Dragonfly Treasure: August 2008
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Perfectly Imperfect Life..........

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Unusual Painted Semi's

Here are 7 pictures of (European) semi-trucks whose trailers are decorated to look like the sides are missing and the products they are hauling are painted on the sides and back.

The first one is of a bookshelf with books lined up in it
and a post-it-note with an advertisement on it,
probably for the company that sells the books
The second is of canvas tote bag.

This one is of a bottle of beer and looks so real,
like it is coming out the side of the trailer.
The fourth is of another truck with the windshield facing the back
and there has been a driver painted in the driver's seat looking back over his shoulder to appear like he is driving backwards.
Pepsi cases and they are all stacked on the ceiling,
and the bottom of the trailer is empty.
An aquarium with fish swimming in it.

The last one is for Pringles-Hot & Spicy. The 'inside' of the trailer has the appearance of having been through a fire.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Featured Member for 8/21/08

I'm so excited!

I belong to an EBay group called
Age Before Beauty.

All the members are such creative & talented artists
that I'm still have a hard time, after 2 years, believing I was invited to join.

Each day a member is chosen to be the Featured Member
based on one of their listings

I was chosen for today!
The Fall Door Hanger above was the item chosen.
Believe it or not that holster was mine groing up!!
I had such fun making this piece
and love the way it turned out =)

Wishing you a wonderful Thursday!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Still Finding Treasure!

Well, I'm still digging through my mountains
of goodies that were brought from the farm!

Not sure if I will ever get to the bottom.
Seems I keep adding to them by going to local Estate Sales =)

Just unclovered more treasure &
have been on a listing spree in my Ebay Store!

Thought I'd share some with you!
Vintage fruit jars.....

Gorgeous Olde Florist Basket...
I think these old bottles were unearthed in Columbia, California
Adorable vintage little girls slip....
more mason jars.....

Love these old cookie cutters...
Especially the old tin ones!!
I think I'll probably miss my mountains,
Some neat old hardware....
should I ever actually get through them ;)

Friday, August 15, 2008


Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.
She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the Longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her At the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and Looked at me and smiled. 'Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,' she Said in a clear voice strong.
'I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here Staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I Explained to her.
'Have you ever looked at your hands,' she asked. 'I mean really Looked at your hands?'
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them Over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at My hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.
Grandma smiled and related this story:
'Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have Served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled Shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to Reach out and grab and embrace life.
'They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the Floor.
They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my Mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled On my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off To war.
'They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen, and bent. They were Uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated With my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone Special
They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I Buried my parents and spouse.
'They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and Shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.
They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the Rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried And raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works Real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to Fold in prayer.
'These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.
But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out And take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ.'
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God Reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.
When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my Children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and Caressed and held by the hands of God.


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