Ahhhhh. Maine in the summer. Truly a slice of heaven on earth. Friends invited us up for a concert, good company, and a traditional lobster dinner! I had to think of something CLAWsome to bring with us and here is the resulting gift box. Please forgive the misspelling of buoy. Didn’t catch my error until we were already on our way. Still , they are cookies… they put their indignation aside.
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You’re ‘da Bomb
It takes a special family to host a student on internship for the whole summer; this is the thank you that went to that family. Can you guess where she interned/where they lived? Yep, you got it. Los Alamos, home to the famous Laboratory (ahem, nerd internship perfection) and birthplace of the first atomic bomb. This set was my homage to that notable (??? notorious) distinction.
Background stencils from the lovely Melanie at Killer Zebras. Silver Sheen airbrush color from Americolor Corp. Silver disco dust on “thank you” from Sunflower Sugar Art.
Star Wars Valentine
Why Don’t You Come Up and SASHIMI sometime?
University of Florida
Mother Lode
So Denver had 70 degree sunny days in January and, here it is, Mother’s day in mid-May, and we are expecting thunder snow. That Mother Nature has a few tricks up her sleeve. Moving on to other tricks, I included some word play and pictograms in this first playful Mother’s day set. See if you can figure them out (answers at the end of the blog. wink. wink.).
In the second set, I overloaded in the gushy and the sentimental. The aim was to make a story board in cookie form…along with writing a poem to my children. (It is our second-born that is the wordsmith so take my musings with a grain of salt). My kids are anything and everything for which a mom could ever hope. Thanks to them, we’re celebrating me on Mother’s day. Oh, and, thank you Hallmark.
Then I thought of my mother. My mom was a quiet role model of strength and perseverance. I never heard her complain, even though life threw a full arsenal of difficulties her way. My dad died suddenly and unexpectedly when I was 3. In a time that it was uncommon, she went to university (graduated top of her class), converted the second floor of the house into an apartment as well as sold my dad’s cameras (he was a professional photographer)/anything else of value to help pay bills, took in my grandmother (after my grandfather died), sewed/made the clothes on our backs, took us on every.other.year camping vacations (the only way she could afford) to show us the wonders of the USA, and robbed.Peter.to.pay.Paul to put me through an expensive engineering school. Such incredible people in my life. Sometimes, you just get lucky as all get-out.
(one in a million, the whole nine yards, fantastic)