Anonymous No More March 8, is International Women's Day. As said best by Gloria Steinem - "The story of women's struggle for equality belongs to no single feminist nor to any one organization but to the collective efforts of all who care about human rights.". Since March is also Women's History Month, I wanted to share… Continue reading International Women’s Day
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Adding a Pop of Fun with Photowall
*Disclaimer: This post is not a paid post. I was given the product in exchange for my fair and unbiased opinion. All thoughts herein are my own, freely given, and honestly expressed. The links are merely for your convenience and I will receive no compensation. When Photowall reached out and asked me if I'd like… Continue reading Adding a Pop of Fun with Photowall
St. Patrick’s Day ~ The Maiden of the Clover Poem
Sweet Colleen, now of the green, a crown of flowers on her brow, dances and plays away in the circle Faerie made. She walked the moors, sang her songs, spoke the language of forgotten tongues. They welcomed her with open arms, delighting in her silken charms. She belonged to them alone, a queen, a very… Continue reading St. Patrick’s Day ~ The Maiden of the Clover Poem
Photowall Fun
*Disclaimer: This post is not a paid post. I was given the product in exchange for my fair and unbiased opinion. All thoughts herein are my own, freely given, and honestly expressed. The links are merely for your convenience and I will receive no compensation. Photowall is a Swedish based wall art company that specializes… Continue reading Photowall Fun
Word Nerd: Croquis
A croquis is a quick sketch, usually of a live model or of the human form. Since croquis is a French term for a basic figure template, it's a very familiar word in the fashion design industry. Croquis is actually new word to me, though not a new concept since I've been familiar with quick sketching… Continue reading Word Nerd: Croquis
Ghost Feet ~ A Song from the Soul Poem
Ghost Feet You hear them on the wooden floor so soft and slightly creaking, yet you know you are alone, just what is it that's come creeping?They dance and spin, stirring up the dust of passing time, of memories long forgotten, of past emotions, bittersweet, and motions once begotten.You see their prints upon the ground,… Continue reading Ghost Feet ~ A Song from the Soul Poem