Showing posts with label Mothers Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mothers Day. Show all posts
5/1/13
Mother's Day Gift
I'm always trying to find a unique Mother's Day gift. This was a fun one I did with the topic of Gardening. First, I got my Mom a Gardening Book (this one by Joy Bossi is my favorite), gloves, a gardening decoration, and perfume from Bath and Body Works called Forever Sunshine. (That was my favorite part) You could add seed packets, etc. I tied it all together in burlap. It was a hit. This could also be a great Teacher Appreciation Gift.
4/13/12
Mother's Day
Time to start thinking of Mother's Day. This saying is so sweet I decided to make it into decor. The best part is that it's customizable. Choose Your Colors and change the saying. Whatever you want.
You can Get the sign HERE
5/9/11
flower pot
First of all, I am sorry I didn't get this posted sooner, but I didn't get them done until Saturday night. But, you could use this idea for a birthday gift or spring project. I gave these to the mothers/grandmas for Mother's day with grandchildren's photos in the middle.
FLOWERS were cut out using Sizzix
Photos were cut out using circle Sizzix
They are attached with tape to the back of large and small skewer sticks
They are poked into green foam
I then covered the foam with mossy grass
I also inked the flowers
This was a fun project and great for kids to help with!
5/6/11
The Invisible Mother
I love this anology of Motherhood. I think it would be cute to print this off with a book about Cathedrals or something similar. Or this by itself is great.
I'm invisible - The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.
Invisible Mothers
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible - The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.
"Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?"
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?'
I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?'
I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner,celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.
It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built,
and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,
'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof?
No one will ever see it.'
And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
I'm invisible - The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible - The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.
"Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?"
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?'
I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?'
I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner,celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.
It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built,
and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,
'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof?
No one will ever see it.'
And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
5/7/10
Mother's Day Gift
Still need a great Mother's Day gift?
Look how cute this VINYL is on a simple red plate. You can order the vinyl HERE.
4/1/10
Sundae Bath Salts
These Sundae Bath Salts are as fun to make as they are cute! We are giving them to the sisters in our ward for Mother's Day. I am also going to use them as random Thank You gifts. I got the idea from Sugar Doodle. You can view it HERE. My instructions are below (which are a little more in depth)
To make these fabulous Sundaes, you need these 3 ingredients from Walmart:
BATH SALT:
The Epsom Salt is in the Pharmacy section (about $3 a bag) and the Bath Beads (really salt) are in the Cosmetic Section (about $2 a box). I like the pink ones. If you are only making a few of these, just buy the Bath Beads/Salt and use them by themselves. One box will make 4 of the Sundaes. If you are making a lot of them and need to make your beads go further, mix together:
1 bag of Epsom salt
1/2 a box of Baking Soda
1 Box Bath Beads/Salt
This makes about 15 Sundaes if you use 3/4 of a cup in each one. You could even add 2 bags of Epsom salt and one box of baking soda per bath beads/salt box to make them even go further.
It's amazing how far these beads will go and keep the yummy smell and coloring. No need to add anymore coloring or fragrance.
CUPS:
Then you need your cups. Mine were donated from Dairy Queen. I just called and asked if we could have 75 of their peanut butter parfait cups. They were very nice about it. If only doing a few, you could buy the glass cups that Dollar Tree sometimes has. Each Dairy Queen cup needed 3/4 cup of bath salt.
BATH SPONGE:
I found a 2 pack of one pink and one white at Dollar Tree for $1. That's as cheap as I could find.
STRAWS:
I used the multi colored pack from Walmart and picked out the pink ones. I may also use the yellow and lime.
BATH BEADS:
Bath Beads are pretty much non existant I found out. I finally ordered these on Ebay at .20 a piece (50 for $10). And they came and were bean shaped, not round. I was disappointed. Someone said they have them at ULTA but I didn't see them online there so I'm not sure about that.
POEM:
I retyped the Poem from the Sugar Doodle site and made it look cute. You can get it HERE We hooked it onto the straw by punching the poem with a hole punch twice to make a big enough hole.
Anyway, the total came to about $1 a piece. Not too bad. I am really excited to give these out.
To make these fabulous Sundaes, you need these 3 ingredients from Walmart:
The Epsom Salt is in the Pharmacy section (about $3 a bag) and the Bath Beads (really salt) are in the Cosmetic Section (about $2 a box). I like the pink ones. If you are only making a few of these, just buy the Bath Beads/Salt and use them by themselves. One box will make 4 of the Sundaes. If you are making a lot of them and need to make your beads go further, mix together:
1 bag of Epsom salt
1/2 a box of Baking Soda
1 Box Bath Beads/Salt
This makes about 15 Sundaes if you use 3/4 of a cup in each one. You could even add 2 bags of Epsom salt and one box of baking soda per bath beads/salt box to make them even go further.
It's amazing how far these beads will go and keep the yummy smell and coloring. No need to add anymore coloring or fragrance.
CUPS:
Then you need your cups. Mine were donated from Dairy Queen. I just called and asked if we could have 75 of their peanut butter parfait cups. They were very nice about it. If only doing a few, you could buy the glass cups that Dollar Tree sometimes has. Each Dairy Queen cup needed 3/4 cup of bath salt.
BATH SPONGE:
I found a 2 pack of one pink and one white at Dollar Tree for $1. That's as cheap as I could find.
STRAWS:
I used the multi colored pack from Walmart and picked out the pink ones. I may also use the yellow and lime.
BATH BEADS:
Bath Beads are pretty much non existant I found out. I finally ordered these on Ebay at .20 a piece (50 for $10). And they came and were bean shaped, not round. I was disappointed. Someone said they have them at ULTA but I didn't see them online there so I'm not sure about that.
POEM:
I retyped the Poem from the Sugar Doodle site and made it look cute. You can get it HERE We hooked it onto the straw by punching the poem with a hole punch twice to make a big enough hole.
Anyway, the total came to about $1 a piece. Not too bad. I am really excited to give these out.
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