A Still Life


I remember my art teacher when I was 12 years old who taught me the principles of creating a still life drawing or painting. I learned that in art I could capture time and not let it pass, but keep it as a secret keepsake in this treasure chest of life. Thank you to My First Love; My Lord and Savior. For it is He who gives and creates, teaching us through this journey. I am forever grateful to see His extraordinary glory in every ordinary moment.

"...be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth" Psalm 46:10


Saturday, June 6, 2015

Through the Eyes of a Parent

When you're a mom, with every birthday that passes your children grow and you stand back amazed. You watch them become the young adults they are meant to be. You are thankful for every good thing that comes into their lives. You stand hopeful that they will be blessed beyond their dreams while knowing that they share this world that has its ups and its downs.

When they are young, you treasure moments when their eyes look up to you and their smiles say it all... oh, maybe it's just a quiet day of fishing and the thrill isn't really in catching anything but is in the tight hold of the pole as they cast a fishing line over the water for the very first time. You see that beaming smile of satisfaction on their face. You are still the most important people in their world.

Why is it that no matter how old our children get, when we look into their eyes we can't just relish in the breaking news of their present day? Parenthood looks into the eyes of their children and they never really seem older ~ just more wonderful. 

To a mom, she may be seeing her son at 2 or 32 and you can't possibly tell what she is really thinking about. The memories and the moments are as deep as the sea, as wide as its horizon above it and as current as the morning begins once more.


Love you today, then and always ~
Mom



Thursday, May 28, 2015

Friday, April 24, 2015

Bags and Totes




I love bags, all kinds of them! All girls have some kind of bag crush.  Mine started when I was really young because I loved collecting and organizing. "A place for everything, and everything in its place" I guess you could say was in my makeup. So then later in life I became a teacher and had the need for many different carryalls.
Bag designs have changed over the years and tote bags made into artful and functionally fun accessories is a passion for creative addicts like me. 
Call them handbags, shoulder bags, tote bags, market bags, etc. ~ It's all about the design of a bag that draws us in. Growing up, my grandmother and mom called them "pocketbooks". And today my kids think that's really funny. 
I guess my love for vintage goes back to my grandmother. I can still smell her linens drying in the breeze in her yard that was dotted with Rose of Sharon, Peonies and Lilies of the Field. Ah, sweetest memories!
Anyway, this tote, all handmade and machine sewn by me
is for sale in my Etsy shop. 

Thanks for visiting!
https://www.etsy.com/shop/patricepastel?ref=hdr_shop_menu
https://www.etsy.com/listing/230986455/pink-green-on-black-butterfly-dragonfly?ref=shop_home_feat_3

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Winter Scape
















Well, there are two ways I can look at this. The new year in my neck of the woods promises driving cold and freshly falling flakes. I either count the days till Spring ... or ... make every day count until then. So I'm busy in my studio, organizing, planning and sewing and staying warm. Even the birds are hiding today. Only 51 days till Spring ~ but who's really counting.
Bless the work of your mind and your hands today, wherever you are.
Sincerely,
Patrice

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Painting Pink

Vintage Santa Hand Painted in pink. Only one like him this year and he's sold!
 
If you like soft pastels in Pink, Mint Green and Snowy White
available for 2014 is my
Snow Family of 3
Merry Christmas from New York ~ Where I count on a White Christmas
 

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Grief

Like most everyone, life sometimes deals you unexpected times. I'm still in rebound mode from grieving a dear friend who endured a long uncompromising battle with lymphoma. Her name is Kathy. She may have left too soon for her family and all who love her. I could write chapters about her. Someday I probably will but for now the lines of life aren't very distinct, in fact, they are just a little blurred. I'm finding that the gift of friendship has no real beginning and no real end. And one day, I will see her again. So to those of you who know what I mean, take heart, this may be an approaching season for family and friends and for grieving too. It's okay. In fact, it's so okay that God started a chapter in His book that goes like this,

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven... Ecc. 3:1

The best part about this is... it is only one chapter. The story never really ends. Kathy knew her story was not over. She left all of us with her certainty of meeting the One who started it all. He was her Savior, and mine too. His name is Jesus.