Hiding from the winter cold.

Can you find me?

I am hiding from the winter cold, the frost's bite and the wind's fury.
Tucked beneath leaves, where the moisture lies.

Really, I do not have a green thumb, but at times my entire being is green. Green with envy of those who are warm and saturated with nature's moist touch.

I hide myself inside the comfort of tiny blooms and leaves.

Blend in, where perhaps I will be forgotten; left to my musings.
So I can ponder and dream of sodden fields, flower buds and things with wings.

The first image is obvious, but there is someone peeking at you from every image. Did you find them all?

xoxo~

Abbie

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A Christmas Treat

Oh! The delight of it all! Bright colors, sweets stuck to candies, chocolates and treats! Sticky frosting, that tickles your tongue,
and a large jolly man who lets you eat lots, but only if your young! Young at heart I say, only for those who enjoy the day. The sparkle, the glitter the shimmery sheen.
For those who think that candy is keen!
Ginger breads, gumdrops and kisses galore!
When he calls we come running, hungry for more!
He jiggles his belly with a "Ho Ho Ho!"
While tall gumdrop spires are lined up in a row.

Come one! Come all! Enjoy this fine season! Come on, have a nibble! Try it!
For when it is over, beware, for it'll be time for a diet!

Merry Christmas!

xoxo~

Abbie

The gingerbread house was made by my very talented children. It sits on a cake stand surrounded by cotton fluff in our kitchen. The Baking Santa is my favorite. Sorry about the very poor poetry. :P I am punch drunk from baking, wrapping, making and photographing.

Wow. White Fluffy Puffy Stuffy. Wow. I tell ya, wow.

We had a foot of snow fall on Friday and into Saturday.

Now, we are having another 12" to 18" fall today. We are precariously balancing our sanity with the thankfulness that we still have power. 25 thousand in NH have been without it for over a week now.

I'm thinking that perhaps I'll BBQ. Burgers on the grill anyone?

As I type, the wind and snow is swirling around the house so quickly that I can't see the grill on the deck anymore. Maybe I'll skip the burgers tonight.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. I went and hid there yesterday for a moment to get away from the two housebound, stir crazy, wild eyed monsters that were once my sweet little girls.

Hope everyone else is surviving!

Is anyone else tired of the holidays?

the trimmings.

I love Christmas time. The sparkle and lights just make me warm all over. These are a few of my favorite things.. shiny red glass ornaments...

Glittery snowmen...

Thankful babes...

Pouting angels...

Peeking santas with polka dot caps...

Tiny snowmen caught under cups...

Antique santas from Christmas past..

Little boys singing carols...

Fancy ornaments too fragile for the tree...

and little girls singing carols.

Happy Holidays!

xoxo~
Abbie

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I have added advertisements to The Vintage Moth in hopes to raise $$ for the American Cancer Society. We have raised over $40 at The Floozies and I am hoping that The Moth will generate more. The hit count is off the charts and there are tons of followers. All this time on the PC needs to benefit someone, right?

xoxo~
Abbie

Living Life through Lady Bugs

I gathered them together to talk. It has been so long since all of my lady bugs were in one spot.

They sat in the shade enjoying their protection from little hands that loved to squish them quite harshly.

It is always the same. No matter how far they have traveled nor how long they have been apart, one takes the honor of the leader and then the bickering starts.

Lady Bugs can only be in each others company for so long before the popular Lady's (oh, you know.. the ones with the pretty spots and the brighter shades of red) begin the feel high and mighty.

They whisper and tee-hee about poor Jane. Oh goodness. Her wings have never closed properly. Foolish child really. Better to stay in the woods where no one sees.

But today they were brought together to celebrate every one of them. To me they are gorgeous.

Broken wings, missing legs, empty shells. They are just lovely to look at. To gaze at.

What is happening in their tiny world? Perhaps I should have let them get sucked up in my vacuume but then what would I have to blog about today?

xoxo~

Abbie

Two Sides to Every Button...

The next time you work on an art piece, scrapbook or greeting try looking at the other side of things.

Take a look at the back side of your buttons.

I love the forgotten bits of fabric and thread that sometimes get left behind.

Each worn hook and hole has so many stories to tell.

The back of my button with the clovers is stamped 1883.

I didn't notice that until this photo shoot.

Don't forget broken buttons, they have a story too. You can tell what a button is made from once they are broken. Vegetable ivory or glass.

The back of shell buttons have so much more texture than the front.

My favorite button in my collection is the broken jet glass button shown above. It is so tiny and the broken side sparkles fiercely in the light.

Above is a close up of a vegetable ivory button, split open by time. You'd never know that under that dark exterior is a pale center! There are after all, at least two sides to every button.

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