>Pink Fairy

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This is the last girl fairy in the group for the play.  She  is an extra character to add more variety to the stage and more color.  Meaning she isn’t in the original play but that doesn’t mean she isn’t important to the play.  this one also has butterflies in her hair piece.
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Hip piece for those who are curious the flowers on the streamers are just dismantled silk flowers with the ribbon going through the hole in the middle of the petals then just a simple knot to hold it in place would be pretty on an Easter dress too.

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hip pin

This is the pink fairy

pink fairy

>Peasblossom

>Here is Peasblossom in Greens and whites.  I was running out of greens and whites at this point in the game I would have liked it to have more flowers.

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This is Peasblossom ( once again this was fitting day so they are not in complete costume.  So please ignore the lack of wings and the addition of shoes and socks.
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>Purple Fairy

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This is an extra fairy in the play so that there are more fairies on the stage in the play A mid summer nights dream.

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This is the Purple Fairy

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>Mustard Seed

>Here is Mustard Seed another fairy form A Mid-summer Nights Dream.  This one has a little bee hiding in her bonnet and a few butterflies too.  I didn’t get a decent picture of Mustard Seed so I will have to post one at a later date.

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This looks weird from this angle but it actually doesn’t look flat in the middle in real life the butterfly was turned weird in this picture so I fixed that since.

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>Moth

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This is Moth’s items I made she is another fairy in  Mid summer nights dream.  This was on fitting cay so like I said before they still have school clothes on  which you can see and they are missing their wings.

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this is Moth

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>Cobweb

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This is why I have not posted much as of late I have been working on this project for my kids school.  My children’s school is putting on a Shakespeare play.  Well actually they put one on every year, this year it is Mid summer nights dream.  I got recruited to make parts of some of the costumes.  So I figured I would show the parts I did till you see all of the pieces I have worked on.  This set is Cob web she is one of the fairies in the play.

Head piece with streamers.

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Hip piece with streamers this is to be pinned on the hip of the girls.

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This is Cobweb. We had to do a fitting so I snapped some pictures on that day so they are not fully dressing in costume meaning we are missing wings and they still have bits of school attire on but you get the idea.

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>Apron 8 : Floral work

>Sorry the server is having an issue we are trying to fix it so you won’t see this post till after we have fixed the issue with our provider. For those reading this on face book this is my blogs feed as are all the the notes posted in my facebook pages.

This is my old floral work apron. This apron saw lots of work as you can tell from the stains and some really late night hours. May not seem that special to most people to me it represents friends I use to see every day and now I don’t see much at all. I wish them well.

>Floral Work !?!

>I bet you thought I was done posting floral work, like I said I am happy to help at my old work when they go on vacation. Well all but one of my old co-workers is on vacation (5 are on vacation). So I went in the last two days to help out (along with 5 other people who are all taking turns to help out). It was real nice seeing Judy again I couldn’t have worked with a nicer person. Here are a few of the things I made yesterday.

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casket piece
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close up of casket
Urn (there are what look to be grass tufts coming out of the arrangement on the right side of the photo those are actually part of another arrangement that Gail was working on, on the other side of the counter ( she came into help too).
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Close up of Urn
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Heart wreath
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Close up heart wreath
close up heart wreath
Easel
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close up of easel
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>the last…or is it

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for a woman who lost her baby that morning

These are the last photos of floral work stuff in my camera. If you look at the clock you can see it it almost 11 pm. Yep photos taking during mother’s day week. Part of the reason for leaving hard to be a mom to little kids and be a florist when you have hours like that. If you notice most all are smiling we did have fun together beware of a bunch of woman with almost no sleep for days late at night we all act a little silly. All the people in the photo I think are great and I have agreed to cover shifts as needed. So there might be little spurts of floral work every now and again but not often.

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What a mess!
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late night floral work
what a mess
flowers everywhere
Bottom two photos are the next day as you can tell from the light coming in the back door.

>Sent to me by my best child hood friend

>Sandra felt as low as the heels of her shoes when she pulled open the florist shop door, against a November gust of wind. Her life had been as sweet as a spring breeze and then, in the fourth month of her second pregnancy, a “minor” automobile accident stole her joy. This was Thanksgiving week and the time she should have delivered their infant son. She grieved over their loss.

Troubles had multiplied. Her husband’s company “threatened” to transfer his job to a new location. Her sister had called to say that she could not come for her long-awaited holiday visit. What’s worse, Sandra’s friend suggested that Sandra’s grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow her to empathize with others who suffer.

“She has no idea what I’m feeling,” thought Sandra with a shudder “Thanksgiving? Thankful for what?” she wondered.. “For a careless driver whose truck was hardly scratched when he rear-ended me? For an airbag that saved my life, but took my child’s?” “Good afternoon, can I help you?” Sandra was startled by the approach of the shop clerk. “I . . . I need an arrangement,” stammered Sandra.

“For Thanksgiving? I’m convinced that flowers tell stories,” she continued.. “Are you looking for something that conveys ‘gratitude’ this Thanksgiving?”

“Not exactly!” Sandra blurted out. “In the last five months, everything that could go wrong has gone wrong.”

Sandra regretted her outburst, and was surprised when the clerk said, “I have the perfect arrangement for you.”

Then the bell on the door rang, and the clerk greeted the new customer….

“Hi, Barbara, let me get your order.” She excused herself and walked back to a small workroom, then quickly reappeared, carrying an arrangement of greenery, bows, and what appeared to be long-stemmed thorny roses. Except the ends of the rose stems were neatly snipped; there were no flowers.

“Do you want these in a box?” asked the clerk. Sandra watched; was this a joke? Who would want rose stems with no flowers! She waited for laughter, but neither woman laughed.

“Yes, please,” Barbara replied with an appreciative smile. “You’d think after three years of getting the special, I wouldn’t be so moved by its significance, but I can feel it right here, all over again,” she said, as she gently tapped her chest.

Sandra stammered, “Ah, that lady just left with . . . uh . . . she left with no flowers!”

That’s right,” said the clerk. “I cut off the flowers. That’s the ‘Special’. I call it the Thanksgiving Thorns Bouquet. Barbara came into the shop three years ago, feeling much as you do today,” explained the clerk. ” She thought she had very little to be thankful for. She had just lost her father; the family business was failing; her son had gotten into drugs; and she was facing major surgery. That same year I had lost my husband,” continued the clerk. “For the first time in my life, I had to spend the holidays alone. I had no children, no husband, no family nearby, and too much debt to allow any travel.”

“So what did you do?” asked Sandra.

“I learned to be thankful for thorns,” answered the clerk quietly.

“I’ve always thanked God for the good things in my life and I never questioned Him why those good things happened to me, but when the bad stuff hit, I cried out, ‘Why? Why me?!’ It took time for me to learn that the dark times are important to our faith! I have always enjoyed the ‘flowers’ of my life, but it took the thorns to show me the beauty of God’s comfort! You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we’re afflicted, and from His consolation we learn to comfort others.”

Sandra sucked in her breath, as she thought about what her friend had tried to tell her. “I guess the truth is I don’t want comfort. I’ve lost a baby and I’m angry with God.”

Just then someone else walked in the shop.

“Hey, Phil!” the clerk greeted the balding, rotund man.

“My wife sent me in to get our usual Thanksgiving arrangement, twelve thorny, long-stemmed stems!” laughed Phil as the clerk handed him a tissue wrapped arrangement from the refrigerator.

“Those are for your wife?” asked Sandra incredulously. “Do you mind telling me why she wants a bouquet that looks like that?”

“Four years ago, my wife and I nearly divorced,” Phil replied. “After forty years, we were in a real mess, but with the Lord’s grace and guidance, we trudged through problem after problem, the Lord rescued our marriage. Jenny here (the clerk) told me she kept a vase of rose stems to remind her of what she had learned from “thorny” times. That was good enough for me. I took home some of those stems. My wife and I decided to label each one for a specific “problem” and give thanks for what that problem taught us.”

As Phil paid the clerk, he said to Sandra, “I highly recommend the Special!”

“I don’t know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life,” Sandra said to the clerk. “It’s all too .. . fresh.”

“Well,” the clerk replied carefully, “my experience has shown me that the thorns make the roses more precious. We treasure God’s providential care more during trouble than at any other time. Remember that it was a crown of thorns that Jesus wore so we might know His love…. Don’t resent the thorns.”

Tears rolled down Sandra’s cheeks. For the first time since the accident, she loosened her grip on her resentment. “I’ll take those twelve long-stemmed thorns, please,” she managed to choke out.

“I hoped you would,” said the clerk gently. “I’ll have them ready in a minute.”

“Thank you. What do I owe you?”

“Nothing. Nothing but a promise to allow God to heal your heart… The first year’s arrangement is always on me.”

The clerk smiled and handed a card to Sandra. “I’ll attach this card to your arrangement, but maybe you would like to read it first.”

It read:

“My God, I have never thanked You for my thorns. I have thanked You a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my thorns. Teach me the glory of the cross I bear; teach me the value of my thorns. Show me that I have climbed closer to You along the path of pain. Show me that, through my tears, the colors of Your rainbow look much more brilliant.”

Praise Him for the roses; thank Him for the thorns.
God Bless all of you. Be thankful for all that the Lord does for you.
“Live simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly, and leave the rest to God..”

We often try to fix problems with WD-40 and Duct tape.
God did it with nails.

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