
This picture was taken on our recent visit to New Zealand. We were walking around the Buried Village near Blue Lake when we can across this gorgeous flower growing out of no where on the side of a hill, stunning!
One of my favorite pictures from our New Zealand holiday. The title reads "so much like a man", "I just have to say" and the tag reads "Son, I am proud of you".
I was lucky enough to be a part of a vintage swap which was hosted on The Boxx. I managed to find some time yesturday to have a play and made some Christmas Cards.
This card has a stamped and embossed image which was then coloured with water colour pencils and adhered to some red cardstock. The piece of red cardstock behind the Merry Christmas title was put through my Big Shot which gives it that lovely texture.









These guys were coming and going to and from in about a minute and half, just incredible. Luckily no-one was hurt, no homes lost and even though this was going on for over 2 hours it could have been a lot worse.
The gorgeous and very special Princess Liv in her beautiful fairy outfit and looking very glam!
My very bestest friend and the new addition to the family little Molly.
The Spunk rat himself, Darc!
The Dancing Queens, partying the afternoon away :D





for those that have lost their lives and also remembering the amazing people who have put their own lives on the line fighting these horrendous fires.
Its been a while, for one reason or another I just haven't felt like updating the blog or sharing life's moments.
So now it's time....
I have had this poem saved for quite some time to share here, so as a start to posts for 2009 I would like to share this with you.
Mx
I Am The New Year
I am unused, unspotted, without blemish. I stretch before you three hundred sixty-five days long.
I will present each day in its turn, a new leaf in the Book of Life, for you to place upon it your imprint.
It remains for you to make of me what you will; if you write with firm, steady strokes, my pages will be a joy to look
upon when the next New Year comes. If the pen falters, if uncertainty or doubt or sin mar the page, it will become a day to remember with pain.
I am the New Year. During each hour of the three hundred sixty-five days, I will give you sixty minutes that have never known the use of man. White and pure, I present them; it remains for you to fill them with sixty
jewelled seconds of love, hope, endeavour, patience, and trust in God.
I am the New Year. I am here - but once past, I can never be recalled. Make me your best!
~ Author Unknown ~