How quickly time flies by.
We all hear the grown-ups say that when we're kids and we think their crazy - it's an eternity waiting for the school day to be over, to be excused from the dinner table so we can run back outside to play during the long summer days or for the boring trip to the grocery store with Mom to finally get to the part where you can put your quarter in the gumball machine and get a prize!
When you're young life stretches out before you seemingly without end. Then you grow up, get married, have a couple of kids and one day you turn around and wonder where your life has gone.
My baby girl turns 13 today! Wasn't she just a tiny helpless infant smiling up at me?! It's all a blur.
Seth over at The Altered Page has invited/challenged art bloggers to go into the depths of their blogs and dig for buried treasure. Each participant was asked to repost one (or more) of their favorite posts from their blog.
The post I've selected is from Sept. 17th, 2007 and very aptly named:
I love miniatures - I really admire handcrafted pieces filled with detail. I've tried my hand at making a few tiny treasures over the years. I want to show you one I made for my sister Beth - she has recently lent it back to me so that I could take a few pics.
I gave her a necklace consisting of a chinese lantern and a few glass beads on a leather cord. Tucked inside the lantern are the details of a wonderful story I found in the magazine Awake! It's a story of a girl, raised in China, who was given away at 3 yrs. of age because her family was too poor to feed her. The family who took her in put her to work in their rice paddies and she never went to school. When she was of age she was given, in an arranged marriage, to a man who owned a Chinese Restaurant in the U.S. where she was expected to be a "charming and gracious" hostess. She bore 7 children in a little over 9 years and soon after, suffering from exhaustion and seeing no way out, she had a "breakdown" and tryed to take her life. She was rushed to the hospital though and recovered. From here the story takes an amazing upward turn as a kind, white-haired lady comes into her restaurant, The Red Dragon . . .
Inside this nutshell version I included a book containing her life story (complete with pockets containing pictures and letters from her life), a menu from The Red Dragon (as I imagine it to have been), a small folded paper fan, 2 tiny Fortune Cookies (with "fortunes" giving clues to the outcome of the story) and a little doll I made from wood beads.