Before and After

The newest addition to the Dankocsik clan arrived on January 12, 2008. That is the day Brody came into our lives and blessed us with his unconditional, furry love. This past Thursday his furry aspect was drastically diminished. The jury is still out on the results. Personally, I think he has a certain Wile E. Coyote-esque quality now. My husband has to avert his eyes - he says Brody looks embarrassed and he doesn't want to make it worse by looking directly at him. At any rate, he will be much cooler this summer and we love him no matter what he looks like. Just like the children...



Here are some elements I will incorporate into my bead workshop on Saturday. I'm always so happy to have a "legitimate" reason to get my hands on polymer clay. There are so many things on my grown-up to-do list that playtime gets relegated to somewhere in the icy nether regions. However, no one can fault me for taking time out to prep for what is sure to be a fun-filled frolicking good time with fellow clay enthusiasts. After all they're counting on me to lead them down the cane-paved path to true poly enlightenment...no really...it's my job...I have to...


Happy Scrappy

Manning the trunk show table,
happy to be apart of Scrap St.Louis,
thanks, For Keep's Sake!!


Here Goes...

I was informed that when the new Rock Paper Scissors website launched, the "What's New" blog would change to "The Shop Owner's Journal"...hmmmm.

Let me start by saying that I love reading people's blogs. I love that edited insight into their unique lives. I am especially happy when I read something that validates my own quirky thought process. However...as much as I wish and wish (and though I have a staggering collection of beautiful journals - some handmade by yours truly) - I am simply not a journal person. I have grandiose visions of my grandchildren avidly pouring through my many leather-bound tomes for sage wisdom - only I never actually put pen to paper (sorry kids).

OK - so know you know what we're dealing with.

I'm going to make an effort. I'm going to find batteries for my camera. I'm going to find my camera. I'm going to remember that I have just as many hours in the day as Einstein did (although clearly none of his precious time was spent on hair care and I am simply not willing to give up my much-needed sessions with my hairdresser). I'm going to be a kinder, gentler, wordier person.