Sneaux Days and Cabin Fever


LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME! I HAVE CABIN FEVER!

As I mentioned before, the southern part of the United States does not handle snow and ice well.

SNEAUX – (snow) ie; an uncommon phenomenon to the southern regions of North America. Def.: unique white frozen crystal precipitation falling from the sky at the most in-opportune time, wreaking havoc on the streets and in the lives of people more comfortable sweating in the outdoors rather than slipping on ice. A major cause of cabin fever, a condition identified by malaise, deep sighing, pulling out hair, and sleeping long hours.

a symptom of cabin fever

a symptom of cabin fever

I have spent an inordinate amount of time on the computer. I haven’t worn anything but my pjs for two days. What’s the point? Can’t go anywhere, no one can come here. Just take a shower and put on clean pjs.

On the other hand I have gotten a couple of projects done that have just been in the idea phase for a long time. I got my dear one to make the rolling pin towel rack (see previous post ). And I did another project yesterday. I made a roman shade from a mini-blind.

It was easy, I followed directions I found on youtube.com and hometalk.com. This is how it turned out:

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I feel sorry for, and at the same time admire, people who live where snow is not uncommon. They know what to do, how to stock up, precautions to make, what tires to use, etc. My brothers are that way. They live in the mid-west and know exactly what to do. Alas, they are too far away to help me with cabin fever…. So Jesus, I’m depending on You!

will it ever go away?  miss my porch rockers

will it ever go away? miss my porch rockers

Somebody save me...

Somebody save me…


This ain't no picnic weather!

This ain’t no picnic weather!


definitely not used to this!

definitely not used to this!

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SNOW DAY!


Waaay down here in the south we don’t know what to do when it snows. Some businesses don’t open, schools stay closed, shopping is done ahead of the of the inclimate weather. All that because southerners typically don’t know how to drive on ice or snow. It is fairly foreign to us. The novelty of it wears off in a couple of hours after the white stuff blankets our still green grass and blooming sasanquas. I have to admit it is a pretty sight, but trust me, after a couple of days being stuck in the house, I’m ready for a few degrees of warmth outside. I’m one of those chickens who prefers to stay inside rather than brave a wind that bites. “I’d druther” a more gentle sweet smelling breeze and the warmth of a southern sun.

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So, what to do while I’m stuck in the house? Well, I had a mind to get into making rosaries. I’ve been slacking off lately and need to catch up. But, guess what? I don’t have enough wire on hand to do much with. It stinks, because I’m NOT going to town. I had to come up with a new plan.

I decided to put together all the components to make rosaries, store them in the appropriate color organza bag until I can renew my wire stash to finish them. I’ll be ready.

So far I have put together kits for 12 rosaries, 18 car rosaries, and 8 baby baptism rosaries!

ready and waitin'

ready and waitin’

I’m tickled to pieces to get all organized and such. I was able to use some of my new components, some beautiful pieces I picked up in south Louisiana.

It is supposed to be in the 50’s. I can’t wait.

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Book of the Month! NaBloPoMo #3


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A couple of nights ago a delightful woman by the name of Virginia Kerth called to interview me. Me, the small town old gal who lives in the woods, me. She wanted me to know that it was her turn to choose the book of the month for her book club. And she chose mine. She chose mine! A book club in Kansas is going to read Secrets of the Old Ladies’ Club. They will meet afterwards, review it, discuss it, chew on it for a while and then decide whether or not it is a good read. I am beyond thrilled!

Virginia is such a sweet person that I wanted to interview her. We talked on the phone like long lost friends finding each other at last. Without giving any details of her private life, I can tell you that she is an avid book reader (duh), and apparently a social butterfly. She must know how to entertain as well because she told me her plans for the book club meeting which will be at her home, include creating the refreshments around all things Louisiana and the Old Ladies’ Club. Isn’t that a hoot? She will be serving shrimp, pecan pie and rum drinks with little umbrellas in them. (You have to read the book to understand that.)

By the time I hung up the phone, my head had swelled beyond what I thought it ever could. And then I got out of bed, put my slippers on, let the dogs go out, made the cat go out, fed the fish, and fixed a cup of blueberry tea. Then I got kind of scared. What if they don’t like it? What if it’s a bust? Virginia told me that she would let me know what the club thinks of it and she promised me she would tell me about ALL the reviews – good and bad. Ok, that will shrink a swelled head down to size in a hurry. So all I could do was talk to God about it. I realized He has always given me the desires of my heart. And I know He has great plans for me. And I believe that through Him I can soar like eagles. What the heck am I worried about? I am so weird.

I think the night Virginia called was the same day I found out that my book is on Goodreads (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17397862-secrets-of-the-old-ladies-club?ac) and on Books A Million online (http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Secrets-Old-Ladies-Club/Nan-Tubre/9781475975123?id=5831605601006). Can you imagine that? I got so excited about it I am hosting a book give-away on the Goodreads site. I’m giving away a copy to five lucky people. You’ll have to go here to enter: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway. The last day to enter is Dec 3rd and Goodreads will select the winners.

I also have a give-away on my facebook author page. It runs through November 15th. All you have to do is find the post mentioning the give-away, share it with your friends and ‘like’ my page. My two year old granddaughter will select that winner. Don’t ask.

Oh, and how could I forget…if you want a copy of my book, send a message to me and I give you the details.

It would be a huge help to me if you would offer a comment or two here. Don’t be shy, share me with your friends! I’ll just love you forever for that.

And don’t forget to pray for peace.

Crossing off the Bucket List!


Tree of Life

Tree of Life

Who knew life after 50 could be so much fun?? And I say that with no sarcasm whatsoever. I am deep into my 50’s and the funny part about that is that I didn’t have a clue about life until middle age began it’s uphill climb over my being. I hear people talk about their high school years being the best time of their life. I’ve heard people say early marriage and motherhood ‘completed’ them. I have even heard one or two people wish they were a child again. Not me. Nope. I wouldn’t trade motherhood for anything in the world (mostly because I have the most adorable grandchildren) but as far as high school and childhood – you can have ’em. The simple fact is, for a late bloomer like myself, hitting that 50 mark was like getting permission to finally have a life. Suddenly, young people call me “ma’am”. I seem to have acquired respect through no effort of my own, although I will admit that the first time I was asked if I wanted a senior citizen discount, I was just a pinch offended. Of course, now I ask for it. Hey. It’s been earned.

Along with garnering respect, another perk of aging is suddenly realizing that you can do anything your little heart desires. Confidence is no longer elusive, it’s a new friend. For example, I confidently do not color my hair any longer. Screech. Yes, it’s true. Let the grays come on down! What does it matter? Who cares? My husband told me the other day I’m starting to look like a silver fox. I haven’t figured out if that’s a good thing or not, but it doesn’t really matter anyway. I choose wear it confidently. It’s all good.

I am living life actively and happily now more than at any other time in my life. A by-product of that is the development of my own Bucket List. You know what that is, I’ve written about it before, taking inspiration from the fab movie of the same name. If you recall, the number One spot on my Bucket List was to write a book. Joyfully, I can cross that off the list. I wrote and published my own book, Secrets of the Old Ladies’ Club (available on amazon, B&N, etsy, and a few shops locally). Yes, I’m aglow. And I intend to write more books, actually, a few more are in the wings.

Age and confidence gave me permission to add many things to my Bucket List and do way more than I ever really thought I could. What else, you say? I learned how to belly dance. Uh huh. It wasn’t pretty considering I am more belly than anything else, but at least I had the confidence to go for it. Again, who cares what my dancing looks like as long as I enjoy it? The truth is I crossed that off my Bucket List pretty early on. Some things just aren’t meant to be.

But my most most favorite favorite favorite thing to cross off my list is I am finally learning to play the piano! Imagine that! It’s something I have wanted to do since I was a child so when the opportunity to purchase a piano at a ridiculously low price (thanks again Mary!), I jumped at it. I can’t describe how excited I am. I guess if I would have had the opportunity when I was younger, I wouldn’t have appreciated it as much as I do today. The only regret I have is concerning my boys. I wish I could have given them the chance to learn how to play the piano. One of my sons did play the alto sax for a little while, but the other son never was musically inclined. Come to think of it, sax-boy wasn’t that instrumentally inclined, proof of which became evident when he traded said saxophone for a stereo when I wasn’t looking.

This much I have learned: The purpose of having a Bucket List is to give yourself permission to do that which you are passionate about. Awesome.

Here’s something else I am passionate about; creating art. I just finished a series of works with various interpretations of the Tree of Life. It’s not a new concept, just a new interpretation. It’s a subject we artists love because of the unique individual spin we can add to it. I constructed my trees using silver-plated, bronze, copper, and gold-tone wire, added semi-precious stone chips, glass beads, Swarovski crystal and charms. The symbolism includes three main roots to the tree (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit), twelve branches (twelve tribes of Isreal), amethyst (royalty), sodalite (peace), aventurine and jade (new life), jasper and agate (earth) and a garnet to depict a ‘drop of His blood’. These are mounted within shadow boxes with backgrounds of religious connotations. I will be taking this line of art to a little shop down in Henderson, Louisiana tomorrow. The owner, Jennifer Casanova, is an art lover and she especially loves to offer home-grown Louisiana artwork in her store. If you get a chance, schedule a fly-by and tell her Nancy sent you!
https://www.facebook.com/casanovamarketshops

Bayou Religion

Bayou Religion


Tree of Life

Tree of Life


Word of God Tree of Life

Word of God
Tree of Life

Please don’t forget to pray for peace, ya’ll. The whole world needs your prayers.

And please don’t forget to drop a comment or like this post. I’ve been told when you do that, something really great will happen in your life! ūüėČ And that will make me very happy!

What have I been doing, you ask?


There is more to me than meets the eye… not saying that’s always a good thing…but it has it’s advantages. I’ve shared some of my work outside of writing at the end of this post. I love my life.

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Bwahahahah!

I have renewed enthusiasm concerning my novel, Secrets of the Old Ladies’ Club. One lesson I learned early on about self-publishing is that it’s hard to get the book out there, especially if you cannot afford a marketing package. So you can imagine how excited I was to get a phone call from a group of ladies at the Chamber of Commerce and Tourism in Ville Platte bidding me to come for a cup of coffee. If you are not from Louisiana, let me tell you that when you are invited for coffee by anyone, it’s a sign – a good one. I was so excited about the coffee klatch, even having the tire on my brand new car go flat on the way didn’t discourage me, although I do admit to being nervous for arriving late. Nervous? Not much! I was a basket case. But come to find out, the people I met were awesome and equally as excited as I was. It appeared that my 15 minutes of fame was extended to an entire 16 minutes. They thought they had a celebrity in the house. Who, me? The one who stuttered and had sweaty palms? The one who worried for many an hour about choosing a suitable outfit from my vast array of jeans and tee shirts for this coffee/meeting? Yes, me.

Worrying is pointless and I must re-learn over and over that it accomplishes nothing. The coffee klatch was a success. It started out with me saying a few words about the characters in my book, then, to my relief, the room exploded into hilarity as, one by one, the ladies reported ways in which they identified with my characters. One story shared led to another, and another and before long, all of us were laughing, slapping our knees, and gasping for air until someone passed a box of tissues to mop up the dripping Niagra of tears while we caught our breath. We couldn’t help it. Old ladies are fun.

So to cap it off, I was asked to give a little talk during the Chamber of Tourism dinner, which I did last Wednesday. And to the October Chamber of Commerce dinner coming up. And someone asked me to speak to the Rotary Club. Add to that, the person in charge of ordering books for Evangeline parish (not county, c’mon, we live in Louisiana) informed me that she had ordered copies of my book for every library in the parish. I. am. surprised. And can’t believe how blessed I am. The author of this blog does not ‘do’ social activity well. I break out in hives, blank-outs, and nausea when I meet people I don’t know. Usually. The good news is when I talk about my book, I rarely have to finish a sentence before someone else in the group takes over and within moments everyone is talking and laughing at the same time. That’s what makes it easy. I start, someone else finishes. I just sit back with a smile on my face, nod my head, and have a good time.

Truthfully, I don’t know how it happened that I have gone from 15 minutes of fame to at least 19 minutes now. I just started with some crazy old lady busting out of my head to get her story on paper. Or something like that anyway. If you have ever written a story, you know that the characters come to life in a unique and delightful way. Once you write about them, they move in. They don’t leave. It’s wonderful.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch….

In an earlier post I’ve mentioned that I have a habit of going through what my husband and step-son call ‘phases’, meaning I go off on a tangent with one of my many hobbies until I have come completely undone. It’s fun. To my husband’s surprise, or perhaps disdain, I rather like it.

My latest burst of energy produced some pretty positive results. Here are a few pictures:

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A bold statement-of-faith necklace and a St. Theresa Chaplet prayer beads.

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A one-decade rosary with a locket crucifix, a one decade world peace rosary with a “drop of His blood”

These are listed in my etsy shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ToLoveAlways

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And some five decade tee-tiny little rosaries made for baby’s baptism, or keep one close beside you in your pocket, or give it as the perfect original shower gift.

And these little darlings are not yet listed, but soon…

Oh, and don’t forget to pray for peace, ya’ll. God answers prayers. We wait for His time, but continue our vigil of prayer.

A Swinging Summer!


I love summertime!  Except for the heat.  And the mosquitoes.  It would be perfect except for those.  But in order to enjoy what God gives us for the summertime, we have to endure the not so nice things, too.  Believe me, there is more to enjoy than to simply endure.

The smell РI love the smell of summer.  Have you ever noticed that when the heat is on, the scent of flora and fauna is more intense? (try saying that three times)  And the smell of fresh-cut grass, yummy.  Can you remember the smell of the lake?  The sand and surf?  Did your mama take you to the library in the summer?  I can smell that even now as I type.  And need I mention the delicious scent of BBQ?  The smell of tomato plants?

Something else I’ve¬†attributed¬†to summertime is the fact that there seems to be more wildlife activity.¬†¬† Early in the morning, noisy¬†birds could care less who they wake up with their cackling songs.¬† In the evenings, crickets and cicadas sing you to sleep with droning lullabies.¬† Squirrels come out of hiding, opossums¬†and crafty raccoons¬†ransack garbage cans as armadillos¬†root up your garden.¬† Oh, and don’t forget those cold-blooded snakes slithering onto the hot pavement to warm themselves (run over those suckas!).¬† In the area where I live, it’s not unusual to see the occasional alligator taking a short cut through the yard on the way to the lake.¬† Don’t forget butterflies.¬† They are the best, aren’t they?¬† As a child, I imagined them to be angels, seeing as how they drift and float and delight in the beauty and sweet¬†nectar¬†of summer flowers.¬† I love butterflies.¬† I have a lot of flowers in my gardens and butterflies are everywhere.¬† Summertime butterflies.¬† And speaking of summer time sights – look up, see the night sky filled with heavenly diamonds so much more prevalent this time of year.

Summer noise:  kids splashing in the pool, laughing at the playground in the park, calling to each other while they ride their bikes, the tic-tic-tic of an old sprinkler, lawnmowers.  We used to hear screen doors slamming in the summer, but not anymore.  Now we hear air conditioning units constantly groaning under the oppressive heat that global warming has insured.

Vacation Bible School.¬† Remember that?¬† For a few years now, I’ve volunteered to help out at our church for¬†summer¬†VBS.¬† The thing that’s different about it at this time in my life is that I get to bring my grandchildren with me.¬† Joy!¬† What joy!¬† I love it, although I will ask for your prayers because I’ll have three grandchildren here for 6 days.¬† Lordy, help me.¬† Luckily for me, our VBS¬†director understands my -shall¬†we say-¬†peculiarities and allows me to man the video room.¬† When the lights go out for the dvd show, all of the kids get quiet and I stay calm.¬† LOL!

Summer vacations!  Although I have had very few traveling vacations in my adult life, those that I have had were way over-the-top!  This summer, our vacation took the form of two days, one night in NOLA, that is, New Orleans, Louisiana.  We met up with some very dear friends celebrating their tenth anniversary and, as usual when we get together, we had a great time.  I love NOLA, and though she is a hot city in the summertime, she is the heart of our great state.  What a generous, great lady!

Now for the shameless plug.  If you have followed what I have been doing lately, you know I have learned how to do a little bead weaving.  This is a red and black watch that I put together using the bead weaving technique.

Another bracelet I’ve been working on is a complete five decade, five strand bracelet made out of smokey gray faceted Czech beads, aurora borealis beads, and seed beads.¬† Very fancy.

 

Finally, let me show you a tribute to my fair Louisiana:  A rosary made with linked jasper the color of earth, with bronze Fluer Di Lis Paters, and a special hand-cast bronze center featuring the chalice and host of the Holy Eucharist.

If you would like to see more of my work, visit my etsy shops:

www.etsy.com/shop/nanaspocket

www.etsy.com/shop/ToLoveAlways

Use this coupon code for a great discount at check out:  BLOGFAN1

Please consider rating this blog, sharing it, or dropping a comment for me.¬† I’d really appreciate it!

Welcome to my world!


First of all,¬† I am so honored that you are visiting my blog!¬† As you will see, I have a lot of interests and certainly a lot of opinions.¬† Secondly, I hope to be able to feature, not only my own art, but also other artisans, projects and points of interest that I think the world would like to read about.¬† ‘Cause it’s a big world out there with a lot to experience!¬† Let’s get started:

If you have ever been overwhelmed with life and need a quiet place to get away, please consider Felicia Wiggins’ BandB.¬† It is an adorable place by the name of LeVillage and is located in Eunice, Louisiana.¬† You can view her website here:¬† http://levillagehouse.com/¬† or see her facebook page here:¬† https://www.facebook.com/#!/levillageguesthouse?sk=info¬† LeVillage is a terrific place to unwind and is chock full of personality and charm.¬† In addition,¬† Market Monday is hosted there on the second Monday of each month.¬† It’s a terrific opportunity to load up on a varity of handmade items (including some of my handiwork!) in a wide range of taste.

Now to plug some of my own items:

It’s hunting season here in Louisiana and I wanted to put together a rosary for the faithful that they can identify with.¬† I reasearched St. Hubert, the patron saint of hunters, and found that he was quite a fellow.¬† He was born in the mid 600’s, of noble birth, and apparently had a lot of charm and quite the way with words as he evangelized to the pagans far and wide.¬†¬† A worthy saint, he is also the patron saint of ¬†mathematicians, opticians, and metal workers.¬† He’s a pretty interesting guy.¬† You can read more about him here:¬† http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hubertus.¬† When I made these rosaries, I used either St. Hubert medal or a St. Hubert center connector.¬† Both styles turned out beautiful, if I may say so myself.¬† All to the glory of God.

If you want to see more, go to my etsy shop www.etsy.com/shop/nanaspocket or my dipperly shop http://dipperly.com/LoveAlways

Ya’ll have a great day now, ya hear?!