I love my Christmas villages. I think it comes from a place of insecurity for many years as a young adult. I can create a safe places with dreams and hopes. It is my favorite Christmas decoration…often going up in late September. This is only one street
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Christmas at “Joyful Dog, Quilts”
Christmas Eve
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate. We have friends coming tomorrow. The house is ready and so is most of the early food prep. Now I need to get ready for church in the morning.
Love
I am so blessed to be surrounded by so much love. It has pushed me to new levels of joyful healing!
First Time
My daughter in law helped me with makeup. In my whole life, I have never felt even the least bit attractive. I see a person with stringy hair, bad teeth, dirty neck, red skin and warts and dark circles under my eyes. We talked and she said I needed to stop the negative talk aboutContinue reading “First Time”
Quilt Design
Well, I had an ego boost today. I have a quilt at the quilt shop and am told everyone loves it! That feels good.
Christmas
My daughter and I are going to Alabama to visit family. Today, I made sugar cooky dough to take with us. Sad Husband won’t make it but our pet sitter isn’t well. Not put together at all but, hopefully, I’ll pull it off.
Hello Everyone!
It’s been a while. A trip to St. Louis, a craft show and Christmas has taken we away from writing but I am ready to get back to writing. It has been a busy, joyful time. The house is Christmas ready but still struggling with buying presents. Just can’t find the right gifts this year.Continue reading “Hello Everyone!”
A Break
I took a break from posting for a lot of joyful healing! It has been an amazing, powerful few weeks. I went home for Thanksgiving. Home being St. Louis. We spent five days with cousins. At the end there were lots of hugs and “I love you”. We have a huge family and that givesContinue reading “A Break”
Body Image
My cousin shared this with me last night. It is the first time I have ever been able to look at pictures without cringing at how ugly and fat I was. My biological mother had eating disorders and gladly shared with me. She restricted my food as a kid and even as a teenager andContinue reading “Body Image”