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Brush Lettering~A Few Favorite Brush Markers

Hi everyone!

Today, I want to let you in on my newest obsession--brush lettering.  (And, maybe you'll  become obsessed too!)

favorite brush markers for brush lettering~anartfulmom.com


Blogging These Days

I love to blog. I love it.  (Even though you all haven't seen me around here as much as I'd like to be lately. Pesky old life gets in the way.)

Have you noticed, though, that blogs have lost some of the personality and flavor they used to have?  I started my first real blog in 2007. (Want to see it?  A Studio in My Basement   Kind of raw, wouldn't you say? ha!) Not too many people were really reading that blog, but it was fun. Some of the navigation buttons don't even work, because I didn't know how to fix such things back then!

A Failproof Teacher Gift



It's nearing the end of another school year.  Teachers are tired.

When my kids were little, for a few years we gave, (with the best intentions!), the standard things that we thought teachers would like (mugs and such.)

Capture Memories of Childhood Places


Our neighborhood library closed a few weeks ago. It made me sad.

No worries, the brand new one that was built to replace it is huge, light-filled, and amazing. But, the library that closed was the library of my children's childhood, so our last visit there before it closed was a bit sad.  Even a little teary.

A Quote for Tuesday: Autumn

"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."
Albert Camus


Autumn leaves are like flowers in spring.

I love that quote so much because my daughter has often expressed that same feeling about leaves. I have mentioned many times (even here at my blog) how irritated I get with the trees in our yard, because of the work they create. 


Painted Pumpkins (Kid Style)

Painted Pumpkins

When your kids are making a project, do you get the urge to "fix it"  it a little?  (As in, "let's straighten those candies on the gingerbread roof just a bit," etc.) Yes, that was always my tendency too. (By the time my second one was making projects, though, I had loosened up a lot..)

A Letter to My Younger Self

Getting older often (usually, hopefully)  means getting wiser. (To that, my wisecracking son would say, "Wow, Mom, then you must be really wise by now."    He would probably follow that up with, "But you look young for your age, usually.")


I've shared many of these thoughts with my kids as they grew up.  (Probably much more often than they would have liked!)
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