Andy Warhol, Robert Rauschenberg, And My Friend Amy
One night, upon returning from a "Musica Sacra" concert at Carnegie Hall, we saw our doorman propping up against the front wall a tall, drunken young lady. Mateo (the doorman) is a small man and was in bad need of help.
"It's Amy-In 10E!" Mateo said.
Needless to say, we --my husband and I-- immediately lent the poor doorman a hand, and in no time we walked Amy into the lobby and settled her in the wooden bench right across from the reception desk. In a while, Amy sobered up a little, letting us know that she could now walk. Since Mateo could not abandon his post, we decided to accompany Amy to her apartment. The rocking motion of the old elevator must have made her sick, for an abrupt avalanche non-digested hors d'oeuvres soiled her black taffeta cocktail, divinely deep-décolletage dress and my sequined sweater and white silk pants. Even my husband's Armani tux got speckled.
The next day, Amy called.
She apologized profusely and I told her the same white lie my beloved grandfather had told me when I threw up on his new suit on Christmas Day when I was five: "Marc's tux was new and a man's suit never really hangs right until it has been dry cleaned once, Amy. My grandfather taught me that, and, as for me, I am way too messy to wear white pants without spilling something on them. Red wine this time. Not to worry, sweetie-been there done that!"
A couple of weeks went by and I forgot about the incident. I would have forgotten it altogether had it not been for my husband's eagle eye.
"Mary Patricia!" I heard my husband yelled with definite urgency. "Hurry, come see Amy."
Being addicted to the TV series "Law and Order" --and all their spin-offs-- we tape them all and watch them every day. When I reached the living room, my husband, standing, was poking at the TV,
"Right here-there she is!"
"Oh, yeah! She looks pretty. Is she a member of the jury?"
"No, she's the court recorder."
Amy was a young actress, tall, pretty, a sweet voice, and what one would call 'stage presence.' Was she from Boston? Did that well-mannered sweetness say Boston? Although we were never close friends of hers, we loved seeing Amy play many roles in TV shows. We saw her being interviewed by Oprah on a piece about struggling actors. Later in the week, billed as the nameless face you've seen in so many TV shows, we even saw her do an impromptu dance with Ellen DeGeneres. For a while, she seemed to be in every talk show and situation comedy; never a big star, but always busy.
That summer we gave an evening party in her honor.
Marc and I live in a penthouse apartment and we used to have a terrace, but I convinced my husband, the co-op board, and the city to let me seal it in. For many years, Van Johnson --a mega movie star of the fifties-- lived in our building before he moved to Sutton Place; something that made us proud of living in this building. And now that Amy's career was taking off, gave us even more reason to feel pride once again.
Amy was the belle of the party.
2
One evening as Marc --my husband-- went for his walk, he told me that he had seen Amy in the lobby and that she was a nervous wreck; that she looked bad: red-eyed, shaky hands, twitching lips. Men can be so curt. Not only do they tell you half a story, but in the next instant they turn on the news, leaving you dangling, eager for details. Try as hard as I might, I couldn't get a good idea of what he meant. But going around and around, finally between him and the TV, I got the whole story. Amy --because of her drinking-- had been fired from different shows. And that was true, for we no longer saw her in TV; at least not with the same frequency as before.
"Going through a rough patch, isn't she?" I said.
"She said she couldn't afford to live here anymore."
"Maybe she should move into one of those empty studios-temporarily," I said.
"She's broke," Marc said casually.
A couple of weeks later, since Marc was running out of his Merlot, I went to the Lexington corner store to order a case of Chilean wines that he likes so much. Amy was there. How can one miss a tall, gorgeous young lady in stretch pants, Hermes scarf casually draped, and oversized dark Coco Chanel sunglasses on top of her head. What a pity, I thought, such lovely features being ruined by booze.
Yet, an aura of class, chic, and mystery seemed to glow around her. The mystery part of the equation disturbed me a lot because I, without reason, attributed it to an unnatural dread, an impending gloom. Though I am practical woman, I'm also quite intuitive and can sense tragedy and disaster before they hit.
Amy and I chatted for a while. She intimated that her brother in Connecticut had been helping her with the maintenance payments, but that he couldn't do it anymore.
"The cupboard is bare," she said.
I admired her candor.
"Now I have to scrape some money to fly to L. A. I have a screen test next week," she said, her sweet voice cracking a bit. "It's a small role," she added. "But like Maggio for Sinatra, it could be my ticket to the big leagues."
Of course I didn't offer to help, but I was itching to. When I saw that Amy's eyes clouded with, what I took to be, frustration and despair, I must declare though, that the thought of giving her a loan crossed my mind. Filled with excitement I ran home to tell Marc about Amy's possibilities in the 'big leagues.' Naturally, my telling was laden with hints that perhaps he should open up his wallet. Marc, who has a soft spot for damsels in stress and distress, without any direct prodding, agreed quickly that we should help; monetarily, that is.
"Below that rough exterior there's a velvet heart," I said as I planted a loud kiss on his wide and ample forehead.
3
Marc called Amy and congratulated her on her screen test and asked her if we could take her out to dinner and celebrate.
"No dinner, please!"
Instead, Amy insisted that we should come to her apartment for cocktails.
"An extra pound, and there goes the screen test," she explained.
Weight, nutrition, eating well, feeling good about one's body is something I truly understand. So I spoke over Marc's voice: "Drinks is fine!"
Moments later, down we went to see her.
"What are you going to wear?" I asked Amy, my mind racing ahead, already envisioning her reading her part.
She brought out an outfit that was mostly black, way too New York in my opinion and wrong for her coloring. Launching into my favorite prattle on the power of color, especially on film, I knew I had Amy's complete attention when I told her she was a "Spring" and that black made all Springs look old.
While Marc got busy with the TV to find a soccer channel, Amy and I went to her bedroom, straight into her closet.
In a New York minute, I suggested to Amy that she wear a peach open weave Jacket, a periwinkle silk tailored shirt, a rust linen knee-length skirt that was the color of her hair, a cream Prada bag and fabulous creamy beige Chanel sling backs.
"I'd never thought of that," she said, a semi-tone of caution and doubt in her voice.
I smiled to set her at ease. "You realize this combo reflects your coloring: peaches and cream skin, bright blue eyes and auburn hair?"
Then I explained to her the concept of 'signature' to a woman, and suggested we look for some 'signature' jewelry.
She paled and gave me a distraught look.
Given her dire financial straits she had sold everything of value. I ran to the penthouse and returned with a peach pearl freshwater 18" necklace, graded for 4-8 mm and matching 7 mm studs. When she put them on, they were just perfect for her for they enhanced the exquisite peach-like texture of her angelic face.
"Now, that is elegance!" I exclaimed.
Yet a definite nervousness shone in her eyes.
"Doesn't borrowing real jewelry bring bad luck?"
"Who's borrowing," I said. "This is a gift."
Confused, she kept quiet.
"These pearls are all wrong for me. I have a pink set which are much better for me. So I want you to have them. Peach will bring you good luck."
For a second I thought she would not accept the gift. But she did.
Amy hugged me and thanked me as we ambled into the living room to join Marc.
The furniture in Amy's apartment was sparse. "Minimalist," Marc said later. Somehow I got the impression that Amy did not wish to be anchored to the place; "weighed down," would be a more apt description. Yet, her long wall in the living room had a few pieces of original art. An original graphic by Andy Warhol and a small canvas by Robert Rauschenberg caught my attention. Unable to contain my admiration I let her know how envious and covetous I felt.
"Both artists freeze time with their icons," she said, oblivious to the whisper-like quality of her voice. When she said 'freeze' it sounded more like fweeze, which again made me guess she was from Boston, where people omits r's in their speech.
"You'll be an American icon-soon," Marc (Mr. Amiability) added.
"I'll tell you how I came to own those two pieces some other time--not today."
That laconic remark made me think that perhaps such event would account for that veil of melancholy that seemed to shroud her divine countenance.
Marc is now retired from business, but during his long career, he's handled many individual and institutional investments. He's never embarrassed to talk money. So, as I expected, in no time he had the situation under control. Placing a check on the coffee table all he said was:
"This will get you to L. A. and back."
Amy nodded, and whispered what I took to be 'thank you.'
That was the last time we saw her; in person--that is.
4
A month went by and we never heard from her. One day, when I went to pick up the mail I asked Mateo if Amy had returned from L.A. Shocked and perplexed, I learned that she had moved out. Moved out! I kept repeating to myself as if the echo would somehow deny the fact. Neither a telephone number nor a forwarding address had she left with the front desk. For some time Marc and I were a little disappointed that she had scamped without saying goodbye to us. We felt sorry we had befriended her, not because of the loss of the money ($5,000) we had loaned to her, but because of the breach of trust and cruel indifference.
To add insult to injury, one day the super --a plump wide-girthed Irishman-- asked me point blank,
"When are you going to pick up that crate?"
"What crate?"
"10E left it. It's marked 'To be stored in PH.'"
The next day, one of the porters brought a crate half as tall as I was and about as wide as the door, but it was December and, up to my neck in the usual festivities. I put it away in the pine closet. But time that heals all wounds healed our wounded pride and never gave the crate another thought.
5
When the movie for which Amy had tested and gotten the part came out, Amy became an incredible success. We went to see it and Marc all but took credit for the acting performance, and with puffed up chest, much like a father who is proud of an accomplished child, he lavished praise on Amy for days on end. Other movies followed; all successful to say the least. At Oscar nights, Marc and I would see her on the red carpet posing gracefully --sweet, articulate, gorgeous-- yet melancholy. During the awards ceremonies, when the cameras panned and focused on her, Marc and I would swoon and become intoxicated with her success.
Nothing gave me more pleasure than to see Amy always wearing my pearls. She hadn't changed in that respect--she wore no jewelry other than the necklace and earrings I gave her for the screen test. That detail didn't escape my attention; and in moments of solitude I would entertain the thought that she really never forgot us. With much awe, love, and adoration we followed her career. Amy's mega star fame and success spilled over to us, for we felt that we were the partial architects of her fate.
This last year, she was nominated for supporting actress. Dressed in a Dior Periwinkle strapless chiffon with a slight Grecian drape, and my pearls, she was a vision reminiscent of Grace Kelly --the star who became a princess-- and that night we prayed fervently for her to win the Oscar, but to no avail.
"Close, but no cigar," Marc remarked with obvious disappointment in his voice.
"Next year she will--for sure, maybe she will wear an American designer," I said.
But there was no next year.
By now, newspapers, magazines, and TV, have well recounted all the gruesome bits of the accident that took her life--an insane fatal DUI. Despite the abundant coverage in the media, no written article or TV piece did ever capture that mysterious beauty that seemed to emanate not from her looks, but from her soul: the sweet lilt of her speech; the languor of her hesitant smile; the dreamy mystic stare of those who linger on visions of the other shore. She was buried in her signature periwinkle blue and peach pearls; she had not reached 30.
We were devastated.
When the torrential news cycle wore down to a trickle, Marc asked me,
"What are we going to do with that crate?"
"She had a brother in Connecticut," I said. "We could ship it to him, if we knew his address."
Amy's name was a stage name and we didn't know her real name. The managing agents for our building were useless, totally reluctant to help.
So one weekend, we opened the crate. An envelope contained a brief note:
Dear Marc and Mary:
It makes me happy to know that you love these two pieces.
Enjoy them. I never did because they came to me as part of
the division of assets of my failed and much painful marriage. My ex husband purchased them for $5,000-a long time ago! Thanks for the loan.
Amy.
The Warhol and the Rauschenberg now hang in the long wall of our living room, next to a small shrine that honors Amy's loving memory.
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"Dear woman," the voice of Grandmother Growth seems to float in the deepening twilight, echoing, reverberating, ringing in the ears. "Bring me your pain. Bring me your pain. Bring your pain to me. Bring your burdens. Bring all that you can no longer bear, can no longer bear, can no longer carry, can no longer bear, can no longer be responsible for. Give it to me. Put it on. Let us pass in council together and listen to the stories your pain tells. Menopause is a journey that requires you to travel light. Heavy things - bitterness, regret, vengeance, clinging to pain - will make your tiring journey you down. Take only the stories. Leave the rest behind. Burning pain in your hot flashes. Let it leave you. This is change. Let it change you, dear wife, let it change you. "
Step 0: Do nothing
Dealing with fibromyalgia, women have less pain if they sleep in a dark room. If not possible, wear a sleep mask.
Step 1: Collect Information
Disorder in chronic pain I have called "all the ills on" when I wrote this article ten years ago, is now big news. Ninety percent of the 4 million Americans with this debilitating, frustrating condition - known as fibromyalgia - are white women, and many of them are postmenopausal.
Neither the cause nor cure for fibromyalgia is known. This is not a disease but a set of symptoms characterized by chronic widespread pain on both sides of the body, above and below the waist. (As one of my apprentices, said: "But I am not wrong in all these places at once. The pain moves. I never know where it will be next.") Some women have a low fever in addition to pain. More than half of those who suffer from fibromyalgia also headaches, endometriosis, and / or irritable bowel syndrome. The symptoms of fibromyalgia are quite variable, making diagnosis difficult. (Orthodox diagnosis is based on research of pain in trigger points). Fibromyalgia mimics aspects of multiple sclerosis, Parkinson's disease, arthritis, hepatitis C, hypothyroidism, lupus, polymyalgia rheumatica, and early dementia. Many women with fibromyalgia, it is said, their distress is "all in your mind."
It is not in your mind (alone). Menopause can leave the impression that you were beaten. Muscles respond to hormonal changes and feeling painful mood. Loss of sleep can make you pain. (Non-restorative sleep is a hallmark of fibromyalgia.) Lack of calcium (and other minerals) can make your bones pain. Whether you are facing these challenges, or the greater problem of fibromyalgia, why not give Wise Woman Ways a try? The remedies mentioned here have been remarkably successful in helping many women.
"People with fibromyalgia are not only sensitive to pain, but also find noises, strong smells, and aversion to light." - Daniel Clauw, MD, director: chronic pain and fatigue Research Center, Georgetown University
Step 2: Engage the Energy
* Having a support group is one of the most important factors keeping fibromyalgia under control. * Homeopathic Arnica is an amazing remedy for sore throat and muscle aches. Daily use of homeopathic Rhus Toxicodendron reduced pain by 25 percent in those with fibromyalgia. * Make a list of things you have angina (anger, angry) about. Where do these things live in your body? With the help of an expert bodywork, loosen the scene. Women with fibromyalgia are very likely to be survivors of trauma (sexual assault or domestic violence, alcoholism). * Return to your Mother. Floating in the ocean. Lie belly down on the earth. Naked. Let yourself ease. Let it heal you. * Listen to a relaxation tape. Ask someone to show you how to do the yoga position called the "Corpse Pose". Learn to put yourself in a deep state of mind calm and peaceful. * Hypnotherapy can help you acquire a certain degree of mental control over their symptoms. Behavior of cognitive therapy is also useful.
Step 3: Nourish and Tonify
* The use of feed infusions, especially comfrey leaf and stinging nettle, instead of coffee, tea, soft drinks and is the only thing I know to effectively mitigate and overcome fibromyalgia. * Gentle exercise - walking, yoga or tai chi practices - keeps muscles from weakening and increasingly painful. Experts suggest starting with as little as three minutes a day, and the gradual establishment of at least four sessions of five minutes each per day. Still, the reward is worth it. * Regular consumption of yogurt also proves very useful for those who have fibromyalgia. Perhaps it is because yogurt to enhance the ability to feed and immunity, some suspect fibromyalgia is the result of a malfunction of the immune system. * Magnesium is an essential nutrient for preventing pain in muscles and connective tissues. Legumes, whole grains, vegetables and feed the infusions - like nettle and Oatstraw - are the best sources. * Moxibustion is also known as acupuncture without needles. Safe and easy to do at home by yourself, moxibustion gives fast relief from sore joints and aching muscles. It not only relieves pain but strengthens, the decrease in the future pain and gradually make a "cure". You can buy a moxa "cigar" at a pharmacy or health food Oriental. Bring the glowing end of the moxa (after lighting it) near the painful area and move in small slow spirals until the heat becomes too intense. (This May take several minutes or more). Pain relief is usually immediate and often lasts for twelve hours or more.
Step 4: Stimulate / sedation
* Tinctures of willow bark or spirea (1-2 dropperfuls/1-2 ml is a dose) is strongly recommended that the green allies by women dealing with fibromyalgia. * St. Joan's wort tincture - not capsules, not the tea - is a powerful ally for women with fibromyalgia. He is one of the best muscle relaxants I have ever used. A 25-30 drop dose not only stops but also prevents muscle aches. I have used it as often as every twenty minutes (ten doses) when the occasion necessitated. St. Joan's wort prevents pain when taken after exercise, and even better if taken before. I take a dose every hour while on an airplane to prevent muscle aches and jetlag. * Regular massage from an experienced therapist stimulates the circulation of blood and energy, relieves pain, reduces fatigue and promotes rigidity. Avoid deep tissue massage, it increases the pain. The light and mild strokes Myofascial Release are most useful. Chiropractic manipulations are of little benefit. * Massage with heated stones and other heat treatments work wonders for some women. For others, the treatments work better in cold (but not too cold, and not for too long, either, please). * Ginger compresses, hot or cold, movement and encourage the mobilization of the body healing agents to act and to relieve your pain. I grate several ounces of fresh ginger into simmering water and cook gently for ten minutes, then soak a cloth in the liquid and use it as an application to the painful area. * The National Institute of Health lists fibromyalgia as one of the few conditions that acupuncture can relieve. * If an act of lying down to sleep the pain, slip into something relaxing: valerian, skullcap, or St. Joan's wort tinctures, drops to a 1 ml of one, twice if necessary .
Step 5: Use Supplements
* A study has shown little interest from those who have fibromyalgia is taken SAM-e or 5-HTP (5-hydroxytryptophan - a precursor of serotonin). Do not use 5-HTP if you are taking St. Joan's / John's wort. * Lack of sleep can rapidly aggravate the symptoms of fibromyalgia. (See Step 0.) Confused If you sleep, melatonin at bedtime, the lowest dose you can get help in May.
Step 5b: drug use
* Oil of lavender was recommended by several women who have dealt with fibromyalgia for many years. Dilute with olive oil or jojoba and use as a rub. * Orthodox treatment of fibromyalgia relies heavily on drugs, primarily antispasmodics, antidepressants and muscle relaxants. But Celebrex, Vioxx, Valteran, amitriptyline (Elavil), fluoxetine (Prozac), vanlafaxine (Effecor), trazadone (Desyrel), alprazolam (Xanax) and cyclobenzaprine (Flexeril) can affect the liver and disrupt the system immune. * Non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs such as ibuprofen do not reduce fibromyalgia pain for most women. * Tramadol (Ultram) is a drug that addresses both the modification of brain chemicals and the signals from the pain of those who have fibromyalgia.
Step 6: Break and Enter
* Beware of invasive diagnostic tests. Many women say sustainable endless series of tests to put a name to their pain, without success and at the cost of physical, mental and moral. * The injection of lidocaine, a drug that temporarily numbs nerves, are effective in relieving fibromyalgia pain for some women. Injections of capsaicin (cayenne) relieve pain by destroying nerve endings.
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easter onesie all these questions in one place for a low low price?
1. do you think the problem with Big Foot is that he is blurry and its not the photographers fault? i find that frightening.
2. what type of person wants the attention that fame brings?
3. wouldn't it be cool if someone made a toothbrush that made war sounds? i mean if your going to be fighting plaque and gingivitis shouldn't you have the sound effects to go along with it?
4. do you think Scotland's shoreline is covered with Highlander statues kinda like Easter Island?
5. who runs a better record label? Slug or El-p?
6. would you buy your kid a Wu-Tang onesie? http://stores.wildchildpdx.com/catalog/wutang-med.jpg
7. what is a song that makes you happy every time you hear it?
Unicorn > Bigfoot riding Nessie
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1. Actually, correction Big Foot is obviously moving at a speed so fast the photographer was only able to get him more at his lowest speed, which is almost the equivalent to a pigeon flying backwards in the winter with a rocket strapped to it's back.
2. An attention whore....
3. YESSSSS, only if I get one that makes the sound effects from the 3 Stooges.... I'm just tempted to have one
4. Of course, hopefully there isn't any superstitious stuff to those though ....
5. Slug
6. Of course, I have one pre-ordered for Little Thought.
Learning life's lessons with a Christian home school art curriculum
When talking about art, people have looked up on the great masters that shaped the world of aesthetics and high taste. Masters in painting, sculpture. Architecture as well as fabric and fashion design have spawn a lot of interest in the capacity of humans to create perfection, the most alluring images that changed civilizations forever. Art is inspiring but it does not happen at a snap of the finger. For children, art right now is expression and by adding a Christian home school art curriculum in a home school curriculum, the child might not be able to produce fine art yet, but it would help them be inspired about things and to work on various materials to make practical items look beautiful and personalized.
Art does not really have any purpose to some extent but in a way it has driven a lot of people to pursue art careers because of the fascination for human craftsmanship and the appeal for personalized and special looking pieces. It is a good aspect so a Christian home school art curriculum should be included. The best reason for adding such a lesson for kids is that it teaches them to discover experiment, think creatively and critically and be passionate about things that they made themselves.
In introducing a Christian home school art curriculum, it is essential to understand that young children do not understand yet rather vague concepts of color and they color as they go. In the right conditions and level of understanding, children can he introduced to concepts like color wheels, using various materials like paper, glue and scissors and combining different materials to achieve art. Books related to kid's crafts could help parents in getting exciting crafts and arts for kids.
The Christian home school art curriculum could include drawing, painting, basic sculpture, as well as using various materials in one art piece. For young adults, a more advanced kind of art making could be introduced like the use of basic design software tools like Paint and greeting card makers. This will improve their computer skills as well as bring their art appreciation in a different platform.
Children could get easily impatient and so it is necessary for parents to reiterate the importance of patience to finish the art and to stay dedicated to it. The Christian home school art lessons can provide life values to children like appreciation, patience, dedication and self-confidence. Knowing that they finished a work of art is a feat. It is good to give them rewards that are art related by going to art shops, museums or even buying them a new set of art items for new projects.
Art right now could be more functional in terms of making them purposive for children to do art. The life lessons and skills the children discover from Christian home school art curriculum are essential for practical living. Once more thing is that if a child is exposed to art, they develop their own taste. Parents also get to know more their kids with the kind of expression they make that they usually cannot say or write.
There are numerous benefits to Christian Home schooling and choosing the proper home school curriculum for your child. For more information about Home School Curriculums and subjects like Christian home school art curriculum, please do visit our site - http://www.homeschoolcurriculum.org/
When the idea is not right, God says "No".
No - when the idea is not the best.
No - when the idea is absolutely wrong.
No - when though it may help you, it could create problems for someone else.
When the time is not right, God says, "Slow".
What a catastrophe it will be if God answered every prayer at the snap of your fingers.
Do you know what would happen? God would become your servant, not your master.
Suddenly, God would be working for you instead of you working for God.
Remember: God's delays and not God's denials. God's timing is perfect. Patience is what we need in prayer.
When you are not right, God says, "Grow".
The selfish person has to grow in unselfishness.
The cautious person must grow in courage.
The timid person must grow in confidence.
The dominating person must grow in sensitivity.
The critical person must grow in tolerance.
The negative person must grow in positive attitudes.
The pleasure-seeking person must grow in compassion for suffering people.
When everything is alright, God says, "Go".
Then miracles happen:
A hopeless alcoholic is set free!
A drug addict finds release!
A doubter becomes like a child in his belief.
Diseased tissue responds to treatment and healing begins.
The door to your dreams suddenly swings open and there stands God saying, "Go!" - Dr. Robert Schuller.
easter crafts-How to Excite Kids with This Colorful Easter Egg Craft Fit For a Gift
This project is a simple way to personalize an Easter craft project that you and your child can do together. Teachers would also benefit by having their students create this one of a kind personalized gift for their parents, grandparents, or anyone special to them. For this project an Easter gift for grandparents was created.
For this project you will first need to fill the bottom section of your plastic egg. We filled ours with a package of jelly beans, but wrapped candy, chocolates or other types of gift items, such as an Easter wash cloth or pot holder with a bag of candy or nuts would also do. Once the inside of the egg is filled, put the clear egg top on. Next, take two strands of fun fur yarn (purple & pink) long enough to wrap all the way around the center of the egg, leaving enough to tie a small bow at the top. This will hold your egg tightly in place and add visual texture. Next, remove transparent word stickers and place them horizontally across the front of the egg top. Make sure to gently smooth out any air bubbles. Next, remove sticky gems from the package and stick above or near words to add dimension and sparkle. This project is quick, yet such an easy way for your child or student to personalize an Easter gift for those they love.
Supplies:
1 large clear plastic egg with removable top (we chose a lavender base with a clear top)
1 package of sticky gems (we used purple, lavender, pink & fuchsia with an emerald style)
1 package of transparent word stickers (we chose words about grandparents)
1 package of fun fur stripes yarn in pastel colors (we chose purple & pink)
1 package of jelly beans.
About the Author
Linda Johnson is a degreed and experienced crafter and interior/exterior decorating specialist, with years of experience helping friends, family, and clients solve their decorating and craft needs. Linda and her contributing writers invite you to submit your own great ideas for free, and also find tons more craft ideas and decorating projects like this with photos to try yourself
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