This just made it to the top of my to-do list.

Make your own here.
An amazing answer:
Red is hot and spicy, like standing too close to the fire. Orange is warm and smooth, a velvet curtain heated by the sun. Yellow is buttery and rich, like sunshine on your face. Green is earthy and comforting, the smell of fresh pine needles. Blue is cool and crisp, like dipping your foot in a lake in October. Purple is dark and rich, a baritone sax bellowing jazz. Brown is healing and ancient, the smell of earth on the forest floor.
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Sunday Funday with the hubby means cheddar chive bacon biscuits and turkey meatloaf. Yumtastic.

Over the weekend, I made some outstanding (if I do say so myself) Pear Ginger Scones and a tutorial to add to my collection on How to Reuse it Creatively.

If you have a pile of old t-shirts hanging around, check out the tutorial here for a creative way to make a t-shirt necklace.

I bought myself a Christmas present this year. That hasn’t happened in a while. That’s a good thing because this year’s present was fairly expensive. I’ve re-discovered my passion (more like obsession) with photography in the last several months. For that reason, I thought I’d reward myself with a new camera so that the world could begin to see what I see in higher quality. Mostly, it’s a reward for getting over myself.
You forget that you had to learn how to hold a camera until you get a new one. The buttons are in a different place, the weight is not the same. It feels bulky and wrong. But, at the same time it feels so right. It’s scary and new and exciting and I can’t wait to take hundreds of horrible images as I slowly discover a rhythm with my new friend.
Its about time I take my passion a bit more seriously. It’s amazing that I believed more in myself as a photographer when I was 14 years old than I did in the last 5 years. It feels good to be reaching back in time to that girl that just had to have her camera with her and didn’t know any other way to speak to the world except through photographs.
Today I am declaring that I am an artist and that I am and will continue to be successful in that vein of my life. Thanks to Maeg Yosef over at Scoute Girl for reminding me that on of the most important steps to being an artist is declaring yourself one and really living in that name, title, idea, lifestyle, whatever. You have to believe it first, than you can make it happen.
I love this part:
Not speaking your desires is a violence to yourself.
It’s dangerous.
Not only for your dreams and wants, but for your creativity.
If I can’t say what I want for dinner, then how can I possibly put a bold brushstroke on the page?
If I can’t name how I’d like to spend an afternoon, then how can I lay down the lines of a brave poem?
If I can’t state my dreams out loud, then how can I create the framework to make them happen?
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