Yesterday afternoon my husband came into the kitchen and asked if I had given anyone permission to put a sign in our yard. I had not of course, and couldn't figure any reason they would, given the lack of political season of any kind (not that I put signs in my yard during elections . . because I don't, usually) so I of course went right out there to see what was going on.
Wierd enough, it was one of my neighbors along with her father putting up a sign that was made by a group of grade school children as a Thank You for a donation that I had made. It wasn't much really, the donation. Just a bunch (a large bunch) of beads and jewelry findings that I had and they needed to make gifts for their parents for the holidays. Most of the beads were a result of my daughter and I having been obscessed (ok, she just played with me, I was obscessed) with clay. The kind you make and bake till hard and usable in sculptures, beads, and other things you'd do with clay. We made so many of them it was CRAZY.
Then I made the beads in to bracelets and things until I went crazier, and then I put them all away, for what was a number of years. Until the neighbor put out a request via email for donations of this sort if anyone had stuff. It was the perfect opportunity to clean out a shelf that held a past obscession and make room for another. . . . AND . . AND . . AND
I get a tax write off for the cost of supplies and etc. That is just SWEET.
I mean, the sign (hand signed by the kids) is sweet enough, but tax write offs . . well, I just love them too.
Oh yea, this week I started 2 blogs. Who thinks I have enough to say to fill or even post to, ONE blog, let alone 2. I know. I know. I don't know when enough is enough. Maybe someday I'll learn. Today I'm just happy someone was able to make use of my creative stuff. . .
Check out the other blog too.
The Joy of The Joy of Painting (with Bob Ross and Kay Zahn) it's likely as lively as this one :)
