Tag Archives: patience

Art of Waiting

Finally unpacked the boxes in the basement. Found the glue but not the toolbox.

Mosaic Tile Supplies

Taking that as a sign that I’m suppose to be doing other things sans tools.

“She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover – Amen. 😉

All in Good Time Incense Holder

All in Good Time” Vintage Panda and Bamboo Figurine Mosaic Tile Incense Holder was created with gorgeous black iridescent tile, golden glass gems and ceramic tile is available for sale on our Etsy Shop.

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road blocks and round abouts

after learning how to ship odd-shaped items, to faraway places, by way of Etsy and not losing money, I thought it might be fun to build an online store and sell off my collections … skip ahead hundreds of hours, thinking all systems are go and the infamous one little thing shows up to block a spectacular finish.  it’s all good … I consider that bump in the road as good luck for what’s to come. eventually.

one way or another, it always works out and I only have 110 people ahead of me in line. 🙂

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wait for it © mara lee

Wait For It

I’m in awe of artists that can create everyday.

If I could find that daily inspiration, I’m pretty sure I would too.

Problem is … I can’t force the artist within, I have to coax her, like a lost dog on the street.

For me … there has to be a catalyst and that catalyst has to have friends that want to play nice together.

When they do … Oh, what a feeling 😉 … it has to be better than a runner’s high!

Unfortunately, I can’t seem to run far enough to get inspiration to kick in … it’ll come to me when it’s time and still learning that the joy is in the journey;)

“There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.”
― Lemony Snicket

Go Glue Something

Grandpa of the Year!

Made me giggle …

A woman in a supermarket is following a grandfather and his badly behaved 3- year-old grandson. It’s obvious to her that he has his hands full with the child screaming for sweets in the candy aisle, for biscuits in the bread aisle; and for fruit, cereal and pop in the other aisles.
Meanwhile, Granddad is working his way around, saying in a controlled voice, “Easy, William, we won’t be long . . . easy, boy.”
Another outburst, and she hears the granddad calmly say, “It’s okay, William, just a couple more minutes, and we’ll be out of here. Hang in there, boy.”
At the checkout, the little terror is throwing items out of the cart, and Granddad says again in a controlled voice, “William, William, relax buddy, don’t get upset. We’ll be home in five minutes. Stay cool, William.”
Very impressed, the woman goes outside where the grandfather is loading his groceries and the boy into the car.
She said to the elderly gentleman, “It’s none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I don’t know how you did it.That whole time, you kept your composure, and no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying things would be okay. William is very lucky to have you as his grandpa.”
“Thanks,” said the grandfather, “but I’m William ….the little shit’s name is Kevin.”

Grandchildren are God’s way of compensating us for growing old.  ~Mary H. Waldrip