{Moth on Light Fixture in my House}

John and I always wanted to have our own antique shop. He was going to make bird houses and furniture. I was going to make seashell mirrors and pressed flower pictures and all sorts of things.

He encouraged me to create. He had so much faith in me. Even when I had no faith in myself. John has helped me more than any other person to believe in myself.


I went to a bead shop a few months after he died just to look around. I sat and watched the lady who was working there create this beautiful bracelet. After she was finished I asked her if she would teach me how to make them. She told me that of course she would. It was a slow evening and I was the only one in there, so I sat there and learned how make bracelets and necklaces.

It has soothed me just to create, and has helped soothe the sadness of losing John.

I have taken a big step and opened my own Etsy shop. For all of you out there who have never heard of Etsy. It is a place that sells handmade items and art materials for creating. They are all about the little man.

I will be selling jewelery that I have made. And vintage photos, and many other items that I have created. My shop is to the left of this post, if you have time I would be happy if you checked it out.

I don't have many items listed yet. But will by tomorrow evening.

I would like to send out a big thank you to Dawn, Colette, Robin, Nathalie. Dawn helped me set my shop up. Colette explained many things from how to upload photos, to how pay pal works.

Robin and Nathalie both encouraged me to do my shop.

I have another blog that you can see all of my work at. It is Red Tin Heart Creations, same name as my Etsy Shop. All you have to do is click on my profile and you will see it at the bottom of that page. I have had problems loading some photos on Etsy because the pixels were too big on some of my pictures, so there are a few more things on this site than Etsy.
I hope you get a chance to look at them.


I appreciate you ladies so very much.

And I want to thank all of you who have been here to help me through my loss of John. I really do not know what I would have done without you all.

I wrote this poem a few years ago at the request of my counselor. She asked that I write a poem to the girl I had been. This is it.


I would climb a mountain to set you free from your prison of grief.

An ocean 12,000,000 miles long, I would swim just to see you strong.

I would fly to the moon on wings made of silken threads and risk my life, my limb to set you free from all that's within.

Nita Barrow- Zimmerman

I feel like I have reached a measure of peace within myself, be it small. It is still a gift.