cards and cats

My Texas Momma is an incredibly talented woman. Theatre company owner and thespian, artist, author and all-around wonderful lady. She also does business cards in her down time haha.

I am in the middle of a lot of changes, including the change of my business name. I am/was "Eye Of The Beadholder", and the name has been good to me, but it is the name of another woman in another time. Now, I am "Desert Heart Beads", or I will be when I make it to the Oakland County Courthouse in Pontiac to change it. Here are the card she came up with this time around:

The Punk Rock Beader Girl look:


The Simple Desert Beader Girl look:


The Earthy Desert Beader Girl look:



The Funky Sweet Desert Beader Girl look:

The heart becomes a magnet...how flippin' cool is that, I ask you lol???

`

Each of them have this poem on them:

`

My heart beats with the desert:

the warm red earth

the golden chamisa

the green paloverde

and the big blue sky

Reaching right up into the hands of God

`

and on the back it says:

`

My heart beads with the desert.

`

All of this: the name, the poem, all of it, came from a woman who knows me better than I do. Someone who filled the hole left behind when my mom passed away. It says what I have been trying to say for a long long time. Momma Wiley is my angel and I love her very much. Oh, and Poppy ain't so bad either .

`

`

I have mentioned our new kitten, Mickey Zander, and his upheavel of the reign of one Ms. Muffin Top, queen cat. Last night, I gave Mickey some milk, and from around a blind corner came a Muffin Top, who proceeded to jump up and join MZ in his dairy delight:
`

`
After this precious moment, Muffin noticed I was looking, looked at Mickey, growled and jumped back down. Apparently, she doesn't want anyone to know that she is taking a shine to the newbie. We'll just keep it our little secret.
`
Last but not least, the saga of "what the f%$@ is happening to me" is over as far as I am concerned. After blood tests and x-rays and an ultrasound last week, I have heard nothing, and my doctor believes in the "if I don't call you ain't nothing wrong" philosophy. I will just deal with it until the next "attack" and start it over from there. C'est la vie.
`
Off to teach my wee ones. We are doing Shakespeare, maps, math, early American civilization, and whatever else strikes my fancy :).
`
Have a lovely one my gentle readers.
`
\IiiI