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December 21, 2014


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Will miss the awards, but your posts are gift enough! Merry Christmas to you!

Jewels Welsh

Baking soda trumps Award Ceremonies every time - a good lesson for next year less you try something similar then (though my curiosity about the belt sander is piqued!) LOL Have a wonderful holiday B - I am off to my home and native land for time with the rellies.....


LOL!!! Sending hugs, dear friend, for a calmer new year which is just around the corner!

Maria (Magia Mia)

Ah, yes. That sounds familiar. Making something simple into something complicated. Anytime I'm creating or decorating, I can never leave well enough alone. My mind says "Ooh, you know what else you could do? That would be cool!" A blessing and a curse.....

Thank you for my morning laugh.....:)


Capable women unite!!! Once I learned my way around a cordless drill- I was unstoppable. My junior high school sent every student to wood and metal shop. Hear me roar!!! I can't wait to see everything you've done.

Musings from Kim k.

I think we can all relate to projects that get out of control. Wishing you a very blessed Christmas.

laurie mapgie ethel

I will miss the awards but understand the frazzled end of life. Your baking soda story reminds me of my Dad and his twin brother when they were little. They decided that if they got spoonfuls of flour and went into the living room and the flour in the air it would be as if it was snowing. It was not fun for my grandmother to clean up.


I have a list of similar stories from this holiday season, only I can't claim an exceptionally clean house. Have a Merry Christmas, Barbara!

vintage grey

Merry Christmas Barbara!! xo Heather

Carol @ Old Glory Cottage

I hate it when things snowball like that. Sounds like my life! I think every project is going to only take 15 minutes, and it always turns into days. Merry Christmas to you and your family, Mrs. Oodles!

Ted Wojtasik

I'm Polish-American (2nd gen), and I'm writing a short story about Xmas Eve at my grandparents' dairy farm in CT. Does anyone know the history of Indents? Is there a reason for the indent? Symbolism? Thank you.

Ted Wojtasik

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