Thank you to everyone who has told me you'll be making Valentines for the girls at Hope Unlimited for Children. (Some of you have already started!) Others of you plan to gather friends and make it an "event." Bless you! Don't know about the Valentine Project? Check it out HERE. One of you wrote with a request: Would you kindly let your fellow bloggers know that the coming 'heart day' is ST. Valentine's Day; not just Valentine's Day ... no one would say Happy Patrick's Day when it is well known as ST. PATRICK'S DAY. She is absolutely correct that Valentine was a saint like Patrick ... and absolutely correct that most of us (myself included) tend to shorten the name of "heart day" to ... Keep Reading...
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Growing Up Valentine: Rites of Passage
All around Blogland (and in the "real" world, too) I've been seeing Valentines. You, too? It's that time of year! As I worked this week, I thought about Valentines Day and my own growing up years. I suppose my earliest memory is of giving Valentines to my friends at school. The list of friends' names that the teacher sent home ... and addressing a card for everyone in the class. Decorating a shoe box with a slit in it to serve as a "mail box" for collecting the Valentines. You, too, perhaps? Hearts and Cupid became favorite "early" Valentine themes ... And the conversation hearts were always fun! I stopped buying them when I stopped knowing what half of the sayings meant! (I know. ... Keep Reading...
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This Non-traditional Table: Is It Your Style?
Thursday again already? I knew it was going to be a busy week at My Place, but boy has it flown by! Besides all of that busy-ness, I've been blessed with a visit from Little Man and his Mommy ... with more company coming in tonight ... so I haven't had time to tablescape this week. Instead, I'm going to share with you a very non-traditional table. I'm curious if it's your style ... or not. Here's the setting: I'm running errands in Knoxville, an hour away from home. It's lunchtime, and I'm on my own ... but I don't like eating in public by myself. Something about sitting at a table all alone feeling conspicuous. So instead, I stay in my car and eat lunch in a parking lot ... only to ... Keep Reading...
