It's a very special day, oh me, oh my! A very special day indeed! It's the birthday of a little girl, a girl dearest to my heart...
I wish that I could have recreated her extra lovely chicken piñata (or is it a rooster?), but I have other tricks and treats up my sleeve. Hot glued fingers and countless hours, making something scrumptious for that sweet little girl, whom I love and adore...
Of course for her, I would be willing to turn over the keys to my studio and more, plus all my treasures, because I love her so much - as I type this, I might cry.
I'll tell you a little bit about the ruffle dress wearing little lass, for she infused me with tales a plenty, and possibilities of wildest imaginations come true (and still does).
You know who that girl is, with the giant white cake?
The one, who's fiddlin' with her buttons, while her guests so patiently wait?
Why, that little girl is...
Mombie, Mommy, Mammie, Mom ~ that's her.
The most specialist girl in my life, it's true.
I had her all to myself for almost 6 years, when she brought other stinky babies into the mix, haha! But that's okay, because life wouldn't be the same without my brother and sis.
It's me, then a sister, then a brother you see.
And Dad, of course.
Those are the characters that make up my little nucleus, my pot of solid gold. (I drew this as a silly christmas card, many years ago, of our family. Alas, goodness knows what is on my head in the drawing, a hat I think ?)
It all starts with Mombie, Mommy, Mammie Mom, who is the queen of our family.
Bold and strong, and carefree too.
I love her more than words can say.
So, join me in cheering Hip Hip Hooooray, won't you please?
She is 60 today.
She told me that, when she thought of the number 60 in the car the other day, she lost her breath and started to panic.
But I said, 60 rocks, and when you are 80, you will wish you were 60 ;)
But, that might not have been too comforting. So if you are 60 or above, do tell her how lovely it is going to be, this age of 60, please oh please (lie, if it isn't, tee hee). She visits here often, and will read your kind words...
By the way, she told me I could tell you her age, so I am not being rude.
I actually can't find any current photos of this girl-woman, to save my life, except for the back of her head, or the top of her head, or the side of her head, isn't that sad?
So I must remedy that, and take many more photos, faster than fast. (of course, I have many photos that she would kill me about, if I posted, so I won't, haha)
When I look at the photos of her as a little girl, it yanks at my heart strings so much. I am not sure why...
Anyhow, I just love her.
Soooooo, I was putting together her gifts, and I decided to make some gift tags. Then I needed a recipe card, to include with her peaches, so I drew some up...
I will attach this one to some sunflowers, a pumpkin, basil and other treats from my garden...
I think it is a lovely touch for my gifts below, don't you?
Then, I will attach this one to some baked goods...
Of course, then I needed a recipe card, go figure. So I whipped this little guy up, and am about to jot down a recipe, to go with the basket of peaches I am gifting her....
A peach cobbler recipe for a basket of peaches, isn't that scrumptious?
I also made a little stack of garden cards for her.
Then I thought, why not share my garden gift tags with you? For personal use, at your leisure.
So, I will. All you have to do is....
Give the PDF a few seconds to open.
Easy as pie.
Well, I best finish decorating, and ungluing my fingers...
See you suuuuuuper soon.
ps: Random Things, 3 you say?
1) I would rather eat real food than sweets, or preferably savory treats.
2) I love to wash my face.
3) I am mean when woken from a slumber or if I fall asleep on the couch, and am woken up. Having to wake up and go to my bed annoys me to pieces. Grouchy grouch. And, I have to sleep at least 8 hours a night. Once I fall asleep, the chances of me waking up are very slim. I even slept through the huge early nineties earthquake in California, as the ocean waves splashed into my room.