Kelsey Goes To Pennsylvania

Hello everyone and sorry for not writing in awhile.  We are doing some fixing up and painting in the home and it takes up a lot of my personal time that I would have for painting.  But I have kept ideas that are rolling around in  my head all the time, of things I want to paint next, so I will be starting those soon.  I will post the beginnings of these when  I get going here. I am even thinking of putting a calendar together this year, hopefully by September, of most of my paintings.  I will most likely sell these on my Etsy store and at Pebbles and Lace in Strasburg, Pa.

This leads me to my title…Kelsey goes to Pennsylvania.  Kelsey and her friend have wanted to go to Pa. since we have been going as a family for so long, but wasn’t able to  these past two years because of her schedule. She decided she was going in July and didn’t want to wait until my husband and I go in August. She had the greatest time and purposely stopped in to Pebbles and Lace in Strasburg, to not only check out the shop she has heard so much of at home, but to meet the owner and say hello! And that’s just what she did! She went up and waited for the owner, Becky, to be finished with a customer, and then she introduced herself. Becky was so glad to see her (I had told her that Kelsey may stop in on her trip) and she hugged her and brought her over to my art prints, etc.  They had  great conversation and Kelsey bought a wallet,  but Becky said she just had to take a picture of her holding one of my pillows in front of my cards and prints before she left!  And so here it is! So stop into Pebbles and Lace if you get a chance to go to Lancaster.  It’s a beautiful shop!

She had a great time, and of course who wouldn’t!  But she is coming home today and bringing gifts (YAY!) to many.  I can’t wait to see her and go over everything she did on her trip.

Well, I will write again soon and hopefully I will have some sketches to show you all.  Take care until next time!  Cheryl


Kelsey at Pebbles and Lace, Strasburg,Pa


Caitlin, A Pastel Painting Of My Daughter

This is a pastel painting I just completed of my other daughter, Caitlin.  It was from a photo session we took in my backyard of her looking at flowers and such.  I liked the pose so much, I had wanted to do this for such a long time.  It was great for practice.  She had blonder hair when we did this, and she has dark hair now, which is why she is brunette in the painting.

My Daughter, Caitlin

My Daughter, Caitlin

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Portrait of my daughter, Kelsey

I have been wanting to try my hand at portraits of my own kids, since I have so many pictures of them I can choose from.  I figured this would be great practice while I come up with more picture of angels, amish children or other paintings for my portfolio.  So here is Kelsey.  I just love her profile….she looks like she belongs in the victorian era.  I would love to try her in a large victorian hat!  My other daughter Caitlin, looks like she could have been from the 1940’s.  I am going to do her next and you will see what I mean.  But for now, here is Kelsey.  Hope you like it.Image 

The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far

Okay, this is going to be a little different.  I just came across my journal that I had written thoughts in of my children and how they are growing up so fast.  There are also writings about my mother and father, and how their passing away had affected me at the time . These entries were  mostly written back in the 1990’s.  There are even some poems from my teen years in this journal!  

I think I will be “brave” and share some with you now, and also in future posts.  Yes, I will be brave!

My mother passed away on March 4, 1993 at 54 years of age of complications from cancer.  Patrick was only 2 and Caitlin (her 1st grandaughter) was only 6 months old.  Knowing they would probably not remember her, and that she really didn’t get to spend more time with them, made it much more difficult. 

Anyway, this poem ,or writing, is sort of a sudden realization of how we were so much alike.  It actually happened as I wrote it.  Here goes:

This writing is titled “The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far”.

*Somewhere, in the deep, darkness-far,far away,

A woman sits at her kitchen table.

It’s my mother, chewing on a fingernail and pondering what to write next.

The writing tablet lies there, anticipating the pens next scratches.

A page is half written.

What is she writing?  Thoughts? A letter to a pen pal far away?  A poem perhaps.

The table sits in total disarray.

There are papers and bills, keys and mementos from past occasions that she’s kept forever-much too precious to throw away.

Her steaming cup of tea is her only company-and she ponders -and she writes .

Look around the dimly lit kitchen.

Cupboard doors are left ajar.  Country Cows and assorted tins and things are hanging on walls and sitting on shelves.

This is her domain – her place to let her thoughts wander and be set free.

Her time…she can’t waste precious time.

And isn’t it funny.

I notice as I’m sitting here, I am pondering and writing.

It’s late at night, and my tea is sitting next to me – steaming.

It’s quiet and still.

This is my time. I have to write.  It keeps me sane.

My mind is cluttered too much during the day.

I write letters, thoughts and poems.

The light is dim and shining on my country cows and assorted tins,

and suddenly I realize how much I am just like my mother.

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”, I remember, and I’m wondering if my daughters will follow suit.

It somehow makes me feel comfortable knowing I’m so much like my mother – and I can’t waste precious time as well.

For time waits for no one.

Not even for beautiful people like my mother.

Love you, Mom.   😦 Cheryl