I've discovered that if I feel obligated to blog every day (M-F), I spend my mornings scrambling around looking for something to blog about, and thus, less time actually working on projects and other things I should be doing with my time, which results in less to show you and less to blog about (you see, it's a vicious cycle). Then I wind up writing about things that this blog is NOT about (which is better left to other blogs that ARE about those things), or worse - just rambling about myself and my little quirks and struggles (and trust me, you probably don't have the time or the desire to hear about all of that - gag!).
So from now on, I'll be back to my original sporadic blogging, and hopefully, I'll have more to show for myself. (And it will help when I'm through with these top-secret projects I'm working on - because I can't even show you what I've been up to this week! Don't want to ruin any surprises.... but don't worry, you'll see them eventually...) So since you can't see my projects, today you can see my little tribute to Valentine's Day decor, such as it is... and hopefully next week, I'll be back with some artsy goodness to show you! So, have a...
♥ Happy Valentine's Day...♥
My little "conversation heart" box and rose petals are dressing up my dining room shelves...
And I've got some little hearts hanging on my dining room windows...
(Yes, we've still got snow here... sigh. I'm SO ready for spring and having warm feet again... Can we please turn the global warming back on??? ;))
♥ Have a lovely weekend...♥
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.
♥ ♥ ♥ I Corinthians 13 ♥ ♥ ♥