I just listed a few new items at my Etsy shop - pinkcherubmoon.etsy.com - some great architectural pieces shaped like cathedral windows, a 1924 framed advertisement, some adorable cherub wall pockets/sconces and a set of six beautifully fragrant lavender sachets - yummy! Come on over and have a look! You can preview the items below in my mini Etsy section. Thanks for stopping by and have a great day! Hugs, ~Leena~
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Etsy Sale!!!
I have just reduced prices on many of the items listed in my etsy shop! Please stop by and feel free to shop til you drop! LOL! http://www.pinkcherubmoon.etsy.com/
Hugs, ~Leena~
Hugs, ~Leena~
Ahhh Sweet Lavender!
Be sure to click on the lavender picture under Special Events below for information on Lavender Cottage Garden's fantastic World's Largest Yard Sale give-away! Really cute vintage prizes you won't want to miss! Thankies! ~Leena~
Yeehaw Baby!
Click on the Petticoats on the Prairie button under Special Events below for a great blog and news about this fabulous show! Thanks!! ~Leena~
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
New Items Just Listed!
FYI - I have just listed several items in my Etsy shop - great vintage silver plated pieces and others! Come on and take a look-see and tell your friends. The more the merrier! www.pinkcherubmoon.etsy.com
Thanks friends - you're all dolls! Hugs, ~Leena~
Thanks friends - you're all dolls! Hugs, ~Leena~
Thursday, August 11, 2011
YIPPIEEEEE!!
I just had to share the most exciting thing! I've had my first and second sales from my etsy shop this week! I am so excited!!! I sold a silver-plated champagne bucket and a wooden wine case to two very sweet people! THANK YOU BUYERS!!! I have several more silver pieces that I am polishing and getting ready to list as well as lots of other goodies so stay tuned and THANK YOU to all who believe in me and support me and share the love, hope and dreams! I'm seeing more and more traffic on my pages/sites and more Face Book "Likes" each day and I KNOW it's because so many wonderful, sweet, and dear people have been spreading the word! You ROCK!!Y'all know who you are and you're FABULOUS!!! Lovie Dovie Hugs, ~Leena~
Friday, August 5, 2011
Does Fuzz Have Legs?
I was having a very exciting morning today (notice the sarcasm), folding laundry, doing laundry, hanging up laundry (I despise laundry), as well as cleaning the bathroom and kitchen and tackling more of my garage organization project. Wow, do I know how to live or what? Anyway, as I was putting Jim's shirts on hangers, I noticed a small black thing fall out of a shirt I was removing from the basket. My immediate thought was that it was a spider, then I figured no, it was probably just a piece of fuzz, no biggie. A short while later, it came to my attention that the small piece of fuzz was crawling up my bare leg! I slapped my leg and it was gone (the walking fuzz, not my leg. I didn't hit it THAT hard) so then the panic of "where did it go?" started. I ultimately decided that I must have scared it more than it scared me and it was probably on its way to the next county by then. It made me recall a similar experience that still gives me the heebie jeebies.
Several years ago, we lived in a townhouse with a deck that faced the woods. One peaceful spring morning, I was enjoying the weather on the deck, while reading my new plant encyclopedia which I had just received for my birthday. Several times, I had felt a little tingle along my upper back, but just wriggled a bit and it stopped, so I continued reading, admiring the beautiful pictures of all kinds of plants and day dreaming about creating these gorgeous, award-winning flower and plant beds in or small yard. Unbeknownst to me, it was behind me, lurking, waiting for the proper moment to launch its attack. Suddenly, without warning, I saw them; several long, hairy, icky spider legs making their way over my right shoulder. What happened next was driven by pure fear. I screamed, threw my book into the air, smacked my shoulder several times, tore off my shirt, threw it on the ground and stomped all over it, then ran into the house, where I took off my pants and stomped on them as well, checked inside my bra, just in case he was hiding out in there, all the while squirming and shrieking. Then, it struck me; what if it's in my hair? I just about beat myself senseless smacking my hair and head while my dogs did the "we have no idea what's going on but we're going to run around and panic too" dance. Finally, I was convinced that the giant attack spider was gone. I am quite serious when I say giant. I'd seen him out there before. He had a body the size of an olive! I think they're called wood spiders. Whatever its name, I "wood" have preferred him to leave me alone.
I understand that spiders are an important member of the outdoor critter squad, eating bugs that are harmful to plants and I don't have a problem with that. I just don't like them in my house or on any part of my body! Have you ever watched "Fear Factor" when they put a contestant in a glass box then cover them with all these tarantulas? The idea is that you have to stay in that box for a certain amount of time. I'd have no trouble making the time criteria because shortly after I wet myself, I'd be unconscious! "Wake her up, she won". Spiders are one of the few things that scare the bajeebas outta me, whatever those are.
So, I guess I shouldn't complain about a boring day considering that it can become really exciting in the wrong way, really quickly! Have a good one and beware of fuzz with legs! ~Leena~
Several years ago, we lived in a townhouse with a deck that faced the woods. One peaceful spring morning, I was enjoying the weather on the deck, while reading my new plant encyclopedia which I had just received for my birthday. Several times, I had felt a little tingle along my upper back, but just wriggled a bit and it stopped, so I continued reading, admiring the beautiful pictures of all kinds of plants and day dreaming about creating these gorgeous, award-winning flower and plant beds in or small yard. Unbeknownst to me, it was behind me, lurking, waiting for the proper moment to launch its attack. Suddenly, without warning, I saw them; several long, hairy, icky spider legs making their way over my right shoulder. What happened next was driven by pure fear. I screamed, threw my book into the air, smacked my shoulder several times, tore off my shirt, threw it on the ground and stomped all over it, then ran into the house, where I took off my pants and stomped on them as well, checked inside my bra, just in case he was hiding out in there, all the while squirming and shrieking. Then, it struck me; what if it's in my hair? I just about beat myself senseless smacking my hair and head while my dogs did the "we have no idea what's going on but we're going to run around and panic too" dance. Finally, I was convinced that the giant attack spider was gone. I am quite serious when I say giant. I'd seen him out there before. He had a body the size of an olive! I think they're called wood spiders. Whatever its name, I "wood" have preferred him to leave me alone.
I understand that spiders are an important member of the outdoor critter squad, eating bugs that are harmful to plants and I don't have a problem with that. I just don't like them in my house or on any part of my body! Have you ever watched "Fear Factor" when they put a contestant in a glass box then cover them with all these tarantulas? The idea is that you have to stay in that box for a certain amount of time. I'd have no trouble making the time criteria because shortly after I wet myself, I'd be unconscious! "Wake her up, she won". Spiders are one of the few things that scare the bajeebas outta me, whatever those are.
So, I guess I shouldn't complain about a boring day considering that it can become really exciting in the wrong way, really quickly! Have a good one and beware of fuzz with legs! ~Leena~
Monday, August 1, 2011
Happy Birthday Sullivan and Shelter Challenge!
My little buddy, Sullivan, celebrated his 15th birthday yesterday! I'm not too concerned about the turmoil of his teen years however, as Sullivan is my dog, not a human. He only thinks he's human LOL! He is my sweet cocker spaniel that we adopted 10 years ago from an organization called Oldies But Goodies (OBG) Northern Virginia Cocker Spaniel Rescue. We adopted our other big bud and his good friend, Gilbert, at the same time. Unfortunately, he passed two years ago at the age of 14. Get the names? Gilbert and Sullivan? The composers? Seems that the folks at OBG have quite a sense of humor and when they rescue a "John Doe" doggie, they give him or her a name. Often when two come in at the same time, they are given paired names. There have been Lucy and Ricky, Blondie and Dagwood, you get the idea.
Sullivan was 5 when we adopted him and had been surrendered to a pound by a family who, from what we can tell, did not treat him well. He was afraid of any sudden movements or loud voices and would cower if you swung your arms around as though he thought he was going to be hit. He was scared to death of the garden hose, so badly that he would not go outside if he saw it. Obviously, he had been sprayed with a hose either for punishment or in taunting. He reportedly was a biter who didn't like his ears or tail touched, most likely because the five children he lived with pulled on both body parts. Yet, with all that he had endured, he was the sweetest, most loving little guy right from the start. He immediately attached himself to me (I'm the alpha dog of the bunch) and has been my little shadow ever since. If he's asleep and I go to leave the room, I have to wake him up and let him know, so he won't awaken and panic when he can't find me. Seriously, he will race all through the house looking for me. He obviously just wants love and we've given him plenty of that and his fears have subsided over the years. He trusts us and knows that we would never harm him. How could anyone have been so cruel to this loving, sweet, good-natured little dog?
He even became accustomed to our little grandchildren as soon as they arrived and would check on them if they were crying as infants. Although Sullivan never learned to play with toys or humans, he will sit with the kids while they play or watch television and give them kisses. They, in return, love to hug and kiss him. He also likes the fact that they are lower to the ground and easier to sneak food away from!
OBG takes in hundreds of dogs like Gilbert and Sullivan each year and holds adoption events and fund raisers to take care of these precious little wiggle-butts and to find them forever homes. They foster as many as possible, so that the dogs have a home to live in as opposed to a kennel. The dogs are given medical care and treatment, spayed or neutered, groomed and observed for behavior characteristics. They have a wonderful website that shows all the dogs available plus has pictures and stories of happy endings, a memorial section and a section with news and tips. They really need all the help they can get and this is where you come in. In these tough monetary times, it's still so easy to make a difference at no cost. How? Further down this page, you will see a button under events, for the Shelter Challenge. Click on it and it will take you to a page where you can vote for OBG. You can bookmark the page or request daily email reminders. You can vote once per day. The shelters can win various monetary grants by earning your votes. Please, if you will, take a little extra time during your daily online routine and vote for Oldies But Goodies. It's free, easy and makes such a huge, HUGE difference in these dog's lives.
Sullivan and I thank you so very much and wish you a wonderful and joyful day! Hugs, ~Leena~
Jamison and Gilbert |
Gilbert was always a ham for the camera! |
Sullivan was 5 when we adopted him and had been surrendered to a pound by a family who, from what we can tell, did not treat him well. He was afraid of any sudden movements or loud voices and would cower if you swung your arms around as though he thought he was going to be hit. He was scared to death of the garden hose, so badly that he would not go outside if he saw it. Obviously, he had been sprayed with a hose either for punishment or in taunting. He reportedly was a biter who didn't like his ears or tail touched, most likely because the five children he lived with pulled on both body parts. Yet, with all that he had endured, he was the sweetest, most loving little guy right from the start. He immediately attached himself to me (I'm the alpha dog of the bunch) and has been my little shadow ever since. If he's asleep and I go to leave the room, I have to wake him up and let him know, so he won't awaken and panic when he can't find me. Seriously, he will race all through the house looking for me. He obviously just wants love and we've given him plenty of that and his fears have subsided over the years. He trusts us and knows that we would never harm him. How could anyone have been so cruel to this loving, sweet, good-natured little dog?
Sullivan enjoying sitting on the glider |
Abigail sharing a snack with Sullivan |
OBG takes in hundreds of dogs like Gilbert and Sullivan each year and holds adoption events and fund raisers to take care of these precious little wiggle-butts and to find them forever homes. They foster as many as possible, so that the dogs have a home to live in as opposed to a kennel. The dogs are given medical care and treatment, spayed or neutered, groomed and observed for behavior characteristics. They have a wonderful website that shows all the dogs available plus has pictures and stories of happy endings, a memorial section and a section with news and tips. They really need all the help they can get and this is where you come in. In these tough monetary times, it's still so easy to make a difference at no cost. How? Further down this page, you will see a button under events, for the Shelter Challenge. Click on it and it will take you to a page where you can vote for OBG. You can bookmark the page or request daily email reminders. You can vote once per day. The shelters can win various monetary grants by earning your votes. Please, if you will, take a little extra time during your daily online routine and vote for Oldies But Goodies. It's free, easy and makes such a huge, HUGE difference in these dog's lives.
Molly (RIP), Gilbert (RIP) and Sullivan 2001, shortly after we adopted the boys. I raised Molly from a pup. |
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