Spring Break DIY

DIY. Do it yourself. Sounds enticing, but be careful. Pick a project wisely or it might cost your fingers several pricks and your neck to feel like it’s kinked.

My daughter wanted a stuffed animal unicorn and asked if I could make her one. I said I’d try. After working on it for close to an hour, it didn’t look like it would turn out, so she told me not to bother finishing. In that moment, my competitive nature kicked in. Admit defeat? Never! Using old clothes and whatever else I could find in the house, I made that unicorn. She’s lopsided and a bit awkward. But I did it.

She now loves her unicorn. Blemishes and all.

My Own”Marvel” Comic Character: Meet Magnificent Mom

I thoroughly enjoy the DC Marvel shows and comic characters. They are weird and interesting and most are just plain cool. The designer’s creativity is incredibly inspiring. So inspiring that I decided to make my own comic character. She is one that the world cannot live without. Who is this masterful woman? MAGNIFICENT MOM.

Magnificent Mom is on the ready for whatever the day throws her way.
Dirty hands? She has wet wipes in her cargo pants.
Child feeling warm? Check it with the bracelet thermometer.
Junior fell and busted his knee-Bam! Bracelet band-aid dispenser.
Creep is getting too close? Taser belt.
She doesn’t need Harley Quinn’s bat, she has a kung-fu feather duster.
Timmy forgot to brush his teeth again? Take a breath mint.
No spider is too big, no ant is too small for her large and in charge black boots.
And while she busy helping others keep it all together, her fabulous corset and push-up bra helps her stay tight and all right too.


From the Ashes I Will Rise

I’ve been listening to the song “Resurrecting” by Elevation Worship on a daily. The lyrics are incredible. I even got pulled over the other day while listening to it because I was so engrossed in the song that I lost track of my speed! Luckily, the police gave me a warning.

I painted this picture as a representation of the lyrics, “By your spirit I will rise. From the ashes of defeat. The resurrected King, is resurrecting me.”


Going Old School: Making Valentine’s Cards

My daughter is now in full time Kindergarten, and at school, all the children exchange Valentine’s Day cards. Instead of being commercial this year, we went old school and made them ourselves. A little card-stock, paint, markers, stickers and presto…cards!




Painting Mattie From My 1920’s Novel


Meet Mattie O’Keefe. She is a rollicking flapper from my 1920’s series. And if you’re wondering if this is a dress, the answer is no. It’s her chemise, an undergarment.

Today, I painted this picture using watercolor and acrylic.

The quote is from my novel.

Good Manners, Etiquette and the Art of Shaving

History repeats itself in clothing fashions, but I’d like to see the former teaching of etiquette and good manners make a comeback. Oddly enough, a simple example is shaving.


Both men and women have been shaving off unwanted hair since before 3000 BC. Luckily, our methods have improved over time. I imagine that shaving with water and a sharpened stone, clam shell or copper wouldn’t have tickled.

Since then, the method of shaving has been greatly improved with modern razors and creams. In fact, shaving was considered a thing of expertise in the 1800’s. A sophisticated gent would own a shaving kit with all the necessities: a folding or shraight-edged razor which was sharpened on a leather strop, a brush of soft badger hair, lathering cream and a china shaving mug, aftershave lotion, and cologne.

Excerpt from a book featuring life in the late 1800’s.

Once barbershops opened, men would go to a barber to have his hair trimmed and his beard shaved.

This is a picture of a man named Glenn Porter Black, who was known as “Porter the Barber” in the small Quaker borough of Millville, Pennsylvania, for 73 years.

Nowadays, men and women generally buy a razor at the grocery store, perhaps a can of shaving cream and call it good. But the heart behind the tradition has been lost. Granted it takes more time, but like many of the old traditions, we’ve lost the beauty of etiquette. In many modern homes, children aren’t taught the art of gentility and good manners. Young men don’t know what it means to be gentlemen and young girls don’t know what it means to be ladies. I find this disheartening.


That is why I found this store in the Woodland Mall (Grand Rapids, MI) so special: The Art of Shaving. This store cares about the old tradition of shaving and desires to bring it back. I found it fascinating, as did my husband, who left the store with a kit of his own!



My thought is this… if you have to shave, why not enjoy it?










The Power of Music and Amy Grant

I am a big fan of Amy Grant. I grew up listening to Unguarded, Saved By Love, Heart in Motion, Lead On and many of her other gems. Her songs stick with me. I have a vast collection of Amy’s music. I like the jump around songs and the ones that bring me to my knees. There have been many times, I have sat with tears, listening and thinking, “Amy, you’re right on.” I also felt that way as I read through her book, Mosaic: Pieces of My Life So Far.

In 2010, my husband surprised me with tickets to see her in concert. I was recovering from a rough patch of life and her words in the song, Better than a Hallelujah ministered to me. The music moved me, changed me, and prepared me for the next step. Why? Because I experienced God in that music. I witnessed God’s presence in that music.

Here are a few of the lyrics to Better than a Hallelujah:
God loves a lullaby
In a mother’s tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
God loves the drunkard’s cry
The soldier’s plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
The woman holding on for life
The dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
The tears of shame for what’s been done
The silence when the words won’t come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
Amy Grant at the Concert in Ada, Michigan

Music is a powerful vessel. That is why I desire good, strong, and uplifting music. That’s why I listen to Amy. Her honesty in her songwriting has meant so much to me and still does.



#AmyGrant #Mosaic #ChristianMusic

The Creative Touch


Am I partial, absolutely, but its for good reason. Changing Thymes, located in Grandville, Michigan, recently welcomed a new booth into their store. It’s called The Creative Touch. It’s a special booth because not only are there sweet knick knacks and collectibles, but there’s a variety of handcrafted and hand painted items. Who is the painter, you ask? Her name is Cindy Overbeek. She is my mother, and I’m proud of that.

My mother has been painting for over thirty years and has traveled both in and out of state doing arts and craft shows. Her paintings cover a wide range: still-lifes, signage, realism, florals, chic, and more. The pieces also vary in size and style. Within my home, I have many of my mother’s painted pictures and furnishings.

Cindy is a gifted artist and has a sharp eye for detail. Below are current pictures from her booth. I encourage you to check out The Creative Touch today! (Located in the left wing of the building)
2900 Wilson, Grandville, Michigan 49418