<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:43:46.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Wild Things</title><subtitle type='html'>A glimpse into one busy mom's world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-5844935416507290004</id><published>2010-11-07T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T08:54:30.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yet Another One</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/member/origwldthg/hushabye_rejects.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I will admit that this quilt is far beyond my skill set but I just can't help but love it.  I am inspired yet again by the skills of a quilter.  Oh, I really want to make this.....in time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-5844935416507290004?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5844935416507290004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=5844935416507290004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5844935416507290004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5844935416507290004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-yet-another-one.html' title='Oh Yet Another One'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-7957503926963971996</id><published>2010-11-04T18:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:16:21.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To My Roots</title><content type='html'>I have been making clothing and accessories for so long I only have faint memories of quilting. All of the time spent cutting, piecing and sewing were all but forgotten. And then it all came flooding back to me when I laid eyes on two quilts that have now moved to the top of my "I must make this" list. &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- YOUR IMAGE(S) URL CODE STARTS HERE --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/member/origwldthg/lawnchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ADD TEXT BELOW FOR IMAGE URL ABOVE. CLICK POP UP --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, oh yes, I must make this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-7957503926963971996?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7957503926963971996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=7957503926963971996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7957503926963971996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7957503926963971996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-to-my-roots.html' title='Back To My Roots'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-4674037987771562198</id><published>2010-09-10T11:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:26:27.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me Back</title><content type='html'>Okay, I will admit I have been out of the fabric loop for sometime now.  I have been almost a year working on a new design space(that was only supposed to take 2 months I might add).  All of the machines have come back from getting the tune-ups, my supplies are put away, the walls covered in a buttery yellow and the kids are all in school(visual=doing the happy dance).  All systems are ready now I just need to create.  This of course would mean fabric shopping.  Hubby tells me I have more than enough.  Ladies, is there every really enough:)  I have taken a gander at the new Moda and Michael Miller lines.  Ugh.  I have to see if I can get the UPS driver to drop my boxes in a hidden location.  Well maybe I will just say they are Christmas presents.  I shop early so this might be belivable.  I know most of you have had that feeling in the pit of your stomache wondering how or where you will hid your latest purchases.  (You know who you are)  I think I must set a goal of making atleast one new set for each fabric delivery.  Now, off to check out the new Free Spirit lines.  I will let you know what I find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-4674037987771562198?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4674037987771562198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=4674037987771562198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/4674037987771562198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/4674037987771562198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2010/09/hold-me-back.html' title='Hold Me Back'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-3267351512018878999</id><published>2010-08-17T18:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:53:18.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I LOVE YouTube!!!</title><content type='html'>You can find just about anything on YouTube.  I have so many interests.  I am one of those creative types that plateaus every so often so must try a new hobby to get my creativity going again.  I think YouTube is such a great place to start or investigat the potential for picking up yet another addictive creative endevor.  My latest spark of interest lies in textile design.  Now that is not to say that I desire to become the next Sandi Henderson, although daydreams may take me there.  I just like to know how they do it.  Maybe I just like to know that I could do it too:)&lt;P&gt; &lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/CSqkVdo4hcU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/CSqkVdo4hcU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-3267351512018878999?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3267351512018878999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=3267351512018878999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3267351512018878999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3267351512018878999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-i-love-youtube.html' title='Oh I LOVE YouTube!!!'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-2438949202877239505</id><published>2010-03-22T11:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:36:25.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope, They Don't Get It!</title><content type='html'>I have never been much of an outspoken person. A quiet observer would more describe me. Until now. I would like to think I am a smart girl with a good head on my shoulders. I have voted(registered independent), written to my local government reps and tried to teach my kids to live morally and responsibly. And look what has happened. I am now becoming part of a movement. A group of people who are sick and tired of just to much. I am tired of this government, federal and state, just taking more and more. When does it stop? I have had enough. When my kids have to go without to pay taxes. Look, I am all for paying my fair share. So should EVERYBODY else! This is my wish list: &lt;P&gt;(Senators Snowe and Collins are you reading this?)1.No more bailouts/let them fail -my kids can't afford all of this spending!&lt;P&gt;2.Reform Welfare and Social Security-reward work/effort don't promote laziness.&lt;P&gt;3.Reform education/End teachers unions-give teachers what they need to do their jobs well, reward their efforts and lets get these kids educated&lt;P&gt;4.No govern't health care-The govn't hasn't successfully run anything. What makes you thing they can do this!&lt;P&gt;5.Ban lobbyist-please, do I really need to defend this one?&lt;P&gt;6.Term limits-none of these jokers are worth more than 2 terms. &lt;P&gt;7.Flat tax for ALL.  Everybody should chip in.&lt;p&gt;8.No amnesty-get our borders taken care of.&lt;P&gt;9.Enough with global warming for now-let's get the economy fixed&lt;P&gt;10.Finally, could we cut budgets. Yes it will sting but it is an important thing to do. Didn't your parents ever teach you that if you want something save your allowance to get it. You can't spend money you don't have. I know more will come to me as the days go by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-2438949202877239505?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2438949202877239505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=2438949202877239505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2438949202877239505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2438949202877239505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/nope-they-dont-get-it.html' title='Nope, They Don&apos;t Get It!'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-449257892364724061</id><published>2010-02-11T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:39:39.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Heck??</title><content type='html'>Wallpaper..........why does there have to be wallpaper in every room?   I have been soaking, steaming and scrapping wallpaper since Saterday.  I have finally finished the first wall.  Three more to go.  The 80's were bad enough without adding wallpaper.  The color even makes me think of the 80's.  Might as well put on Duran Duran and put some Aquanet in my hair.  Thanks for letting me vent my blogger friends.  Hopefully I will have good news on the "removal" front for you soon.  Good night for now.  ~Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-449257892364724061?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/449257892364724061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=449257892364724061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/449257892364724061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/449257892364724061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-heck.html' title='What The Heck??'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-2996634426682543237</id><published>2010-02-09T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:24:55.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A young physician by the name of Dr. Starner Jones wrote this short two-paragraph letter to the White House accurately puts the blame on a "Culture Crisis" insteadof a "Health Care Crisis". It's worth a quick read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President: &lt;p&gt;During my shift in the Emergency Room last night, I had the pleasure of evaluating a patient whose smile revealed an expensive shiny gold tooth, whose body was adorned with a wide assortment of elaborate and costly tattoos, who wore a very expensive brand of tennis shoes and who chatted on a new cellular telephone equipped with a popular R&amp;amp;B ringtone. While glancing over her patient chart, I happened to notice that her payer status was listed as "Medicaid"!During my examination of her, the patient informed me that she smokes more than one costly pack of cigarettes every day and somehow still has money to buy pretzels and beer. And, you and our Congress expect me to pay for this woman's health care? I contend that our nation's "health care crisis" is not the result of a shortage of quality hospitals, doctors or nurses. Rather, it is the result of a "crisis of culture", aculture in which it is perfectly acceptable to spend money on luxuries and vices while refusing to take care of one's selfor, heaven forbid, purchase health insurance. It is a culture based in the irresponsible credo that "I can do whatever I want to because someone else will always take care of me". Once you fix this "culture crisis" that rewards irresponsibility and dependency, you'll be amazed at how quickly our nation's health care difficulties will disappear. Respectfully, STARNER JONES, MD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-2996634426682543237?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2996634426682543237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=2996634426682543237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2996634426682543237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2996634426682543237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-physician-by-name-of-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-3103927103612698811</id><published>2010-01-29T11:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:57:39.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Only A Matter Of Time</title><content type='html'>'til I lost my very own sewing room. My kids are getting bigger and needed their own space. Bye Bye fantastic room. Room painted optimistic yellow. Gone are the days spent amongst the most fabulous collection of fabrics and patterns. Hello dark, uncreative days. Oh, how I long to be locked away in my own little piece of heaven. Alas, don't shed a tear for me yet. Hubby and I have managed to eek out a little space for me which will be converted into a room. Plenty of natural light, storage and space for each of my machines. Oh happy day, happy day! There is a lot of work to be done to get this ready. I do mean A LOT!!!!!!!! I am eager with nail gun in hand to get things rolling. Hopefully I will be back in business soon with wonderful, fantastic creations to show you. See you soon blogging friends.   I will keep you posted.  ~ME :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-3103927103612698811?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3103927103612698811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=3103927103612698811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3103927103612698811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3103927103612698811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-only-matter-of-time.html' title='It Was Only A Matter Of Time'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-3176286198450846954</id><published>2009-10-20T16:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:53:31.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Enough to Eat</title><content type='html'>This set is just about sweet enough to eat. Made for the Haute Couture launch on ebay it was inspired by snowmen, holiday parties and the fun colors.  I don't know what I love more about this fabic, the colors or the s'mores? The colors are very fun and festive while the print just screams holiday celebrations. I just have to say thank you to both Monica and Alia for such cute, cute photographs.  &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/users/origwldthg/hcsmores/snow1a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-3176286198450846954?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3176286198450846954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=3176286198450846954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3176286198450846954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3176286198450846954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-enough-to-eat.html' title='Good Enough to Eat'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-7307394999592191492</id><published>2009-09-08T17:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:39:57.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=160361049874" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/users/origwldthg/kyla/k2.jpg" width="600" height="800" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=160361049874" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/users/origwldthg/kyla/k5.jpg" width="600" height="800" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/users/origwldthg/kyla/collagekyla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how utterly awesome these photographs are!!  Thank you Michelle and Kyla for these fantastic photographs!  Absolutely Stunning:)&lt;br /&gt;~Christy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-7307394999592191492?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7307394999592191492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=7307394999592191492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7307394999592191492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7307394999592191492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-8690930431970500655</id><published>2009-09-04T08:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:29:40.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Does A Mother Get Her Mind Back???</title><content type='html'>See, I used to be one of those girls that could remember things from years ago. I could grocery shop with out a list and come back with everything I had needed. Christmas lists, daily tasks and even birthdays for everyone in my extended family were easy to remember. No one told me that each time you have a child you loose a piece of your mind. You hear stories of love and happiness but none of feeling like you suffer from early onset Alzheimer's. I have 3 beautiful children. With each one my thoughts have gotten more jumbled. My memory is on the fritz. I have days where I feel I am lucky to have remembered to bring all 3 of the kids home from the grocery store let alone all of the things on my list. I have to jot down lists and make little notes to myself to remember play dates and school functions. Pretty soon I am going to be that crazy lady with yellow post-it notes all over the house with no idea what any of them are for. Are my brain cells just in hiding until the kids are grown and the coast is clear? That way I will go into old age without any memories of the full orange juice container spilled on the floor or the full pack of gum left in a pair of jeans that melted all over my clothes in the dryer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladies please tell me is there any hope for my condition? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-8690930431970500655?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8690930431970500655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=8690930431970500655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/8690930431970500655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/8690930431970500655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-does-mother-get-her-mind-back.html' title='When Does A Mother Get Her Mind Back???'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-5031049809390084181</id><published>2009-07-28T11:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:00:22.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The Sun</title><content type='html'>I am sorry.  Sorry that I have neglected my posting.  I have no excuse other than 3 kids out of school during an abnormally rainy summer.  Yikes!  I have gotten to the point of trying to sew while they demolish the house.  I have almost become deaf to the sounds of rough housing and the occasional screams of "MOOOOOM".  Thank goodness the sun has finally come out.  Right after breakfast it was outside with the beasties.  Don't worry, I will let them back in for food but other than that I shant see them until naptime.  Ah, life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-5031049809390084181?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5031049809390084181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=5031049809390084181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5031049809390084181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5031049809390084181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-comes-sun.html' title='Here Comes The Sun'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-1412895186957962990</id><published>2009-06-19T10:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:33:01.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just About At My Boiling Point</title><content type='html'>Look, we all know that this government is destroying this county. We all know that they are going to keep on doing what they want no matter what the voters say. They are crazy living in this tainted bubble with no real clue what goes on in the everyday lives of the citizens of this country. I have tried, really tried to behave and not get to political. It can be a really touchy subject. But I think Barbara Boxer has finally pushed me to the point of wanting to get the entire congress thrown out and to start over. &lt;br /&gt;In a clip on the radio this morning she was questioning a Brigadier General. In his response he referred to her as Ma'am. Common military practice. She interrupted him mid-sentence and demanded that she be addressed as Senator because she had worked hard for the title. Are you kidding me??????? I am including a copy of the email that I have sent. Please. If there is anyone out there that finds this ridiculous send a not to her at the link below my note. Feel free to cut and paste my text if you wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start by saying that I am a US citizen, woman and voter.  I have tried to stay above the fray, treating others with respect and behaving in a dignified fashion.  I have been an avid supporter of women in politics.  For the first time in my life I am writing to a politician to say you should be ashamed of yourself.  To interupt a person speaking, let alone a Brig. General, to correct his address of you is childish, rude and very arrogant.  You may have earned the title of Senator my dear but I would be willing to bet not with the same energy and commitment that the man whom you corrected earned his.  SHAME ON YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://boxer.senate.gov/contact/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video link to Boxer's ego&lt;br /&gt;http://www.breitbart.tv/html/362923.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-1412895186957962990?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1412895186957962990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=1412895186957962990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1412895186957962990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1412895186957962990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-about-at-my-boiling-point.html' title='Just About At My Boiling Point'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-2559034035223809014</id><published>2009-06-17T16:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:06:14.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This One is for the Boys</title><content type='html'>Alright, alright.  I know I have been stalling on the boys sets.  It's my fault I know.  I can't help it.  The fabrics for boys are just not that inspiring to me.  Well that was until I got my hands on this fantastic dragon fabric.  I must admit I did enjoy doing this set.  Yes even the dragon applique by hand.  I just may have to do more sets for little boys.  Now to let my son know he doesn't get to keep it......Sorry Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/users/origwldthg/boys/j12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-2559034035223809014?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2559034035223809014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=2559034035223809014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2559034035223809014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2559034035223809014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-one-is-for-boys.html' title='This One is for the Boys'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-2516816884249211463</id><published>2009-06-09T12:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:39:28.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The Attitude</title><content type='html'>Holy Heck.  Didn't see that coming.  One day she is my sweet mini-me and the next my girl has morphed into "The Attitude".  We are entering the tween phase of our relationship and things are getting off to a relatively easy start.  So far a few rolled eyes and drawn-out sighs are what I am graced to receive.  I am sure it won't end here.  All I can say is buckle up baby we are in for a bumpy ride.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/users/origwldthg/bmcd/fm4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-2516816884249211463?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2516816884249211463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=2516816884249211463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2516816884249211463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2516816884249211463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-comes-attitude.html' title='Here Comes The Attitude'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-3145351337511657908</id><published>2009-05-24T08:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:49:36.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions - Decisions</title><content type='html'>Boy this economy is not being very cooperative.  It was all part of the plan to keep on growing my business so that when all 3 kids were finally in school for full days I would have a source of income.  Something that would allow me to be at home for them and still maintain my duties in our families "real" business.  I am at a point that a new computer is going to be needed.  It is also time to start buying those holiday fabrics for this coming season.  I know, I know.  It seems to early to be thinking of this but it will take me some time to get sets completed.  I keep weighing the options.  I have to tell you, even though there are times when I want to bang my head on the keyboard because the screen is frozen, I am more tempted and drawn to some of the fantastic lines coming out.  REALLY tempted.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;!-- YOUR IMAGE(S) URL CODE STARTS HERE --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/member/origwldthg/funkychristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-size:pt" face="" color=""&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ADD TEXT BELOW FOR IMAGE URL ABOVE. CLICK POP UP --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- YOUR IMAGE(S) URL CODE STARTS HERE --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/member/origwldthg/Lil_Princess_Bnr.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-size:pt" face="" color=""&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ADD TEXT BELOW FOR IMAGE URL ABOVE. CLICK POP UP --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- YOUR IMAGE(S) URL CODE STARTS HERE --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/member/origwldthg/mezzanine_20banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-size:pt" face="" color=""&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ADD TEXT BELOW FOR IMAGE URL ABOVE. 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CLICK POP UP --&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Decisions, decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-3145351337511657908?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3145351337511657908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=3145351337511657908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3145351337511657908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3145351337511657908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions - Decisions'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-5080688072481861964</id><published>2009-05-08T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:08:14.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>I am so thrilled that summer is here.  I love making summer dresses and play sets.  this is my latest creation.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/users/origwldthg/fcbm/fc7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I had a broken down member of my sewing "fleet" this week.  My new machine was down for a week and now I am behind schedule and working to catch up.  All of the new holiday fabrics are coming out so I need to sew my fingers to the bone to get summer sets finished.  I LOVE the latest Halloween fabrics.  Just wait.  I think you will too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-5080688072481861964?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5080688072481861964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=5080688072481861964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5080688072481861964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5080688072481861964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-2899707139610229085</id><published>2009-04-18T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:33:59.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything But What I Should Be Doing....</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true.  I am somewhat of a procrastinator at times.  This week I should be sewing my fingers to the bone.  Alas, it is just not meant to be.  The weather has finally gotten better.  My kids are out of school for the week.  I just can't seem to get myself into the mood to do what I "have" to do instead of what I "want" to do.  But since I am not going to do what I should be doing.  I will show you what I have found while doing anything else but what I need to do.  (Confused yet?)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=" http://nicolemdesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3464/3378336507_3956110136.jpg?v=0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Go ahead, click the link.  You know you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-2899707139610229085?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2899707139610229085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=2899707139610229085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2899707139610229085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2899707139610229085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/anything-but-what-i-should-be-doing.html' title='Anything But What I Should Be Doing....'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-896827662503264623</id><published>2009-04-15T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:32:32.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tea Party Day</title><content type='html'>I have never been much of an outspoken person. A quiet observer would more describe me. Until now. I would like to think I am a smart girl with a good head on my shoulders. I have voted(registered independent), written to my local government reps and tried to teach my kids to live morally and responsibly. And look what has happened. I am now becoming part of a movement. A group of people who are sick and tired of just to much. I am tired of this government, federal and state, just taking more and more. When does it stop? I have had enough. When my kids have to go without to pay taxes. Look, I am all for paying my fair share. So should EVERYBODY else! This is my wish list: (Senators Snowe and Collins are you reading this?)&lt;br /&gt;1.No more bailouts/let them fail if-my kids can't afford your spending!&lt;br /&gt;2.Reform Welfare and Social Security-reward work not laziness.&lt;br /&gt;3.Reform education/End teachers unions-lets get these kids educated&lt;br /&gt;4.No govrn't health care-The govn't hasn't successfully run anything. What makes you thing they can do this!&lt;br /&gt;5.Ban lobbyist-please, do I really need to defend this one?&lt;br /&gt;6.Term limits-none of these jokers are worth more than 2 terms. &lt;br /&gt;7.Flat tax for ALL.&lt;br /&gt;8.No amnesty-get our borders taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;9.Enough with global warming for now-let's get the economy fixed&lt;br /&gt;10.Finally, could we cut budgets. Yes it will sting but it is an important thing to do. Didn't your parents ever teach you that if you want something save your allowance to get it. You can't spend money you don't have.  &lt;br /&gt;I know more will come to me as the days go by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-896827662503264623?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/896827662503264623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=896827662503264623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/896827662503264623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/896827662503264623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-tea-party-day.html' title='Happy Tea Party Day'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-2582265446464293904</id><published>2009-04-11T08:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:15:49.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>I am trying so desperately to slow down on my fabric purchases.  How am I supposed to do that when Michael Miller, Moda and other fabric manufactures keep coming out with this:&lt;center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/users/origwldthg/bot-camp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and this&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/users/origwldthg/happytones03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I know there are thousands, if not millions of you out there that know what I mean.  I am one step short of putting the charge cards on ice.  Although I suppose that won't matter.  I have one word.......Paypal:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-2582265446464293904?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2582265446464293904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=2582265446464293904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2582265446464293904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2582265446464293904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-2440126518485490892</id><published>2009-04-11T07:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:54:10.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When?</title><content type='html'>As is my normal routine every morning, I was checking my mail while enjoying a cup of tea.  One thing I came across was a forward from a group member about growing up in the 70's. This led me to stop and ponder my childhood for a minute.  How fantastic was that time?  Not a care.  My sisters and I would ride in the back of my Dad's pickup while eating ice cream.  We rode our bikes without a helmet.  Not a thought to saturated fats, red dye 40 or to much tv.  There were no computers or video games.  Saterday mornings were devoted to sitting in front of the tv watching all of the best cartoons.  Smurfs, Bugs Bunny, The Muppet Show and Superman(remember the Wondertwins "Wondertwins power-activate)were the cartoons of the day.  Lunches would include Wonder bread, Velveeta and marshmallow fluff.  In nice weather we were thrown out of the house after breakfast and would not go back in until it was dark.  We could wander the woods and investigate along the railroad tracks.  Everybody knew who you were in town.  The world changed.  I know it is all relative.  My kids won't have the experience to compare the 70's to the year 2000.  That makes it a little easier.  They don't know what they are missing.  And still, I miss those days and only wish that my children will look back on their youth with the same happiness and sense of security.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-2440126518485490892?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2440126518485490892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=2440126518485490892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2440126518485490892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2440126518485490892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-when.html' title='Remember When?'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-1930303855675270048</id><published>2009-04-04T07:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:44:09.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommies Happy Place</title><content type='html'>I used to think that I just enjoyed pretty things.  Well I do but my emotions run much deeper when it comes to pretty things.  It becomes a compulsion to have that fabulous new fabric, newest Pink Fig pattern or SOT embroidery design.  Why?  In this time of economic uncertainty would I spend money, lots and lots of money, on things that are not essentials?  I have one word = KIDS.  I have small kids at home.  That means that my once clean and organized house is now covered with toys.  Everything is either broken, sticky or has crayon on it.  My mind spins trying to keep my OCD under control.  It can seem somewhat hopeless at times.  I ask myself frequently "do the kids really not see the toys and clothing on the floor or hear my voice when I tell them to pick up?".  &lt;br /&gt;That is where all of those pretty things come in.  With each new fabric, pattern or design I take into my sewing room, I am taken to a place in my mind that is peaceful and serene.  The noise stops and my imagination takes over.  It is my happy place.  When I go there I am in control, thinking of what I will create and the steps it will take to finish the creation.  I am at peace.    And then the quiet ends with the kids knocking on the door, my youngest with his little face shoved into the crack under the door asking when I am coming out.  "Right now baby" is the response and I am off.  I open the door to a barage of requests from my two oldest.  Reality!  And then I am reminded that this too is a happy place as my youngest grabs onto my leg and tells me he loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-1930303855675270048?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1930303855675270048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=1930303855675270048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1930303855675270048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1930303855675270048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/mommies-happy-place.html' title='Mommies Happy Place'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-4852365589472058210</id><published>2009-03-26T17:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:14:38.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my latest creation.  I am so thrilled that the weather is now starting to get better.  The sky is more blue.  The air is warmer and the snow is finally melting.  And what better way to celebrate this than a spring set in bright colors with a momma and baby bird on the removable apron.  Check out my ebay and etsy stores for more wild little styles.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;img src=" http://www.deadzoom.com/member/origwldthg/WL/eb3.jpg "&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-4852365589472058210?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4852365589472058210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=4852365589472058210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/4852365589472058210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/4852365589472058210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-my-latest-creation.html' title=''/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-2912412283005628991</id><published>2009-03-12T19:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:26:01.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Been To Long!</title><content type='html'>How could I be away for so long?  This is a valuable source of decompression for a SAHM.  My chance to have an adult conversation, albiet one sided.  I will not let this happen again. I will devote more time to the expression of thought and the connection that comes with sharing.  Until next time.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-2912412283005628991?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2912412283005628991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=2912412283005628991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2912412283005628991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2912412283005628991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-has-been-to-long.html' title='It Has Been To Long!'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-3842035407693624276</id><published>2009-02-10T18:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:14:58.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Have To Get This Off My Chest</title><content type='html'>Look, I know you are all tired of politics.  I am too!  I am just beside myself with disgust over this sorry excuse for a stimulus package.  Why do we need a stimulus package.  I get it really.  Some people just have the philosophy that no one should fail or struggle.  In case you can't guess by the tone, I am NOT one of them.  I am old school.  If you want something, EARN IT.  Novel concept I know.  I am from a large family.  My siblings and relative fall all over the socio-economic scale.  I am at the take nothing-earn it yourself end.  I have a sibling from the take what I can get end.  It is amazing to me how someone could live with themselves.  I know there are exceptions out there.  I can say with confidence that the majority of the people I know that take governemental assistance don't need it.  Now that is not saying that financially they couldn't use help.  It is saying that they should get off their lazy hind end and work.  Case in point.  I have a 20-something nephew that thinks $9 an hour is beneath him.  Oh really.  Where are the lessons of my grandparents generation?  Where is the takecareofyourown-supportyourself mentality?  When did hard work become something we should not expect from out children.  My kids are all small.  They will learn these lessons.  I will not be supplying a cell phone, car or credit cards to my children.  I know, what a mean mother.  I know I am not alone here.  There has to be others out there that feel the way I do.  To those parents that say no to the materialistic wants of their kids trying to keep up with the Jone's kids I say "YOU ROCK".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-3842035407693624276?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3842035407693624276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=3842035407693624276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3842035407693624276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3842035407693624276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-have-to-get-this-off-my-chest.html' title='I Just Have To Get This Off My Chest'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-3075037586600904667</id><published>2009-02-10T17:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:01:17.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making The World A More Beautiful Place One Ruffle At A Time</title><content type='html'>It seems like months have gone by since my last post.  Like many boutique designers life has been a sort of limbo for the past few months.  I am pleased with the changes that have been made so far with the CPSIA laws so far.  Let's see what the next few months bring.  Personally, I am not in the habit of letting my kids chew on hairbows or boutique clothing but apparently this is a problem elsewhere.  &lt;br /&gt;I have more pressing issues on my mind but think they need to be in a seperate post because of the tone it will set.  I will end this post by saying that I am forever grateful that I will be able to do what I love.  Keep an eye out for ruffles galore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-3075037586600904667?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3075037586600904667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=3075037586600904667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3075037586600904667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3075037586600904667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/making-world-more-beautiful-place-one.html' title='Making The World A More Beautiful Place One Ruffle At A Time'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-1408249409268739804</id><published>2009-01-22T12:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:19:01.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Support This Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/users/origwldthg/blurbbluegreen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find these listings search "Boutique Felony" on eBay or Etsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-1408249409268739804?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1408249409268739804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=1408249409268739804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1408249409268739804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1408249409268739804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-support-this-cause.html' title='Please Support This Cause'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-6007063017040880420</id><published>2009-01-20T19:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:25:30.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well It Is Done!</title><content type='html'>Good, bad or otherwise we have a new president in this country.  I am glad this is over and hopefully all of the politicians can get back to work.  Lord knows that they have been out to lunch when it comes to the new CPSIA laws that will go into effect on February 10, 2009.  Look, can somebody please give me a straight answer.  I have reached out to many politicians to either be ignored or given a generic response.  They work for us don't they?  Why does everything have to be so complicated?  Why does it take months to make a logical decision?  I say we cut the size of government by at least 50%, cut salaries, end lobbying and get back to work.  That's my opinion.  We welcome your's:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-6007063017040880420?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6007063017040880420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=6007063017040880420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/6007063017040880420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/6007063017040880420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-it-is-done.html' title='Well It Is Done!'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-4633545639322274016</id><published>2009-01-09T12:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:03:30.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Moms.........</title><content type='html'>Well anybody that loves custom made clothing, toys and baby accessories is dreading the looming laws that have been passed by our oh so wise(yeah, right) government.  These new laws will make it impossible for a small company or crafter to sell their products if they are for, or could be used for children 12yrs and under.  I know all about making a child's environment safe, I have 3 myself, but this is overkill.  To read more go to www.cpsc.gov/about/cpsia/cpsia.html or to support the cause grab the code at http://coolmompicks.com/spread.php to save handmade and post it on websites and blogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every voice counts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-4633545639322274016?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4633545639322274016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=4633545639322274016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/4633545639322274016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/4633545639322274016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/calling-all-moms.html' title='Calling All Moms.........'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-1940098854856102657</id><published>2009-01-01T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:34:28.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's It Gonna Be This Year?</title><content type='html'>Well, every year I start out with an ambitious list of New Year resolutions. I go along for the first few weeks with the best of intentions. At about the 4 week mark it just seems to spiral out of control. The first thing on my list is always to lose weight and get back to my "old" size. Before I had children, those famous words most moms can relate to, I went to the gym everyday, jogged and ate healthy foods. Now, lets just say I have not been able to put on my pre-pregnancy jeans since, well, my pre-pregnancy days. This year my goal will be easier-Be happier. &lt;br /&gt;I want to spend less time being critical of myself and more time enjoying my life. I have great kids, a fabulous husband and am starting a career path that I enjoy. How can complain? So I may not be back in the size 4 jeans this year or ever. That's okay. As long as I feel great I will be keeping this year's resolution. That is a goal in and of itself.  So, Happy New Year to me!  Here's to a new attitude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Side note: I also want master Photoshop Elements.  Can I do this without wanting to throw the laptop?  Let's see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-1940098854856102657?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1940098854856102657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=1940098854856102657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1940098854856102657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1940098854856102657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-it-gonna-be-this-year.html' title='What&apos;s It Gonna Be This Year?'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-5236543854359917076</id><published>2008-12-29T08:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:45:05.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buckle Up Baby We're In For A Bumpy Ride</title><content type='html'>Well it has been 5 days since Christmas and we have finally finished cleaning up the wreckage. After a 3 day holiday blitz of parties and celebrations the kids are finally coming down off of the sugar high. Re-entry has been a little rocky but we are getting there. From Christmas cookies to m&amp;m's my kids have had it all. Throw in the excitement of the gatherings and gifts and we are on full scale red alert. The first two days were the worst. I actually felt bad for my 5yr old. Seriously, he just couldn't get himself under control (or keep his hands to himself). My oldest chose to avoid the chaos by spending all of her time trying to find homes for all of her newest treasures. The 4yr old, well lets just call him the moving target in this story. Although, I should let it be know that he is in no way the victim in this and many times the mastermind behind it all. Five days after Christmas I can say that routine, balanced diet, rules, and bedtimes are all a mommies best friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-5236543854359917076?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5236543854359917076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=5236543854359917076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5236543854359917076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5236543854359917076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/buckle-up-we-are-in-for-bumpy-ride.html' title='Buckle Up Baby We&apos;re In For A Bumpy Ride'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-3262610968261440865</id><published>2008-12-22T19:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:07:04.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty or Nice?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know 3 days before Christmas may be a little late in the game to pose this question to Santa.  Really, can someone answer me one question?  Will I get on the naughty list for pelting the kids with snowballs?  &lt;br /&gt;Wait, I can explain.  I have been sick for a week, it has been snowing all weekend and now I am out shoveling 14 inches of snow.  There is no school because of the holidays.  The kids are out with me.  I did not throw the first snowball.  As a matter of fact I did not throw the first 3.  I warned 'em.  Then mommy went snowball crazy.....anyone see the snowball fight in the movie "Elf"?  &lt;br /&gt;They are okay.  I only connected on a few.  I got them in and gave them hot chocolate.  So all is right in the world.  &lt;br /&gt;I must finish by saying that it felt GREAT!  Wrong so very wrong;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-3262610968261440865?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3262610968261440865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=3262610968261440865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3262610968261440865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3262610968261440865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/naughty-or-nice.html' title='Naughty or Nice?'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-7049328629959541708</id><published>2008-12-19T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:17:39.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, How I Have Missed You!</title><content type='html'>I would like to say that I have been away for a while because I have been on some exotic trip into the jungles of Africa or rafting down the Amazon.  But alas, I have been at home prepping the house for the holidays.  I feel as though I have been doing this for weeks.  I tried to pace myself.  I wrapped gifts as I bought/made them.  I kept the commitments to the kids schools down to a minimum and I still am racing to the finish line.  Well, Christmas eve anyway.  My Mother's moto holds true here:  "I was so far behind I thought I was first".  &lt;br /&gt;I will be better at keeping in touch I promise.  My resolution, besides that 10 pounds, will be to blog more.  I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-7049328629959541708?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7049328629959541708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=7049328629959541708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7049328629959541708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7049328629959541708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-how-i-have-missed-you.html' title='Oh, How I Have Missed You!'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-5242673217996532575</id><published>2008-12-06T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:23:59.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>It is that time of year when the chill in the morning air turns to a bite. Every weekday I trek with my daughter out to the bus stop. One morning we are out with sweatshirts and sneaks and the next we are out in full on protective outerwear. I am not ashamed to say I embarrass my daughter. I go out with hat, scarf, mittens and dare I say it, ski pants. My life has come full circle. My daughter is now asking me to stay back with that same look on her face that I used to have. Now, this plea for composure is met with okay honey, as I jump and yell to her as she gets on the bus. Only 5 more months until the weather is warm enough to get out of the winter gear.......Sorry Honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-5242673217996532575?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5242673217996532575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=5242673217996532575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5242673217996532575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5242673217996532575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-8709187798477704847</id><published>2008-11-26T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:27:18.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What It Means To Me</title><content type='html'>What am I thankful for? Grab a snack this could take a while. &lt;br /&gt;Well, of course it goes without saying that I am thankful for my health. I have 5 siblings and have health issues. I am perfectly health, maybe not always sane, but healthy none the less. I am so thankful that my vision is perfect.  Could you imagine? A world without color. Makes my soul hurt just thinking about it. I am forever grateful that I have the people in my life that I do. My spouse, kids, family and my friends, these people are the absolute perfect people for me. I love them all so much I could burst into tears. I am truly blessed to have them to love.  Now, with that out of the way. &lt;br /&gt;I am sooo thankful for electricity. Yup, shallow I know, but think of life without it. Yeah, I know! No internet, online friends, groups, shopping, no more embroidery machine. &lt;br /&gt;Indoor plumbing is right there with electricity. I don't think I need to add anything to that. &lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the belief that I am a part of something bigger. I am not alone in this and that, no matter how bleak things seem, this too shall pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most thankful for knowing each and every day that I am loved. My cup runneth over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-8709187798477704847?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8709187798477704847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=8709187798477704847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/8709187798477704847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/8709187798477704847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-it-means-to-me.html' title='What It Means To Me'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-4035028552815580551</id><published>2008-11-25T13:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:59:41.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I am not alone</title><content type='html'>Is it just me?  Do children have selective listening?  Is there a range that they can hear?  I know they can hear me yell and I KNOW they can hear what my husband and I are whispering about.  It must be the "inside" voice that they can't hear.  I know I have said "don't run in the house" or "pick up your rooms", even the occasional "shut the refridgerator door".  I know they are well mannered.  I know they can speak English. So what gives?  After observing these creatures in the wild(inside preschool on a rainy day), my conclusion would be yes, they do have selective listening.  As I walk into the school, to the best behave bunch of kids ever, I am alarmed by the noise and feel there must be a riot and rush in for fear of the teachers safety.  First I check for the teachers, yup all there and accounted for, Safe.  Now the kids....OH, every toy, crayon and piece of playdough is out and they are having a ball.  I am happy to know I am not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-4035028552815580551?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4035028552815580551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=4035028552815580551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/4035028552815580551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/4035028552815580551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-i-am-not-alone.html' title='I know I am not alone'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-5917602692107107269</id><published>2008-11-22T08:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:24:44.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Yet Another Creative Outlet</title><content type='html'>Here I go again.  In my quest to make the world a more beautiful place I have found yet another fun and fabulous way to make my life more colorful.  Digital scrapbooking.  Now let me say that I have boxes full of scrapbooking supplies that I purchased when my kids were born but just never got into it.  All of the time, clean-up and space took the fun out of it.  Now with digital scrapbooking supplies I can keep them in a nice little folder, change sizes and colors, and if I don't like a layout I am just one keystroke from making it just a memory.  (Not to mention I get the closet space back).  Let me not forget that my real interest in these delightful supplies comes from blogging and starting my own children's clothing business.  I am always on the look out for eye catching images and graphics.  Digital scrapbooking fits the bill.  The community is very friendly and there are hundreds of fabulous tutorials to help a newbie like me get going.  So go, creative souls, and check out digital scrapping.  A great place to start would be in today's favorite place taylormade-designs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-5917602692107107269?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5917602692107107269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=5917602692107107269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5917602692107107269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5917602692107107269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/finding-yet-another-creative-outlet.html' title='Finding Yet Another Creative Outlet'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-7181301400699578045</id><published>2008-11-20T18:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:23:48.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Me, Pick Me!!!!</title><content type='html'>I would really love to be the winner of a fabulous custom made camera strap cover by Priddy Creations Custom Designs.  I have been following this fellow HSBS member's work for a while now and I must tell you she is fabulous.  Each piece is a work of art.  The craftsman ship is wonderful and sense of color very fresh.  Yup, truly one of my favorite artists out there.  I recommend you go and check out her blog to catch a glimpse at some of her other Priddy Creations.  http://priddycreations.blogspot.com/2008/11/win-removable-camera-strap.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-7181301400699578045?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7181301400699578045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=7181301400699578045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7181301400699578045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7181301400699578045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/pick-me-pick-me.html' title='Pick Me, Pick Me!!!!'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-6725805474914076390</id><published>2008-11-16T15:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:04:49.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.  I Thought I would Never Get This Working</title><content type='html'>Is it me or did computers actally make life that much more complicated?  Don't get me wrong, I would be lost with out my laptop and the connection to the outside world that it provides.  I can shop, research things and communicate with family all with a push of a few buttons.  My troubles all started with this "simple" blog kit.  Oh, one look at this online and I knew I had to have it.  Easy to follow instructions, yup, I am in.  In less than 5 minutes files received and saved.  Now the fun part, building the blog.  And the chaos ensued.  Four hours later the kids have wrecked the house, the cat has not been fed and I am still in my pajamas but the blog is done.  I can't believe it.  I actually figured this out.  Fifty plus error messages later and I have a fabulous new look for my blog.  I hope you all enjoy the new look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-6725805474914076390?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6725805474914076390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=6725805474914076390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/6725805474914076390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/6725805474914076390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-i-thought-i-would-never-get.html' title='Finally.  I Thought I would Never Get This Working'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-1926934571096558569</id><published>2008-11-14T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:13:17.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents For The Kids or Fabric For Mommy?</title><content type='html'>This economy is killin' me.  How is a girl supposed to make pretty things when she can't get the pretty supplies?  Yeah, yeah, there was a stimulus check.  What, are you kidding me?  That was here and gone in a flash.  As a matter of fact it went right back to pay taxes because that darned tax bracket is a killer.  See, the thing is, the Hub and I are small business owners.  Oh, and we are incorporated.  Yup, thats right, I am rich.  Wait a minute........No, I am not.  We are on a budget, live in a modest house, drive older cars, struggle with bills and try to put a little away every month for the kids college educations. Huh,  &lt;br /&gt;While I am on the subject, let me ask you one thing.  Why do people who don't pay taxes get money back?  I know a couple of folks that have gotten a few thousand back and don't pay taxes.  Why can't we all just pay the same percentage?  When did it become socially acceptable to be on welfare, get food stamps and heating assistance?  Don't get me wrong, I am willing to help those in need.  I just want those helped to really be in need.  Help yourself before you expect help from others.  &lt;br /&gt;This blog is so much better than therapy.  I feel so much better already.  So back to my original thought........fabric or presents?  What's a girl to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-1926934571096558569?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1926934571096558569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=1926934571096558569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1926934571096558569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1926934571096558569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/presents-for-kids-or-fabric-for-mommy.html' title='Presents For The Kids or Fabric For Mommy?'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-7621420288998065683</id><published>2008-11-13T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:07:36.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Knew This Would Be Me!</title><content type='html'>Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vintagegriffin.com/images/uploads/mm.audrey_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an Audrey -- "I am at peace"&lt;br /&gt;Audreys are receptive, good-natured, and supportive. They seek union with others and the world around them.&lt;br /&gt;How to Get Along with Me&lt;br /&gt;* If you want me to do something, how you ask is important. I especially don't like expectations or pressure&lt;br /&gt;* I like to listen and to be of service, but don't take advantage of this&lt;br /&gt;* Listen until I finish speaking, even though I meander a bit&lt;br /&gt;* Give me time to finish things and make decisions. It's OK to nudge me gently and nonjudgmentally&lt;br /&gt;* Ask me questions to help me get clear&lt;br /&gt;* Tell me when you like how I look. I'm not averse to flattery&lt;br /&gt;* Hug me, show physical affection. It opens me up to my feelings&lt;br /&gt;* I like a good discussion but not a confrontation&lt;br /&gt;* Let me know you like what I've done or said&lt;br /&gt;* Laugh with me and share in my enjoyment of life&lt;br /&gt;What I Like About Being an Audrey&lt;br /&gt;* being nonjudgmental and accepting&lt;br /&gt;* caring for and being concerned about others&lt;br /&gt;* being able to relax and have a good time&lt;br /&gt;* knowing that most people enjoy my company; I'm easy to be around&lt;br /&gt;* my ability to see many different sides of an issue and to be a good mediator and facilitator&lt;br /&gt;* my heightened awareness of sensations, aesthetics, and the here and now&lt;br /&gt;* being able to go with the flow and feel one with the universe&lt;br /&gt;What's Hard About Being an Audrey&lt;br /&gt;* being judged and misunderstood for being placid and/or indecisive&lt;br /&gt;* being critical of myself for lacking initiative and discipline&lt;br /&gt;* being too sensitive to criticism; taking every raised eyebrow and twitch of the mouth personally&lt;br /&gt;* being confused about what I really want&lt;br /&gt;* caring too much about what others will think of me&lt;br /&gt;* not being listened to or taken seriously&lt;br /&gt;Audreys as Children Often&lt;br /&gt;* feel ignored and that their wants, opinions, and feelings are unimportant&lt;br /&gt;* tune out a lot, especially when others argue&lt;br /&gt;* are "good" children: deny anger or keep it to themselves&lt;br /&gt;Audreys as Parents&lt;br /&gt;* are supportive, kind, and warm&lt;br /&gt;* are sometimes overly permissive or nondirective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/are-you-a-jackie-or-a-marilyn-or-someone-else-mad-menera-female-icon-quiz"&gt;Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;HelloQuizzy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-7621420288998065683?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7621420288998065683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=7621420288998065683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7621420288998065683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7621420288998065683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-knew-this-would-be-me.html' title='I Knew This Would Be Me!'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-2082856077930698856</id><published>2008-10-27T19:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:08:11.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Market</title><content type='html'>Oh, is it possible to die of envy?  If so, I am a goner.  I have just finished scanning the blogs of all of those fabulous fabric and pattern designers.  I wanna go!  Lord knows I love Pink Fig Patterns.  Oh, and the fabrics that are coming this season.  I just may have to tell the kids that Santa called and he won't be able to make it this year.  Mommy needs more fabric.  And don't forget patterns, buttons and trims.  With each new line of fabric came a flood of new creations just dying to come to life.  For some the holidays are the best time of year.  For me it is the fall and spring quilt markets.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hum&lt;/span&gt;, where to start looking for all of those new treasures?  Help, stop me before I shop again:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-2082856077930698856?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2082856077930698856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=2082856077930698856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2082856077930698856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/2082856077930698856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/10/market.html' title='The Market'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-5736978418011951157</id><published>2008-10-15T16:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:45:17.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Fabulous Quilter</title><content type='html'>Oh, for those of you who love handmade quilts, head over to the blog of Elizabeth Cranmer.  The blog is Pigtailsandsnails.blogspot.com.  There you will find a fabulous quilt being given away to one lucky winner.   Oh, I hate to even spread the news because of all of you that will head over and enter to win.  The colors and textures are absolutely stunning.  This will be a valued treasure for the lucky winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-5736978418011951157?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5736978418011951157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=5736978418011951157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5736978418011951157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5736978418011951157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-fabulous-quilter.html' title='A Very Fabulous Quilter'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-3037576281560690341</id><published>2008-10-12T16:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:56:07.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Supporting The Economy</title><content type='html'>Well, we took the kids to TRU for the annual "get the list ready for Santa" shopping trip.  An hour in a toy store with 3 kids 8 and under is long enough.  Thankfully my kids are were rested, had a snack and relatively calm.  The trip went well.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the usual suspects topped the list for my kids.  Barbie and Little Pet Shop are annual favorites.  For the boys it was all about Star Wars.  Ships, figures and lightsabers were at the top of the boys lists.  Fortunately, the kids have not gotten to the age where electronics are wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-3037576281560690341?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3037576281560690341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=3037576281560690341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3037576281560690341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/3037576281560690341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/10/supporting-economy.html' title='Supporting The Economy'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-4339971178286530360</id><published>2008-10-07T08:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:18:57.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The  following is from Chelsea of Vintage Chic Boutique and designer of Pink Fig Patterns&lt;br /&gt;"The Nie Nie Recovery Launch (ebay)&lt;br /&gt;For the full story on this family visit this site: &lt;a href="http://www.nierecovery.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.nierecovery.com/&lt;/a&gt; When I first heard about their accident I felt totally overwhelmed with sadness. As I have followed the updates on Stephanie's sisters blog I have been been even more overwhelmed with hope, hope for a miracle. Hope for the full recovery of 2 good parents who are needed in this world by their children, family, friends, and all the rest of us who are complete strangers to them. Because they are good, kind people, who deserve another chance at life. I've seen the ebay boutique community come together to help people in need many times over the last few years. I think it's because we are all mothers, daughters, sisters, and friends and it's in our divine nature to want to serve others. We become better people ourselves as we give freely and willingly to those we love and to those we don't even know. This launch is scheduled for November 1st and will last 2 weeks. That way everyone has time to come up with something awesome so we can raise as much money as possible to their recovery. You can donate 100% or a portion of your sales. Whatever is comfortable to you. Thanks for joining XO, Chelsea "&lt;br /&gt;Those of you that are eBay designers if you wish to join in this very worthy cause please follow the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.ebay.com/forum/Nie-Nie-Recovery/Home-Page/1600041889"&gt;http://groups.ebay.com/forum/Nie-Nie-Recovery/Home-Page/1600041889&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deadzoom.com/users/origwldthg/logos/newlogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-4339971178286530360?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4339971178286530360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=4339971178286530360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/4339971178286530360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/4339971178286530360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/10/following-is-from-chelsea-of-vintage.html' title=''/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-7481873100449399134</id><published>2008-09-26T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:50:14.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Can They Just Stop Already?</title><content type='html'>I know they say you should never discuss religion and politics.  I just can't help myself.  As I sit here and watch the first presidential I am amazed by lack of content.  Look.  I will make it simple for them. &lt;br /&gt;1. stop spending money like it is growing on trees&lt;br /&gt;2. tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;3. keep your hands to yourself&lt;br /&gt;4. play nice with others&lt;br /&gt;5. reform welfare(if you can walk to the welfare office, why can't you work)?&lt;br /&gt;6. make personal responsibility a priority&lt;br /&gt;7. get the job done and get out&lt;br /&gt;8. reward hard work not bad decisions&lt;br /&gt;9. build that fence already&lt;br /&gt;10.DRILL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-7481873100449399134?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7481873100449399134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=7481873100449399134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7481873100449399134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/7481873100449399134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-can-they-just-stop-already.html' title='Oh, Can They Just Stop Already?'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-6253510126938697692</id><published>2008-09-19T19:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:13:31.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Goes The Keyboard</title><content type='html'>I think I have just about reached the point of banging my head off the keyboard.  All I want to do is add a funky background to this blog.  Is that to much to ask?  I would like to think of myself as a fairly smart girl.  I manage money, run the administrative side of the family business and have a growing custom boutique business.  So why is it that this eludes me? &lt;br /&gt;I have followed directions, improvised and even had to start from scratch and still end with an error message.  Some people dream of monsters, falling or being chased.  I will wake in the middle of the night, having cold sweats to an error message blinking in my head.  I give up.  Maybe tomorrow.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-6253510126938697692?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6253510126938697692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=6253510126938697692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/6253510126938697692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/6253510126938697692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-goes-keyboard.html' title='Here Goes The Keyboard'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-1020705402991175675</id><published>2008-09-18T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:23:09.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Fabric, Sew Little Time</title><content type='html'>What is a girl to do?  There are so many fabulous lines of fabric coming out right now.  From Farmers Market to S'mores.  All of those colors and textures.  I am so excited about all of the possibilites.  Skirts, dresses and bags are just the tip of the creative iceberg.  How do others find their inspiration?  I usually let the fabric speak to me.  I can hear what it is saying.  "I would like to be a twirl skirt" or "Please make me into a trapeze top".  Everything I make starts as a vibe.  Really, what is a girl to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-1020705402991175675?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1020705402991175675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=1020705402991175675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1020705402991175675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/1020705402991175675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-much-fabric-sew-little-time.html' title='So Much Fabric, Sew Little Time'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-5819269859005062632</id><published>2008-09-17T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:13:47.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>I am going to love this I can tell.  I am so busy right now that taking time out to post is a guilty pleasure.  I should be writing and listing auctions right now.  Oh, alright, I must go and get some work done.  If you want to check out my progress, stop on in to my Etsy shop and take a look around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-5819269859005062632?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5819269859005062632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=5819269859005062632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5819269859005062632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/5819269859005062632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748185532959232207.post-8744293395998545397</id><published>2008-09-16T19:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:32:01.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have To Start Somewhere</title><content type='html'>This is the very first post to my very first blog.  I am doing well so far.  I have not had to throw the keyboard or bang my head on the monitor to get to this point.  To those of you that grace me with your company I say "thank you" and I will try not to let you down or make a fool of myself in the process.  So, welcome and make yourselves at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748185532959232207-8744293395998545397?l=littlewildthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8744293395998545397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748185532959232207&amp;postID=8744293395998545397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/8744293395998545397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748185532959232207/posts/default/8744293395998545397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlewildthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-have-to-start-somewhere.html' title='You Have To Start Somewhere'/><author><name>LittleWildThings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058244347076304314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vK2tAFmSPw/SSgNOY0OhoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_xnOjgRwTsE/S220/lwtavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
