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Dear and loving husband…

07 Saturday Jul 2012

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© Carole Morey

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
from To My Dear And Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet

You are adored still and forevermore….

212 degrees Fahrenheit…

04 Wednesday Jul 2012

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© Khrystyna Kazakova

And her lips opened amorously, and said-
I wist not what, saving one word – Delight.
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
from Love and Sleep by Charles Swinburne

Turning up the heat on this 4th of July…

Sum of its parts…

23 Saturday Jun 2012

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© Lauren DiMarco – Harlem

The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I’m on my own
It’s too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go.
lyrics from Cruel Summer by Bananarama 

Sometimes the details create the bigger picture.

(Note: Einstein had a different idea about the sum of its parts.)

Mulligans…

21 Thursday Jun 2012

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© Khrystyna Kazakova

For whom each year we see
Breeds new beginnings, disappointments new;
Who hesitate and falter life away,
And lose to-morrow the ground won to-day-
from The Scholar Gipsy by Matthew Arnold 

Summer Solstice – a time to begin anew with the New Year’s resolutions that have fallen short.

Happy Father’s Day…

17 Sunday Jun 2012

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© Joan Currie

Only a dad but he gives his all,
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.
from Only a Dad by Edgar A. Guest 

Thanks to Dads, one and all!

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Page one…

15 Friday Jun 2012

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© Joan Currie – Journal cover

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something looseknit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful that comes to mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through.
by Virginia Woolf

I created my journal cover (above) with a painted section of fabric from a vintage Joseph Ribhoff jacket.

Fabric Cover Construction Methods:
Creativity Prompt
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Time to hit the road…

14 Thursday Jun 2012

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© Lauren DiMarco

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…
from Oh, the Places You’ll Go! By Dr. Seuss

Stepping out after months of planning!

Best friends…

12 Tuesday Jun 2012

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© Lauren DiMarco

Everyone has a “best friend” during each stage of life – only the precious few have the same one.

In the summer before starting high school, a girl with a charming British accent moved into the house across the street from me. We were inseparable for three years – pouring over Seventeen magazines, sewing matching outfits, and attending Canadian Girl in Training classes.

I wish we had kept in touch.