<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145</id><updated>2009-10-27T06:58:08.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what you shall do</title><subtitle type='html'>my musings on art, nature and compassion</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-915977183786091842</id><published>2009-10-26T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:55:55.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years ago today.</title><content type='html'>It's a little late in the day to be getting around to this, but seeing as I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; haven't even printed any of my wedding photos, better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary, Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SuZRHOtEIiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/fsYpWC2uSew/s1600-h/0001_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SuZRHOtEIiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/fsYpWC2uSew/s400/0001_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397090388098163234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SuZRI8YYMDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/pSynxhU_ia8/s1600-h/0284_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SuZRI8YYMDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/pSynxhU_ia8/s400/0284_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397090417539297330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SuZRIZiHmUI/AAAAAAAAA08/JY4ieycwzMs/s1600-h/0267_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SuZRIZiHmUI/AAAAAAAAA08/JY4ieycwzMs/s400/0267_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397090408184912194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SuZRIHz8HuI/AAAAAAAAA00/Oq-w1ixz3vM/s1600-h/0250_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SuZRIHz8HuI/AAAAAAAAA00/Oq-w1ixz3vM/s400/0250_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397090403427819234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SuZRVPqLaMI/AAAAAAAAA1M/iCYULZhPdpU/s1600-h/0486_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SuZRVPqLaMI/AAAAAAAAA1M/iCYULZhPdpU/s400/0486_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397090628872661186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-915977183786091842?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/915977183786091842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=915977183786091842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/915977183786091842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/915977183786091842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/10/6-years-ago-today.html' title='6 years ago today.'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SuZRHOtEIiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/fsYpWC2uSew/s72-c/0001_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-2175980869820801803</id><published>2009-10-14T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:38:09.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillyella feature</title><content type='html'>The amazingly sweet and talented Nicole of &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" href="http://lillyella.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lillyella&lt;/a&gt; recently did a &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" href="http://lillyella.blogspot.com/2009/10/spotlight-refashioned.html"&gt;feature&lt;/a&gt; on me and my &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5597042"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt;. It was my first interview of this kind and it was so much fun! In preparation, I put a lot of time in to updating my shop and listing some new items. It was great to have a solid, inescapable reason to do this - it has needed a new look! Thank you so much Nicole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can check it out &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" href="http://lillyella.blogspot.com/2009/10/spotlight-refashioned.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/StXhV2DWQ3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/Thl5PPV4j5o/s1600-h/yellowblackclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/StXhV2DWQ3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/Thl5PPV4j5o/s400/yellowblackclose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392463894249096050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/StXhf71ejBI/AAAAAAAAAx8/BctAyUprBR0/s1600-h/redstripebooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/StXhf71ejBI/AAAAAAAAAx8/BctAyUprBR0/s400/redstripebooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392464067600223250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/StXgh_Hfa0I/AAAAAAAAAxE/maRRIdfpyVw/s1600-h/multistripeclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/StXgh_Hfa0I/AAAAAAAAAxE/maRRIdfpyVw/s400/multistripeclose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392463003329194818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/StXhAVCTOuI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ATlFZ0nVR4E/s1600-h/patternlapel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/StXhAVCTOuI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ATlFZ0nVR4E/s400/patternlapel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392463524609080034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-2175980869820801803?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/2175980869820801803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=2175980869820801803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/2175980869820801803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/2175980869820801803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/10/lillyella-feature.html' title='Lillyella feature'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/StXhV2DWQ3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/Thl5PPV4j5o/s72-c/yellowblackclose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-4404343857830824553</id><published>2009-08-19T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:12:55.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go read this book. now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SowekWqAzHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0mvA0f-oKfg/s1600-h/loud-close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SowekWqAzHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0mvA0f-oKfg/s400/loud-close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371702065452076146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://dearbrothersandsisters.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; recently encouraged me to read Jonathan Safran Foer's book &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://www.houghtonmifflinbooks.com/catalog/titledetail.cfm?titleNumber=688440"&gt;Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&lt;/a&gt;. Having just finished it I have to recommend it as well. It is really hard to explain just how amazing this book is. It deals with all sorts of wrenching issues like the World Trade Center attack, the bombing of Dresden, family, loss and abandonment. And while it breaks your heart a little on one page, it renews it again on the next. I was often left feeling as though I needed to cry, but at the same time, I was so engaged in the lives of the characters there just didn't seem to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; to cry. I don't know. It's hard to explain. It tugs at you the way &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ordinary_People_%28novel%29"&gt;Ordinary People&lt;/a&gt; does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is narrated most of the time by a nine year old boy who in reality is far too smart for his actual age. But because he is both naive and incredibly intelligent, we can experience all the complexities of loss: sadness and fear as well as confusion and a downright inability to accept it. There many pages in the novel devoted to images, photographs and creative typography. The thing that pervades, though is Foer's ability to write with just enough poetry in his words to make you forget that his characters are just slightly outside reality. His writing goes to the heart of them and they feel completely real and tangible. And you fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of my favorite books and I don't think I'll be the same for having read it. I cannot put it any better than Foer does: "...it broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-4404343857830824553?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/4404343857830824553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=4404343857830824553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/4404343857830824553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/4404343857830824553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-read-this-book-now.html' title='Go read this book. now.'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SowekWqAzHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0mvA0f-oKfg/s72-c/loud-close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-6106958418878444900</id><published>2009-07-28T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:26:01.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where I was last week this time.....</title><content type='html'>and where I wish I was today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/Sm8HuyRMl2I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YWBPM23Nv_Q/s1600-h/P7210017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/Sm8HuyRMl2I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YWBPM23Nv_Q/s400/P7210017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363514181570828130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/Sm8IOEfW5TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/A-lIVOhQkmM/s1600-h/P7210007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/Sm8IOEfW5TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/A-lIVOhQkmM/s400/P7210007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363514719038006578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/Sm8HvJzNPmI/AAAAAAAAAms/nVpK9_dNif0/s1600-h/P7210011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/Sm8HvJzNPmI/AAAAAAAAAms/nVpK9_dNif0/s400/P7210011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363514187887492706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early last week a &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://shannamurray.typepad.com/shanna_murray/"&gt;good friend&lt;/a&gt; brought me to one of her special places for a late-morning walk. How she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; it was exactly what I needed, that I had been drowning in all this concrete, and that putting my feet in that water would clear my mind and soul, I can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon I will share with you my latest embroidery projects. Things that have me excited and motivated again. It is good, and I can't wait to show you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-6106958418878444900?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/6106958418878444900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=6106958418878444900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/6106958418878444900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/6106958418878444900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-i-was-last-week-this-time.html' title='where I was last week this time.....'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/Sm8HuyRMl2I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YWBPM23Nv_Q/s72-c/P7210017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-8784986624968885410</id><published>2009-07-22T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:25:20.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>a week in pictures</title><content type='html'>A few photos from our trip to New Hampshire.&lt;br /&gt;They only tell part of the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdpMcGL4xI/AAAAAAAAAlk/rJGJ3UfkLN4/s1600-h/waterslide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdpMcGL4xI/AAAAAAAAAlk/rJGJ3UfkLN4/s400/waterslide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361369543829349138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdogJOMOWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/JQg1k1uxwVg/s1600-h/raft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdogJOMOWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/JQg1k1uxwVg/s400/raft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368782848407906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My nieces playing on the water slide; almost every afternoon&lt;br /&gt;was spent like this. A raft, a kayak and a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdoKBEhxKI/AAAAAAAAAks/b8eMGpP7qAw/s1600-h/jacimaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdoKBEhxKI/AAAAAAAAAks/b8eMGpP7qAw/s400/jacimaine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368402703271074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdogyQsaQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/eHLF-Cflp7s/s1600-h/wateronrocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdogyQsaQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/eHLF-Cflp7s/s400/wateronrocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368793864759554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cape_Neddick_Light"&gt;Nubble Light&lt;/a&gt; on the coast of Maine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdtHD764pI/AAAAAAAAAl0/XS_Hf2yXsac/s1600-h/feetlake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdtHD764pI/AAAAAAAAAl0/XS_Hf2yXsac/s400/feetlake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361373849491006098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A quiet moment on a very still morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdoJgAHjlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/VhRXG6oBpOQ/s1600-h/baldknob3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdoJgAHjlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/VhRXG6oBpOQ/s400/baldknob3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368393826405970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our hike to the summit of Bald Knob in the &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ossipee_Mountains"&gt;Ossipee Mountains&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdogmzB_sI/AAAAAAAAAlU/cSq0o-p0yJw/s1600-h/whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdogmzB_sI/AAAAAAAAAlU/cSq0o-p0yJw/s400/whale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368790787555010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdogmECYKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bVkEPXPwlZA/s1600-h/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdogmECYKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bVkEPXPwlZA/s400/sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368790590447778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fin_Whale"&gt;fin whale&lt;/a&gt;, 23 miles off the coast of Maine. It was&lt;br /&gt;such a calm and beautiful day at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdoJwG15SI/AAAAAAAAAkc/bkGSK9bISp4/s1600-h/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdoJwG15SI/AAAAAAAAAkc/bkGSK9bISp4/s400/chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368398149575970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Afternoon sunlight in a beautiful little cottage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was part of the&lt;br /&gt;original &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" href="http://www.homeaway.com/vacation-rental/p223091"&gt;property&lt;/a&gt; where we stayed and was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;built in 1920. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdoKUPSvqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/nO4sfBnzIQw/s1600-h/lakeevening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdoKUPSvqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/nO4sfBnzIQw/s400/lakeevening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368407848697506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdpMR0_2tI/AAAAAAAAAls/1_tqhqg6X28/s1600-h/lakeevening2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdpMR0_2tI/AAAAAAAAAls/1_tqhqg6X28/s400/lakeevening2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361369541072902866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A particularly gorgeous evening that warranted more than one photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved virtually every minute of it and want to go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-8784986624968885410?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/8784986624968885410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=8784986624968885410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/8784986624968885410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/8784986624968885410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-in-pictures.html' title='a week in pictures'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SmdpMcGL4xI/AAAAAAAAAlk/rJGJ3UfkLN4/s72-c/waterslide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-2715491019075684598</id><published>2009-07-20T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:46:15.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again, home again...</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last 24-36 hours trying to come to terms with the fact that I am no longer on vacation. It has been a difficult return this time around. I spent a week living with 9 people in a big, luxurious house on a serene residential lake in New Hampshire. Surrounded by trees and only accessible by dirt road, I felt truly removed from my normal life. All that mattered was the temperature outside and the battery life in our camera. Kayaking, swimming, hiking, loons, whales, games and photo slide shows at the end of each day.  All of this shared with most of my favorite people on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home to such a boring and quiet house has left me at a loss for how to start each day. I am questioning all that I thought was important and trying to figure out how to keep the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt; of vacation in my regular routine. The idea meaning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have fun&lt;/span&gt;. Doing what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to do as much as what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are coming soon. You can get a preview &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mcgmatt/sets/72157621206716235/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-2715491019075684598?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/2715491019075684598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=2715491019075684598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/2715491019075684598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/2715491019075684598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-again-home-again.html' title='Home again, home again...'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-5900499745028696673</id><published>2009-07-09T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:25:09.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation</title><content type='html'>You'd think i was already on vacation by how often I post here. Hopefully my week on the lake will provide enough time and thought for me to devote some of it to this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-5900499745028696673?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/5900499745028696673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=5900499745028696673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/5900499745028696673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/5900499745028696673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html' title='vacation'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-3352061653650535801</id><published>2009-06-18T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:17:16.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Iceberg</title><content type='html'>I found these photos by Camille Seaman today while reading miniature rhino's &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://miniaturerhino.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-things-move-toward-their-end.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. It led me to Camille's &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.camilleseaman.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; where I found myself transfixed. They are from a series entitled "&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.camilleseaman.com/Artist.asp?ArtistID=3258&amp;amp;Akey=WX679BJN"&gt;The Last Iceberg&lt;/a&gt;". It has solidified my desire to go to the arctic and see these monoliths with my own eyes. How often are we able to step outside of our daily lives and feel as though we're on a different planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart actually aches, these are so beautiful. I simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; get over that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SjpkqOSWUPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/UIuN9eU23Ws/s1600-h/Picture%2B8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SjpkqOSWUPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/UIuN9eU23Ws/s400/Picture%2B8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348698184008225010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SjpkqrqDkBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ub9p0KzLuQc/s1600-h/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SjpkqrqDkBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ub9p0KzLuQc/s400/Picture%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348698191892287506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SjplRaJbwdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/WBFrXyjgV7o/s1600-h/Picture%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SjplRaJbwdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/WBFrXyjgV7o/s400/Picture%2B3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348698857206956498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;photos by &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.camilleseaman.com/"&gt;Camille Seaman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-3352061653650535801?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/3352061653650535801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-3482922974167410321?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/3482922974167410321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=3482922974167410321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/3482922974167410321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/3482922974167410321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again!'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SjjzCluWwmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nlEN07HPyjo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-5713750571045559150</id><published>2009-05-21T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:35:38.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooooh...</title><content type='html'>i found these little crayon sculptures by diem chau on &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://www.lolahome.com/"&gt;lola&lt;/a&gt; and fell in love a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/ShVVTT2U7zI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/RKZHg59eA-o/s1600-h/crayons1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/ShVVTT2U7zI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/RKZHg59eA-o/s400/crayons1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338266723551604530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, at her &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://diemchau.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;, i found these intriguing &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://diemchau.com/plates3.html"&gt;porcelain pieces&lt;/a&gt;. there's a story here that is begging to be told. and the &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://diemchau.com/crayons10.html"&gt;miniature table and chairs&lt;/a&gt;, are carved out of toothpicks. toothpicks! and the photos are amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://diemchau.com/plates3.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/ShVVTR0Dp2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/trOYa7cB_LQ/s400/plate3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338266723005212514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://diemchau.com/crayons10.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/ShVVtXQwfbI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Gj7e8HF-J2E/s400/crayons10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338267171144367538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://diemchau.com/crayons10.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/ShVXusUl7KI/AAAAAAAAAVo/S97OkBoNCrY/s400/crayons10a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338269393000721570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title='oooooooh...'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/ShVVTT2U7zI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/RKZHg59eA-o/s72-c/crayons1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-3407675317890385476</id><published>2009-05-20T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:54:01.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little inspiration</title><content type='html'>strolling around my favorite blogs this morning, i came across this sweet little napkin by &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://www.allisonmanch.com/"&gt;allison manch&lt;/a&gt; featured on &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://aestheticoutburst.blogspot.com/"&gt;aesthetic outburst&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/ShQHz2fD3xI/AAAAAAAAAVI/m2CDIpV0vok/s1600-h/beachboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/ShQHz2fD3xI/AAAAAAAAAVI/m2CDIpV0vok/s400/beachboys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337900045721394962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me that i love the beach boys and are now listening to their undeniably perfect harmonies. it's really what i needed to lift my mood this morning. thanks abbey! you always showcase the most fantastic artists and provide constant inspiration. it has also reminded that i need to get back to my true love: embroidery. it's been a while since i spent any time on my art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another favorite source of inspiration is my friend &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://whichonesareweeds.blogspot.com/"&gt;rachael's&lt;/a&gt; new blog: &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://aphotoandalink.blogspot.com/"&gt;a photo and a link&lt;/a&gt;. keeping life simple, it is exactly what it says: a photo of an artist's work, their name and a link to their site. it's a back-log of beauty and it's perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-3407675317890385476?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/3407675317890385476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=3407675317890385476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/3407675317890385476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/3407675317890385476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-inspiration.html' title='a little inspiration'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/ShQHz2fD3xI/AAAAAAAAAVI/m2CDIpV0vok/s72-c/beachboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-4051789731739511893</id><published>2009-04-24T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:43:54.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>i have been consumed</title><content type='html'>by the past. lately (mostly because of facebook) i have been lost in days of yore.  old friends, old photos,  old memories. it might be a little unhealthy but i am ok with it for now. i think i needed something to get me through the last days of winter when the cold just can't seem to let go. soon my garden will consume me and i look forward to it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/Sfhm_auLD6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/IFH6rHfzOHs/s400/purse_chair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330123398683758498" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/Sfhm_cMyddI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZmiiEaT0qcc/s400/pursebutton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330123399080605138" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/Sfhm_mnwBnI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Viw3JcDyHDw/s400/pursesloseup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330123401878046322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since switching my shop over to mostly new flower designs the traffic has really slowed down. i could be bummed about this (and i was for a little while) but ultimately it's nice to have my free time back. it has afforded me the time to complete a project that's been on my list for a very long time. i made this tote for my grandmother who admired one i made for myself. the button is one of a set she has cherished for years. she gave me the set and i thought i would share one of them with her. i love the way this bag turned out. maybe it is time to make a new one for myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-4051789731739511893?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/4051789731739511893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=4051789731739511893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/4051789731739511893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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work'/><title type='text'>work. sleep. work....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i've been away for a while. most of my "free" time lately has been spent on new work. and photographing new work. and listing new work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so. much. work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my evenings have been spent scouring the internet for a vacation home to stay at this summer. while the end result of this will be more than worth the effort, it feels so much like homework. endless streams of houses, high prices and low availability have left me feeling like a zombie at the end of each night. the only thing that has made this even remotely bearable is my sister-in-law. my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;, really. she sits on the other end of the phone, many miles away looking at the same pictures and making me feel as though we are in the same room. laughing and laughing. making all this work seem a little more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i suppose there are worse ways to spend an evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is a look at some of my newer pieces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SbUsBTKBk4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ID1G656w2B8/s1600-h/newbuttonflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SbUsBTKBk4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ID1G656w2B8/s400/newbuttonflowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311199736387179394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so happy with how they have turned out. truth be told, though, i've been fretting big-time about whether or not they will sell. i have loved my little silk blooms, but i can no longer make them. i will pop some in my &lt;a href="http://refashioned.etsy.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here and there, but my true direction is these newer ones. made from found and re-purposed fabric and buttons from my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; collection of vintage buttons. in every way, they feel like the direction i need to be headed. the question remains, though: will anyone come along?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little light came to me on friday when i found this incredibly sweet post about my shop at &lt;a href="http://bronette.net/2009/03/vintage-refashioned/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;bronette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. thanks so much for giving me a little boost when i needed it most! a lot of encouragement has been coming from &lt;a href="http://dearbrothersandsisters.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lately as well. thanks, k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-5279602204890652970?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/5279602204890652970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=5279602204890652970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/5279602204890652970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/5279602204890652970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-sleep-work.html' title='work. sleep. work....'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SbUsBTKBk4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ID1G656w2B8/s72-c/newbuttonflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-7613887881905641682</id><published>2009-02-15T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:54:00.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy monday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZl9gswdnxI/AAAAAAAAATw/9l63VhN0ksU/s1600-h/begsonpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZl9gswdnxI/AAAAAAAAATw/9l63VhN0ksU/s400/begsonpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303408036929183506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of us likes shipping days. oh, the glorious brown paper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm off to the post office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-7613887881905641682?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/7613887881905641682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=7613887881905641682' title='0 Comments'/><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-119661024260291225</id><published>2009-02-12T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:30:53.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZjr8jq123I/AAAAAAAAATg/ZpTLWs6TDoI/s1600-h/buttonflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZjr8jq123I/AAAAAAAAATg/ZpTLWs6TDoI/s400/buttonflower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303247986828368754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=20996133"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;listed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in my &lt;a href="http://refashioned.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now. this is exciting because it is the first in a line of flowers that are really made from salvaged materials. as much as i love silk ones, they simply &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to be made with all new materials and don't reflect the nature of my shop's name. these have been kicking around my mind in one way or another for a while and it is so great to see them take shape. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;folks have really taken a shine to my silk flowers.&lt;div&gt;let's hope they like these babies, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy weekend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;j&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-119661024260291225?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/119661024260291225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=119661024260291225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/119661024260291225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/119661024260291225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-flower.html' title='new flower'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZjr8jq123I/AAAAAAAAATg/ZpTLWs6TDoI/s72-c/buttonflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-1352301769653625450</id><published>2009-02-08T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:32:08.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>handmade awesomeness</title><content type='html'>almost everything i received for christmas and my birthday came from the second storie indie market, and they have helped brighten up an otherwise &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; and somewhat dreary winter. thought i would share my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMka_WnWUI/AAAAAAAAASg/2q9-MRgDsGk/s1600-h/foundling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMka_WnWUI/AAAAAAAAASg/2q9-MRgDsGk/s400/foundling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621232446691650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMklTzyjBI/AAAAAAAAATA/mn1UEGO8lBQ/s1600-h/vase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMklTzyjBI/AAAAAAAAATA/mn1UEGO8lBQ/s400/vase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621409736461330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMka5_-E6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/sy_P8XNv4b4/s1600-h/shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMka5_-E6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/sy_P8XNv4b4/s400/shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621231009534882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMka5om2JI/AAAAAAAAASw/5ZS3nBThC6U/s1600-h/scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMka5om2JI/AAAAAAAAASw/5ZS3nBThC6U/s400/scarf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621230911543442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMka99g7bI/AAAAAAAAASo/Tm-RG4iBFvM/s1600-h/painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMka99g7bI/AAAAAAAAASo/Tm-RG4iBFvM/s400/painting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621232072977842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMkaoQ0YBI/AAAAAAAAASY/KlmvIG_36Ww/s1600-h/earrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMkaoQ0YBI/AAAAAAAAASY/KlmvIG_36Ww/s400/earrings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621226248364050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;earrings by &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://foundling.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;foundling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glass etched vase by &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://www.switzerprojects.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;lizz switzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tshirt by &lt;a href="http://ginasherwood.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;gina sherwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;velvet scarf by &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://flickr.com/photos/pherumphos"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;kyla keglar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;print by &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://carvingmyinitials.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;jim delucia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;earrings (purchased for myself!) by &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://polestar.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;polestar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-1352301769653625450?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/1352301769653625450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=1352301769653625450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/1352301769653625450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/1352301769653625450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/02/handmade-awesomeness.html' title='handmade awesomeness'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SZMka_WnWUI/AAAAAAAAASg/2q9-MRgDsGk/s72-c/foundling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-4371838740128675503</id><published>2009-01-19T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:41:35.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelin' good</title><content type='html'>i have been away too long....&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SXUmkWbko3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/99C1Jf5Rj30/s1600-h/tangerineflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SXUmkWbko3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/99C1Jf5Rj30/s400/tangerineflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293179342982259570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday soon i plan to sit down and write about gratitude and what this new presidency will mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now though, the exciting news is that i finally got my &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://www.blogger.com/refashioned.etsy.com"&gt;etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop up and running! it has been doing fairly well in that month and a half. i am both pleased and busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kirsten of &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://www.blogger.com/tollipop.etsy.com"&gt;tollipop&lt;/a&gt; was sweet enough to feature my tangerine flower pin on her &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://www.tollipop.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;thanks kirsten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is off to a great start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-4371838740128675503?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/4371838740128675503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=4371838740128675503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/4371838740128675503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/4371838740128675503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/01/feelin-good.html' title='feelin&apos; good'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SXUmkWbko3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/99C1Jf5Rj30/s72-c/tangerineflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-6107221479205926764</id><published>2009-01-01T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:25:49.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good start</title><content type='html'>i know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;it gonna be a good year&lt;br /&gt;out of the darkness&lt;br /&gt;into the fire&lt;br /&gt;i tell you i love you&lt;br /&gt;and my heart's in the strangest place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walkmen&lt;br /&gt;"in the new year"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-6107221479205926764?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/6107221479205926764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=6107221479205926764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/6107221479205926764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/6107221479205926764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-start.html' title='a good start'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-6812333319493641027</id><published>2008-12-04T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:31:34.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh boy....</title><content type='html'>it certainly has been a long time. i feel sheepish. all i can say for myself is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of my time over the last couple of months has been devoted solely to second storie and making sure it was as awesome as it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have more to say on this, but it will have to wait until later. for now, it is enough that i am posting something new! thanks to all who left such sweet comments on my last post. i still get a little giddy when i think about our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures and more coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-6812333319493641027?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/6812333319493641027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=6812333319493641027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/6812333319493641027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/6812333319493641027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-boy.html' title='oh boy....'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-1121259501784992561</id><published>2008-10-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:05:04.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>five years</title><content type='html'>five years ago, on a sunday very much like this one, my husband and i were married. the day was a little rainy, a little foggy, but strangely perfect. and while it was chilly outside the room at &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" href="http://www.bristolharbour.com/"&gt;bristol harbour&lt;/a&gt; was rustic and cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SQPhsQPBMUI/AAAAAAAAALw/0hVjj3FlVB8/s1600-h/weddingcollagefinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SQPhsQPBMUI/AAAAAAAAALw/0hVjj3FlVB8/s400/weddingcollagefinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261296940087324994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these gorgeous photos were taken by &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" href="http://www.gelfandpiper.com/"&gt;gelfand-piper&lt;/a&gt;, a charming husband and wife team who found those little details that shaped our day. over 500 pictures and yet that hardly begins to tell our story. it was fifteen years ago at a tiny little college that we met and fell in love. and what has followed has been up and down, serious and silly and nothing short of amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-1121259501784992561?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/1121259501784992561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=1121259501784992561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/1121259501784992561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/1121259501784992561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2008/10/five-years.html' title='five years'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SQPhsQPBMUI/AAAAAAAAALw/0hVjj3FlVB8/s72-c/weddingcollagefinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-5306579236911549175</id><published>2008-10-13T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:17:14.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SPQcavX-OgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oZPWyEJXGio/s1600-h/blurry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SPQcavX-OgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oZPWyEJXGio/s400/blurry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256857910767401474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SPQcalOKzYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7e6uP-1gYDE/s1600-h/knitgloves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SPQcalOKzYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7e6uP-1gYDE/s400/knitgloves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256857908041928066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is wonderful it is to have a &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" href="http://dearbrothersandsisters.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; who knits. but one who knits and &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" href="http://dearbrothersandsisters.blogspot.com/2008/10/project-just-for-me.html"&gt;shares her treasures&lt;/a&gt;, is truly priceless. these glorious little fingerless gloves are a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not-totally-unexpected-but-just-as-appreciated&lt;/span&gt; gift from just such a one. made from a "small, precious" ball of sienna yarn that i purchased with a project for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; in mind. what a sweet and full circle this gift has made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will be worn by me with grand enthusiasm and i am already sad for the day when i will have to turn them in for a warmer winter pair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-5306579236911549175?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/5306579236911549175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=5306579236911549175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/5306579236911549175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/5306579236911549175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-treasures.html' title='little treasures'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SPQcavX-OgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oZPWyEJXGio/s72-c/blurry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-7943110459212353222</id><published>2008-10-07T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:30:40.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SOvGZIiR4zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jawqRQr_jlg/s1600-h/potential.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SOvGZIiR4zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jawqRQr_jlg/s400/potential.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254511525348107058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;i've been gone a while.&lt;br /&gt;with planning for the next &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" href="http://secondstorie.blogspot.com/2008/09/hold-on-to-your-hats.html"&gt;second storie&lt;/a&gt; event in full swing, i've hardly had time for much else. i am determined, however, to make time for art. with the advent of autumn and it's cool air and rich textures, i am feeling a need to get back to my roots. paint, collage and dark lines. i'm not sure what will come of this, but i need to find out.&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-7943110459212353222?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/7943110459212353222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=7943110459212353222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/7943110459212353222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/7943110459212353222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2008/10/making-time.html' title='making time'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SOvGZIiR4zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jawqRQr_jlg/s72-c/potential.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-5957806231877959788</id><published>2008-09-18T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:21:36.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pining away</title><content type='html'>as summer draws to its quiet close i find myself reminiscing about a week spent on the ocean last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SNMU6WzGTBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CuEC3aWNors/s1600-h/beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SNMU6WzGTBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CuEC3aWNors/s400/beach2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247560983601630226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunrise on the atlantic ocean in the outer banks of north carolina. i only made this venture once during that whole week. my friend, though, was up each and every morning at dawn to walk the shore and snap photos. looking at these i can see just why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SNMU6DEwZvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QrTee5v-Pek/s1600-h/beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SNMU6DEwZvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QrTee5v-Pek/s400/beach1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247560978306983666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SNMU6YPNsxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/khM1UXVrFB8/s1600-h/beach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SNMU6YPNsxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/khM1UXVrFB8/s400/beach3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247560983987991314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling unusually reluctant to see summer go. usually by this time i am tired of the heat and positively aching for autumn. this summer was too mild for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose this is my way of saying farewell to summer and embracing the glory that only autumn can bring. it truly is my favorite season. crisp breezes, gorgeous colors, and van morrison's "into the mystic" playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i can be ready for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-5957806231877959788?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/5957806231877959788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=5957806231877959788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/5957806231877959788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/5957806231877959788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2008/09/pining-away.html' title='pining away'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SNMU6WzGTBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CuEC3aWNors/s72-c/beach2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-1173438125270100958</id><published>2008-09-05T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:53:44.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabric'/><title type='text'>newest work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SMH-S7HsQEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SkJgVdFNkmw/s1600-h/yellowmoth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SMH-S7HsQEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SkJgVdFNkmw/s320/yellowmoth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242751042297020482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer has found me obsessing over it's quintessential colors. deep yellows, soft creams and sunwashed  blues. all things faded and worn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been working mostly in emboidery. i just can't seem to do anything else right now. i truly love the idea of making a plain piece of cloth beautiful with thread alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for reasons i can't quite explain, moths have a hold on me. i have been making these tiny cloth ones for a few months now. i feel i have finally perfected them and now summer is over. i guess i will have a piece of summer to carry with me until next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i intend to get these up in my shop soon. really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-1173438125270100958?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/1173438125270100958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=1173438125270100958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/1173438125270100958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/1173438125270100958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/2008/09/newest-work.html' title='newest work'/><author><name>joAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903165465872259755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13581858983823344125'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi04oD2SuUI/SMH-S7HsQEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SkJgVdFNkmw/s72-c/yellowmoth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442811218277976145.post-8735437987333707207</id><published>2008-09-03T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:59:58.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come on out...</title><content type='html'>i'll be selling my new work at the market on thursday. i don't have any pictures at the moment, but you can see some lovely ones &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://secondstorie.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come and visit if you can! it's going to be a gorgeous day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442811218277976145-8735437987333707207?l=whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatyoushalldo.blogspot.com/feeds/8735437987333707207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442811218277976145&amp;postID=8735437987333707207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/8735437987333707207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442811218277976145/posts/default/8735437987333707207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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