tidings of comfort

There are days in this fast paced world when I am reminded of what it is I should truly value. Of love and happiness. Of finding joy and beauty even in the most darkest of places, and in the most trying of times. It is all there if you look hard enough, though sometimes it is easier to see after time has passed.

On the surface it might seem shallow to admit that I also value things. Material goods. Stuff. But like the collars from our boys and our ever expanding collection of vintage doxie stuff, sometimes things are all we have left to connect us with that which we have lost. Things can transcend their inanimate status and help us remember, and help soothe an aching heart. Things sometimes help where words cannot.




Since offering my crafty ventures to the world I've humbly come to realize I am not alone, and I am honored by those who choose my work to help them remember and heal. A small tiding of comfort, to connect us with those no longer with us, whom we hold dear.

For the families of dearly departed Chili, of Emma, of Tippi, of Stretch, of Tigger, and for families of all our beloved pets who will not be with us this holiday season, my best and warmest of hugs.