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Friday, August 13

Cowgirls, Cowboys and Travlin to Texas



Howdy Partner....My Tags Are Finished and Ready to Mail out to Paula

This is the Image I have on a Pillow in My Tin Can Cottage
Just Love this little Gal and her Puppy



Here is her Sweet Little Ropin and Ranglin' Brother


And For Erin... Just finished another one of the Cowgirl Style Aprons
This one has Real denim blue jean pockets and trim

Yee - Haw!!!

I know I've been away for a few weeks now....got into sort of a "Blog" Funk"....still doing my Craft Therapy , I'm getting back into the Swing of Things Again...Thanx to Cindy of Rick Rack and Gingham.:D

Promise I'll Be Back Soon...

Right Now, Headin' off to Texas...to be with my Husband!

Takin' my little NetBook with...So I can keep you posted on what kind of mischief I'm making out Texas Way!

Smiles,
Christine


















Friday, July 23

Blog Post in Parts - Part I Apron Swap




Finally Finished My Apron Swap...Sorry so Late Cindy....There on they're finally on there way!

Take a look at these Erin...

Which One do you like?



Blue and White Checked Gingham

Grandma's Apron Poem on Back of All

Vintage Valentine




Cherries Jubilee




Cowgirl Cool




On the Back of Each...



Grandma's Apron

Gramma's gone, but not forgotten,
that's her apron hanging there.
It still hangs in Grampa's kitchen
Sometimes he looks at it and stares.
When Gramma wore her apron it was magical to see.
The pockets held such treasures
for the grandkids just like me.
Saw it shine up Grampa's fender once just as pretty as you please, and it wiped my brother's cheek off one time when he sneezed.
It took cookies from the oven, it rushed to wipe a tear, got a grain of sand out of your eye, made lap for the stories we'd hear.
It too cookies from the oven, it rushed to wipe a tear, got a grain of sand out of your eye, made a lap for the stories we'd hear.
It wiped spills up from the counter top when she was baking pies, a symbol of her love and care and it showed, too, in her eyes.
Sometimes I'm sad to look at it when I see my Grampa stare.
Gramma's gone, but not forgotten.
That's her apron hanging there.


God Bless Gramma's Everywhere!

Smiles

Have A Nice Weekend Gals!


Christine

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