backseat!).  Well here they are in all their adorable glory and I belatedly thank the wonderful Jen Duncan!  The funny thing aboutthese is that I planned on bidding on these on ebay and as I tried to snipe them at the ending of the auction I noticed that the eventual winner had a very familiar name. I emailed Jen to congratulate her on her win and to let her know that great minds think alike! Then Jen emails me back and says she has to share the wealth and that she's sending me three! They came to me with the original faded pastel napkins but Jen also included three "new vintage" replacement napkins by Cath Kidston...love the Cath color palette! Jen you really are just too darn sweet!! Thanks girl!

 

I'm really excited for my blogiversary! This Tuesday the 11th! I'm planning a a BIG give-away so make sure you stop by. Until then I'm locking in...no cruising, no hockey games, I have to work work work! See you next time!

 xoxo Jenny!

Summer has come and passed...

So that's it. The end of summer. For me it's always sweet and sour. The summer can feel like a visiting friend who slightly overstayed their welcome, or if you've spent way too much time indoors (like me), summer can feel like the visiting friend who left before they even unpacked. Part of me is sad to see it go because this happened to be one of those years when I kept talking about the stuff I'd do next summer. I think I've been in the habit of "doing summer" every other year. Maybe my biological clock favors even numbered years! But I'm not really regretful because the other part of me is glad to get free of the stifling heat, marauding mosquitoes, and skin roasting sun rays. I'm totally a girl for the Fall. It's the time of year when I was born so I've always felt the most ME in these months.

  So whether Labor Day weekend marks your last hurrah or a joyous leap into the new season to come, it's always good to get out there and do something. So on Saturday, Aaron came home after running some errands and just as we're about to settle down to a night of work he says "call Walt. Let's go down to Seaside." This was hilarious on many levels...first off, Walt is seventeen years old and most seventeen year olds are already doing something on the last Saturday night of the summer...not Walt, he answers on the first ring and he's ready to go wherever and do whatever. Another funny thing is the idea of us going down to Seaside. That's short for Seaside Heights, a sprawling Jersey shore resort town with miles of boardwalk, rides, games, mini golf, food galore, ice cream etc...which all sounds right up our alley, but the mix of people that comes along with all that is just not us at all. See, Labor Day weekend is THE biggest clubbing weekend down in Seaside and the town is full of THE most ludicrous exaggerations/cliches/stereotypes of Jersey nightclub types! Wall to wall spray on tans, gallons of hair gel, sunglasses worn til 4 am, scantily clad babes on the arms of cartoonishly muscled men. All of this set against a soundtrack of relentless bass beats and the roar of tinted out Cadillac Escalades. This is what we call entertainment. Sure, we start the night with the boardwalk and the fried Oreos, and the Fudge, and the arcades. But when all that closes down we head a block over to the nightclub district and visuallydrink it all in. It's a world we were never part of and of course never will be. It is so definitively Jersey and although we're New Jersey through and through, we will never identify! So me, Aar, Walt, and Missy just stood around and watched with wide eyed amazement/amusement. We were right in the center of it all, sitting on a bench encroached by the three major nightclubs. We stayed til the wee small hours and unfortunately I bring this tale to you without the aid of snapshots. I felt picture taking would've been risky...we were on shaky ground to begin with being of untanned flesh, modest apparel, and free of intoxicants. We might have been wearing invisibility cloaks!

  Anyway, it's impossible for me to fully describe the Jersey shore club scene. I only brought this up so I could share with you guys my left-of-center idea of a Labor Day Weekend celebration! Please tell me we're not the only creepy voyeurs out there. I'm sure some of you have your fun in similar ways! And, just so you know, I'm not describing the whole of Seaside. I mean we're not so crazy that we'd go to a place without having some genuine love for it. In the earlier hours of the evening the place is full of families and only THE best seashore stuff. Saltwater taffy in pastel colored boxes, weather worn hand painted signs with images of waffle and ice cream sandwiches...tons of fun stuff for kids, skee ball, souvenirs, loads of nostalgic goodness, black and white photo booths etc. So all of my deep admiration for that stuff gets coupled with the fact that the idea of "nightlife" has always eluded me and what you get in the end is this blog, paintings of cakes, porcelain dolls and paper mache rabbits!.....doesn't it all make perfect sense?!

 

So ok.......end of summer. Bring on the Fall! 

 

I cannot thank everyone enough for the positive feedback regarding Charlotte and Mr. Raven! My gosh really! We were sooooo psyched to see a chorus line of Charlottes all queued up and ready to receive their bits of glass glitter before being wrapped and sent to their adoptive homes.  We're a bit behind schedule on the next new painting but I promise one is soon to come!

 

Not a day goes by that I don't thank my lucky stars for blogland andall those involved. My first blogiversary approaches and though I wish that during certain periods I found more time to post more often, I'm still proud of the fact that I never once took any aspect of blogging for granted. Over the past year this has been a lifeline for me like you wouldn't believe. It will be one year exactly on September 11th. Aaron cannot believe my choice of date but I was totally unaware of the actual date until just this past week. Totally random and because of it being so completely by coincidence I'm totally fine with it. That day must've found me home, in front of the PC, and looking for an outlet. Well, I found it and I think next Tuesday is birthday number one! 

 

 

And speaking of the benefits of blogging...check out some incredible stuff that was sent by some dear online friends who I'll be meeting in person at Silver Bella in just a couple of months!! I am still in shock about all of that!! Seriously too Cool!!

First, there's Jenn's little revamped party girl fashioned from an adorable bisque doll. She's part of a one on one swap...I love her and the lil bit of magic she's been sprinkling about. Jennifer, your package will be on it's way soon!

 

 

 

Next, sweet as candy Jessi found this happy birthday plate and kitschy "you asked for a halfa..." coffee cup while out antiquing, and she thought of me! I spied them on Flickr and left comments without knowing that they were already on their way to me. Tooo sweet! I love them both to bits!!

 

 

 

And my new friend Kimberlee Edgar whose blog/home/world has often left me near fainting. You must give her a visit and drool along with me! Well, she sent me these adorable ambassadors of Easter. She mailed the plastic bunny cookie jar and old paper mache rabbit knowing that I'd squeal upon their arrival and she couldn't  have known me better! Squeal I did! And this vintage Dennison Easter giftwrap...Kimberlee has got my number!! My paper mache rabbit family welcomes the new guy with open arms!!

 

Ok, I hope all you guys had an amazing summer and a great last hurrah before sending the little guys and gals back to their classrooms. If any of you have voyeuristic habits like us nuts over hear please leave your stories as comments below just so everyone can see that I'm just like everybody else!!

 

Wishing everyone a Fabulous Fall!!!

xoxo Jenny