***UPDATE*** My apologies for taking SO long, I actually drew the name the other night. It was late and I was in my jammies - so no video. But the winner is...
Congratulations Arline! We are still buried in snow out here, but I should be able to get this in the mail soon.
Well... I realized I just passed my 200th post and I wasn't even paying any attention!
I think that calls for some sort of marker, celebration or something... don't you? It just so happens I have several beaded brooches here - ready for new homes.
To celebrate the 200th post, I'm putting up for grabs the turquoise heart I just finished up. For anyone that didn't see my last post, the cab is a raku heart by the wonderfully talented Lisa Peters. It is about 2 inches by 2 inches not counting the little dangles. It could be yours if you want it.
How about it? Yes? Well - then it's simple, leave your name in the comments section with a link or email address that provides a way for me to contact you.
Anyone can play, no matter where you live or how you found me.
I'll leave comments open until midnight this Sunday, January 18 - that's Eastern time.
Good luck - and thank you so much for your support and comments over almost (*gulp*) 2 years since I started this blog.
Leaves of Grass
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman