Distressed Peace Sign

As I look at the title of this post, I can’t help but giggle a little…A distressed Peace Sign? Isn’t that kind of an oxymoron?

But what is Christmas without peace on earth and goodwill towards men?

At this time of year, most of us do feel distressed when we should be feeling peace…

I recommend taking a few steps back and breathing deeply and enjoying the moment.

So what if your house is in disarray because of all the decorations that have to be placed and you can’t even walk without tripping on something?…

So what if you have cookie batter stuck to the ass of your best jeans that you just washed and air-dried so they wouldn’t shrink and give you a muffin-top from eating all that cookie batter?…

So what if your elf on the damn shelf isn’t as clever as your friends’ posts on  Facebook where the elf is hosting a party for all the kids’ little stuffed animals, complete with mini tea sets and crumpets?…

So what if you haven’t gotten your Christmas cards out yet? or haven’t even taken that picture yet of your extraordinary children that will eventually end up on your Christmas card?…

So What?

Christmas will still be here on December 25th, so stop and take a deep breath and remember what Christmas is REALLY about.

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.  Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David’s throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. The zeal of the LORD Almighty will accomplish this.  Isaiah 9:6-7

Easy, Breezy Tutorial

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Supplies Needed

Canvas Board  (Mine is 30Lx15W from Hobby Lobby art section)

Modge Podge

Newspaper

Foam Brush

Paint of your choice

Stencils

Sandpaper

Your first step is to paint a thin layer of Modge Podge over the entire surface using your foam brush.

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Now place a layer of newspaper on the Modge Podge and brush another thin layer of Modge Podge over this. It will and should be a little wrinkled.

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Allow a sufficient time for this to dry–you may even want to wait overnight…

When it’s dry, prime it with white primer. If you want to paint the base black, you probably don’t even need to prime it. Just make sure the newspaper doesn’t show through.

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I painted my base color blue and then waited some more for that to dry.

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Once the blue paint dried, I used my Cameo Silhouette to cut out my letters. I used clear contact paper in the hopes of being frugal but it wasn’t as easy as cutting out with vinyl. You could also hand-letter it or use stencils from a craft store.

I used my Annie Sloan Chalk Paint in Emperor’s Silk to paint my letters. {Love this paint}

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Peel away your vinyl while the paint is still a little wet and then sit around, do some laundry, get the cookie dough off your ass while this dries…

Once it’s dried sufficiently, like super-dry, the most fun part comes along….use a fine grit sandpaper to lightly sand your sign in parts that you think would be distressed, like the edges and lightly over the top.

AND YOUR FINISHED!

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But, if you’re like me, you’re really NOT! It needed a little something, something; so back to the Cameo Silhouette for a snowflake design!

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Maybe now it’s finished!

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Put it where all who enter can see it. For me, that’s the kitchen!

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And, of course, add a little JOY to it!

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Without Peace, we cannot have any Joy!

So Peace,{I mean Please}, Enjoy the Season!

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Now I need to add some Love…

Stay tuned…

Peace, Joy and Love…

Kathy

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Christmas Time

 

“For God so loved the world, that he

gave his only begotten Son, that

whosoever believeth in him should not

perish, but have everlasting life.”

Throughout the stages of my life, Christmas has meant different things to me.  As a child, to begin the celebration, we would go to my Nana’s house for Wigilia.  Wigilia is from the Latin term vigilare meaning “to await”.  This traditional Polish Christmas Eve meal began with the breaking and passing of the oplatek which is the consecrated wafer.  We would exchange good will and wishes for the coming year, starting with the eldest family member, down to the youngest, children included.  The meal always consisted of mushroom soup, halibut, pierogis, sauerkraut and beans and fruit compote.  It was the only day of the year we ate this meal.

Gifts were opened after the dishes were done, and the suspense always killed me!  In addition, my wonderful yet stern great aunt Ciocia made us open presents in age order so each person could see what the other received.  Torture for a kid!

As a child, Christmas also meant Santa! Santa!  That great, rolly-polly man from the North Pole who would sneak into our house and leave more presents!  The four of us kids would wake up early and run downstairs in great anticipation of what lie underneath our 1970’s aluminum tree with spotlights! Presents! 

Christmas Day meant going to the Italian side of the family for my grandma’s gravy, mostaccoli, ham, potatoes, chicken…many loud uncles watching football and screaming bloody murder at the T.V.  And guess what?  More presents!

As I grew up, Christmas changed. I stopped believing in Santa. We still went to Nana’s for Wigilia, we still went to Grandma Mimi’s for gravy and mostaccoli, we still opened presents on Christmas morning but now I was old enough for midnight mass.  How beautiful, the church lit up in the night, the choir singing “O Holy Night.”   Christmas took on a different meaning.

By college, Christmas meant a whole month long break from school.  It meant hitting the bars with my friends, waking up late, nothing to do all day but lounge around.  By this time, my beloved Nana had passed away along with my wonderful Ciocia, but my awesome mom kept up the Wigilia tradition and now I had a sister-in-law and niece!  Grandma Mimi’s was as lively as ever, more little cousins added to the brood.

After college, I moved away from home. Far away to a different part of the country to be with the love of my life.  I had started working as a nurse and Christmas meant I had to be at work.  After all, hospitals don’t close on holidays and I was low nurse on the totem pole.  I am truly blessed that my mother-in-law made Christmas away from home as loving and welcoming to me as if I was her own daughter.  And my husband held me close and understood my tears on my first Christmas away from home.  In the next few years, it didn’t feel like Christmas away from home, because we had made our own home together and wherever he was, that was my home.

In a new chapter of our lives, we have children of our own that bring that magical Santa Claus back!  What joy to see our kids’ excitement and we feel like kids ourselves!  We moved back, closer to my family and my children have experienced Wigilia and look forward to it every year.   My lovely mother-in-law is gone now, but every year I make her special Swedish mondel cookies and send some to my father-in-law and give the best ones to my husband in her memory.  Grandma Mimi is gone too, and unfortunately the Italian side doesn’t gather on Christmas anymore. Wah!

Christmas to me is a celebration of birth, of the circle of life, of traditions, of memories, of promises, of joy, sometimes sadness, of love, of family and friends, of beginnings. 

Most of all, it is to rejoice in the birth of Christ.

 

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                                                            Christmas Mantle

 

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My favorite childhood ornament.  Santa used to be on a surfboard and he used to have arms, but I love it anyway!

 

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My first grade teacher, Miss Falvo, gave me this snowman and I kept it all these years.

 

 

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Front Door Decorations

 

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I would love to hear your Christmas

Stories!

Peace and Love, Goodwill to Men

K

The Lettered Cottage