Box of Hope n' Dreams and a snowball...

I started the day, making blueberry muffins; Yes, they are freshly dusted with flour...snowed is what my kids call it.  I felt, as the day, progressed, my plans turned into the snowball that rolled down the hill.    Oh, yes the muffins came out yummy.
(a favorite on a snow day)  

 I like my muffins, blue, with more nutmeg, then cinnamon and a splash of vanilla extract.

 The past couple of days, I have been making items for a challenge.  I have wanted to submit items for years, but moving or something distracted me.  Mainly lack of courage was my biggest excuse.
   This time, even though the doubt fairy sat on my shoulder, I brushed her off and continued onward.   Everything was organized in my mind, but quickly became, like the snowball that ran downhill.  I couldn't find some items I had tucked away.   My sewing machine had a few glitches, lost a few items...piles of paper, ribbon, paint in a corner, chaos in-sued.  My plan didn't work, had to refab another idea.  Tag all my items, print out directions of how I made things and then the fun of wrapping it uniquely and finding just the right box.  Foam peanuts soon were dumped in another pile, as the ball continue to roll, bigger and bigger(mess).    The doubt fairy continued to nag me, so did the dog, begging for his walk and my daughter started asking, "When are we going to go shopping?".   I thought, it would be easier to quit, give it up...but NO, I couldn't too much time, energy and dreams invested.   So here is my snowball(s).   I always think snow is magical, the memories it evokes, my childhood growing up in New England,  making homemade ice cream.   We used rock salt n' snow, instead of crushing ice.
Snow reminds me of muffins, magic, and  memories in the making.  Hoping that my snowball will be more than a day of chaos, but perhaps published.  A tiny sign, I am going in the right direction....if not, I will try, try, again....(I hope you will, too)

a peek at my snowballs

It has been so hot n' humid here this week.  It seems late summer in the south is so hot and dangerous, we call it Blizzard weather. We are inside more!