So, I'm slowly preparing myself mentally for the summer to be over and for school to start again. I love school, but I really hate to see my lazy days go away. The thought that I want to share today is a quote from Maya Angelou:
"You can't use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have."
I hope to instill that in my students this year.
About Me
- Terry Weisenfels
- I love to read, scrapbook, sleep, canoe, and hang out. My absolute favorite thing to drink is sweet peach tea from Sonic, and I could eat Mexican food every day. I have five cats, one son, and two beautiful and adorable and intelligent granddaughters.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Tart Tins
Greetings on this hot June day. After toiling in my yard for several hours, I came in, cleaned up, and decided that I needed to do something crafty. I wish I could take credit for this cute thing, but I can't. Someone at Jenni Bowlin Studios came up with this idea, and I modified it.
I used one of Jenni's Tart Tin sets, an old tart tin for the bottom, two spools, and one of my toy pegs from when I was little. I glued everything together with 1/2 inch dimensional Zots by Thermoweb, and then used some Prima flowers. They don't make these flowers anymore, but you could use any that you liked or none at all. The ones of the bottom tier aren't glued in, but the top two are. I don't know what I will do with this...set it on my desk, I suppose.
I thought about hanging my french hook feather earrings from the tins...I might...I don't know.
Anyway, happy crafting with whatever you craft!
I used one of Jenni's Tart Tin sets, an old tart tin for the bottom, two spools, and one of my toy pegs from when I was little. I glued everything together with 1/2 inch dimensional Zots by Thermoweb, and then used some Prima flowers. They don't make these flowers anymore, but you could use any that you liked or none at all. The ones of the bottom tier aren't glued in, but the top two are. I don't know what I will do with this...set it on my desk, I suppose.

I thought about hanging my french hook feather earrings from the tins...I might...I don't know.
Anyway, happy crafting with whatever you craft!
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Creativity
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately (like for the past 9 or 10 months) about art journaling and book making...you know, not betting, but making handmade books:). I'm thinking that if I do a couple of things every day that I will stay sane and feel more fulfilled somehow. I don't mean that I don't feel fulfilled now, but I need outlets...creative, intellectual, spiritual.
So, here are my resolutions for each day:
1. Pray and devote time to God
2. Read
3. Do something artsy: scrapbook, paint, artjournal, etc.
Did you notice that house cleaning didn't seem to make it to the list? :)
So, here are my resolutions for each day:
1. Pray and devote time to God
2. Read
3. Do something artsy: scrapbook, paint, artjournal, etc.
Did you notice that house cleaning didn't seem to make it to the list? :)
Monday, June 27, 2011
My Tree
This is a tree I made using a KaiserCraft chipboard kit. I love the way it turned out. It was designed to be a family tree, but I just made it for a decorative element. Currently, it's in my living room on top of my antique blanket chest. I just love it.
The Hands That
Waved Farewell
by Patricia Goedicke
Hands that have waved farewell
Meaning, we will meet again,
Meaning, we will meet again,
Cities I had thought lost forever
That have returned to me,
That have returned to me,
Sooner or later I will see them again, the mountains
The white coffee cup beside my plate
The white coffee cup beside my plate
Steaming in the cold, as suddenly solid
As the most miraculous happening
As the most miraculous happening
In the whole world, it is a gift
That is given to everyone, yes
That is given to everyone, yes
Everyone:
The patterns of our lives
The patterns of our lives
Repeat themselves, like the old woman
Who keeps looking into your eyes from a window
Who keeps looking into your eyes from a window
Right next to the tracks as the train passes
On its way to forgotten farmhouses,
On its way to forgotten farmhouses,
The strict pine trees of New Hampshire
Like night watchmen in the snow . . .
Like night watchmen in the snow . . .
For me it was a small town in Mexico
Flamboyant, full of flowers
Flamboyant, full of flowers
Lying on a hillside with the moon
And bittersweet stars in its hair
And bittersweet stars in its hair
But for me also it was the one man,
I did not recognize,
I did not recognize,
At every turning point in my life
Like a small pony he would be standing there
Like a small pony he would be standing there
Like an armchair with a cello in it, or a brook
He kept beckoning to me like the sun
He kept beckoning to me like the sun
Or a coffee cup, full of warmth
Until I accepted him, so that now
Until I accepted him, so that now
In the thick snows of New Hampshire,
In the dry deserts of Mexico
In the dry deserts of Mexico
Over and over I keep finding them
Rustling in the wind like leaves,
Rustling in the wind like leaves,
Like growth rings in the book of trees
Hands that have waved farewell,
Hands that have waved farewell,
Cities I had thought lost forever
That have returned to me.
That have returned to me.
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