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  Artistry by McKenzie G.  Feature  One of my favorite movies is " My Fair Lady ." I love Eliza Doolittle. I love the awkwardness and crassness that transforms into this elegant, beautiful woman. It doesn't hurt that I also love Audrey Hepburn as that character. Also inspired by Audrey Hepburn is McKenzie Guymon from Idaho! A Cosmetologist by profession, she understands issues women have in finding an accessory that captures who they are, "I have always loved anything vintage inspired! When I was looking for vintage inspired hair accessories , I couldn't ever find things I liked, so I created my own!!" Mckenzie is the founder and creator of "Artistry by McKenzie G" where she creates vintage inspired hair accessories. "I am a cosmetologist and have always loved playing with hair and have also always been a crafter. The 2 just easily mixed when I started to create in my little craft room!" When considering a name for her business, McKenzie

  Ghiradelli Advent     With six children, it seems we are always counting down until (insert: "birthday," "Holiday," etc.).   After tiring of the constant "How many more days?"   I created our Ghirardelli Advent.   It's been a big hit and makes the long days until our "event" a delicious journey!         For this Easy #DIY Ghiradelli Advent project you will need: Felt thread sewing machine or needle buttons scissors paper marking pen about 1/2 yard fabric Ghirardelli chocolate squares yarn or ribbon This is an easy project. Miss M made it on her own in 2011 and took first place at the Utah State Fair . Here's hers in a Red, White and Blue Theme: Easy #DIY Ghiradelli Advent Instructions:     1.) Create a pattern for your felt envelopes. Measure and mark 6"x2.5."       the rectangle on a piece of paper.       Cut out.   2.) Measure 1 and 5/16 down from the top, fold.   3.) Using scissors, round the top of the 1 and 5/16"

 Sunday night, after much begging my husband, we rented Julie & Julia. It was a movie I wanted to see--and one my husband was a critic of long before he brought it home. I remember as a child, watching Julia Childs cook on TV. It was Mom and Me time. I couldn't tell you what it was she cooked or did, but I do remember her voice, her accent, how different she looked in the kitchen than my mother. Of course, I had no idea who the "Julie" was that set out to complete 524 recipes in 365 days. It wasn't long into the movie that my memories of Julia Child came flooding back. Meryl Streep did an amazing job of portraying the role of a beloved woman who probably taught my mom a few things. In this glimpse of Julia Child, I came to love her. She was comfortable being 6'2". She loved her husband unconditionally. She tried new things and abandoned them when they didn't meet her interest. She was loyal and hospitable. She was humorous and, of course, she could co

 I think "forty" must be the bridge where you look back on your life and reflect on your triumphs and regrets while at the same time looking forward, daring to dream the unimaginable. As I saddle this bridge, I find myself lost in a sea of hope, joy, sadness, and courage. My life. I own it. All of it is not what I, myself, would have chosen, but it is mine none the less and the fragments that make me whole. This morning, in a rare moment of solitude, I found myself searching for the most memorable moment in my life that transformed me. The moment that, I suppose, made me whole. Without a doubt, that moment for me was this--A single kiss. I arrived at his house, "Guppie", his dog,  greets me with a wagging tail, too lazy to peel himself off the sidewalk to actually say, "Hello". I enter through the sliding glass door. The house is quiet. I walk to his room and he's still sleeping. Quietly, I take the seat next to his bed and watch him. His chest rises a

 Long before the Modified Circuit knew him, I met him. It was a long, long time ago...almost 25 years ago. He was seventeen a legend in motor-cross and destined for greater things than he'd ever imagined I met him in a sterile hospital with over-polished floors. The decor a bland grey and muted blue . I was sixteen, he was seventeen. It was seven weeks since our birthday. I don't remember him before that moment. I've written about him several times in my blog. Perhaps you remember " Reflections of a Friendship " or " Best Friends". To see him now, featured on the cover of Speedway Magazine's December 2009 issue is impressive. It's not anything I ever doubted he could do. It's not something that defines him to me. It's something that shares with the world the man I most admire--the man who is more whole, more complete than any other person I have been fortunate to meet. Enjoy this tribute written by Mike Adaskaveg and published by Speedwa