A vision...daring to be different...

 Oh yeah, I fought the beast, the white beast,

the black beast...the pastel beast won...

heading up to Candle Shed Effect!

 I've decided to bring my furniture back to

The Shed...

 the purses and Lucky 13 t-shirts

match the furniture...

 When I buy a piece, I usually have something

in mind, a color, a setting...I try to do

several pieces to pull it all together,

frames, flowers, smalls or the rhinestones of

the purses.

 We also decided to go quirky in the shop,

adding skulls and skeletons,

bugs and bones, pushing the limits

in our lil' river burg...

 We again have incense in the shop,

and to my surprise, they are selling well,

as are the funky burners we carry too...

 As always, the creepy babies...

a most unique item to be sure, but,

it's all in fun, we are pushing the limits,

no holds barred, you never know what to

 expect, right...

THANKS Mark and Liz,

you guys always have the best junk...

everyone needs a ratty ol' deer head

to hang their hat on,

I better get busy making those

boney windchimes, thanx for

the box of bones too...

see y'all at the

CANDLE SHED EFFECT.

Did I mention I'm over white...

 Had these cute lil' pieces 4EVER,

they were painted white...

 not any more...

aqua and fuscia, what fun porch colors,

fun summer colors,

NOT WHITE

LOVE

 also found this cute lil' table whilst out

shopping the other day...cute!

 And this cool pottery spittoon

and iron leaves...

 And this great apothecary head

and palm reader hand...

way cool,

I simply must keep

heeheehee...

Drought in the bread basket...

 In times of drought you learn lessons,

what will grow and what requires

too much water...

 When you have times of severe sun activity,

it's hotter and dryer than normal.

We don't know how long this cycle will last,

but next growing season I will do things

a little differently, I will spend my winter,

which will again, probably be warmer

and find more drought solutions.

 Having to water every day just to keep

the wilt from stunting the crops is an

exercise in futility...my poor beets, the

second crop is suffering!

 Dry, yet my beloved cedars still survive...

 as do my second crop of green beans,

but the tomatoes still lag behind,

though I've actually eaten two, I'm testing several

 heirlooms 'longside the old stand byes...

a study in survival, as our governments

wreak havoc on our weather...

 This is first crop broccoli, I planted twelve

plants, I've eaten two, this is what two more look

like, I should've had all in the freezer by now...

 I finally got the chickenwire up for the

birdhouse gourds to climb on, but they

are very stunted and have to be watered every

other day as well...as you can see,

the hosta are burned by the scorching

heat of a sun in cycle...

 I hide myself away behind shutters

to keep it's heat at bay, I haven't slept upstairs

for weeks...too hot up there with no vents

in this lil' ol' shack, I have NEVER run my air

 as much as this year, but I now know it's a

cycle of ol' Sol, so we wait inside and

hope for another warm winter,

while we prepare for next years season.

I got me some issues...

 My latest acquisition, this shabby shade and

marble lamp came from Sister's Garden...

 doesn't it fit perfect in the front room...

Yup, I got issues, but I'm luvin' me

some ratty ol' lampshades,

my style, my fantasy, my crazy...

heart it!

I'M MELTING...

 My gourds got some serious wilt goin' on...

 the wind is out of their sails,

my birdhouse gourds...

 Turnips and beets...whew...

 cukes flat, sunflowers flourish...

 Brussels sprouts n broccoli

but the work goes on,

7 more pints for the larder,

no rest for the wicked...heehee!

One day at a time...

 I sit on my sweltering back porch

gazing at my lil' six acre paradise,

a dream that I have accomplished on my own,

carving an existence without the help

of a man in my life...

many have said they would be too lonely,

well, that depends on how needy

one is, how much one wants or NEEDS...

I have found that I don't need that much!

Living with a philandering alcoholic 

for 20 years, makes one quite independent.

 I don't can quarts anymore,

that would be a waste of food and

space...mmmmm...pickled beets...

 Through a difficult spring of crazy

weather trends, finally my beans are

 flourishing, I don't believe in the lies

of global warming anymore, knowing

 now that we are being tricked into the grand

scheme only to be forced into paying

 a carbon tax...thank you very much Al Gore!!!

 My turnips are huge, bigger than any I've

 ever grown, though now, I'm forced to

vigorously wash all my veggies with peroxide,

to get off GPC(grain processing) residue, jet fuel

and contrail toxins and a smattering of

nuclear fallout from Fukushima and

the rest of the energy companies that lie

about their leaking reactors and illegally

dumped waste...and for my Facebook friends

that think I'm crazy for bashing the Obamacare,

hey, I voted for the man, I wanted to believe,

but I now know what it means, it's a tax!

And don't tell me that you'll be paying for

ME if I don't pay, no, I'll still be paying

for you that needs to go to a doctor every time

 you fart...if I had the freedom to go to a

homeopathic doctor, you might have me

on board, but I want my freedom to choose,

are you crazy, let them choose!

I don't do vaccinations, I don't do antibiotics,

I don't buy any of the run for the cure scams,

I understand cancer, I'm not afraid of it,

I've seen it up close and personal,

but I am afraid of my government.

45% of Americans are waking up now,

they are opening their eyes to the tyranny,

they are arming themselves for the

revolution that will soon be upon us,

we have seen the signs...

I wanted to believe in change, I wanted

to have hope, but we're a long way from it.

Talking to like mind people is all I need,

people that work together selflessly,

it isn't about me, me, me, it's about us...

you don't get lonely when you have US

(and a good dog)

(sometimes-terrier)...

I want this freedom for the world,

not just us big fat Americans.

I hate being hated by the rest of the world,

I hate that our government bullies

EVERYONE,  lies, lies, lies,

you don't know what to believe anymore,

but I believe in me and our

constitution...

and that change is coming!

And don't tell me 'if you don't like it here,

move'...kiss my ass!

I love my country and will fight for it's

freedom from tyranny, here and abroad...

we are all brothers and sisters!

AND...

what if there were 3 sexes instead of 2...