Lucky Charms ~ by Gabby Angel


No, I am not talking about the cereal either! ūüėČ Although, I could ponder on the fact that there is really a cereal called Lucky Charms…Where do they come up with those cereal names anyway? Cute as can be those little marshmallow pieces, it does reel the kids in doesn’t it?¬†Oh my goodness I started to digress before I get to my title and just what I am talking about.
Back on track…Who actually has a lucky charm? Do you believe in them? Does anyone carry one with them at all times? Do you simply have to have your lucky charm and if you lost it, oh no! Why am I writing about this today? Well, a friend of both Autumn’s and mine lost her lucky charm a few days ago. We twinnies heard all about it, what is¬†our friend R.’s lucky charm? It’s a set of angel wings she always kept on her key chain, she had them for years and she considers them her lucky charm so to speak. I am not superstious, neither is the twinnie and we don’t have lucky charms…Sorry to disappoint!
Anyway, our friend R. was just plain ripping everything apart looking for it and just so distraught. I was ready to head over to help her search, she only lives about 5 miles away. My other thought was to try and find a replacement set of angel wings, but that wouldn’t have set well with R. she HAD to have the orginal and wouldn’t take kindly to a new set. I also wasn’t dumb enough to tell her they may be lost forever either.I am no fool, when it comes to certain things R. does denial quite well.I had already reminded her, that her angels were always around her. Yeah, she knew that but husband G. had gotten them for and they were special!
¬†So, I was getting ready to head out the door, anything to help out a friend, right? My phone rings and it’s R. again and she was all calmed down! Yay, her teenage son to the rescue…He had found the angel wings in her car! Peace was restored and R. had settled down from the panic attack and mad search she was on. We talked for a short while, agreeing to meet up in a couple days¬†for a scheduled get together…Yes, I reassured her the twinnie would be coming along, too.¬†Hanging up, I must tell you…My mind was whirling with this lucky charm business. How can a simple object be cause or reason¬†for if things go well, or they don’t? Why do some people insist on carrying them around and like our friend R. just devasted when said lucky charm goes missing?
Well, that seems to be my question of the day for you kind readers. Who carries a lucky charm in their possession? Who thinks they are silly or is of the mindset…We make our own luck? Inquiring twinnies would love to hear your opinion! ūüôā ūüôā

Earrings…I Never Leave Home Without Them ~By Gabby Angel


I admit it…I am hopelessly addicted to earrings! ūüôā What prompted this thought and this sharing? Well, I set off¬†with several¬†errands to do¬†earlier today and I had forgotten to put in a set of earrings!¬†I have this quirky thing, I don’t feel completely¬†dressed without a pair of earrings. Boring me, I am one of¬†the few who have only one hole pierced in each ear.

Autumn and I had our ears pierced by a favorite Aunt who was a nurse by pro fession. We were 15 years old, a little bit older than some…But our parents wanted to be sure we were old enough to be responsible. Can’t blame them for that…But the beast they unleashed when allowing me my piereced ears! I will confess the twinnie¬†isn’t quite as bad as me with this earring addiction. Even having 3 holes pierced in each of her ears.¬†Me, I am always on the lookout for a new and interestingly different and unusual pair.

I own so many, maybe close to a hundred and fifty¬†last count… way too many to count ¬†for this writing. My husband Dave also was good at finding unusual earrings for¬†me. He sure did add to my collection over the years!¬†Well, as I mentioned I never leave home without my earrings in…I was in a rush earlier and did forget. How does this affect me? I feel not quite pulled together and slightly off. I was only traveling 8 or 9¬†miles and making only a few stops…I would be OK wouldn’t I? Silently still berating myself for forgetting the earrings I walked into the post office, needing to pick up a package and some stamps. Luckily the postal clerk working was a girl I know, like a guy would understand my tale of woe. ūüėČ Jan was close to my age, so we had a little chat about my forgotten earrings. Thankfully she knows me, someone else would have thought me completely unbalanced perhaps. Jan reassured me it was going to be OK, but admitted she always looks forward when seeing me of what my earrings of the day would be. They are after all, a signature look for me…I left still feeling unsettled.

I drove up the road for several miles, when off to my right I noticed my favorite craft/gift shop was opened!¬†I would just go in and browse and maybe find a pair of earrings. ūüôā Oh my, am I just slightly neurotic sounding? I hope not, anyway I can’t seem to help myself. ūüėČ Natalie’s is a cool shop with a little bit of everything and one of my favorite places, run by a very sweet person who I always adore seeing. The bell on her door signaled my arrival and she smiled brightly and we greeted each other with a hug. It had been several¬†weeks since I had stopped in, a bit longer than usual. I told her of the earrings forgotten and she chuckled, Natalie knows well my obsession.

She laughed¬† saying a pair of earrings had come in the day before and had made her think of me and she had been tempted to call me about them. I must see them of course I said…happily walking with her to the earring display. Before Natalie could point them out, I spotted them…Those were meant for me and calling my name! Long strands of sterling¬†silver with tiny pieces of rose quartz and¬†several hearts, I loved them and must have them and they obviously were destined to be mine. Well within my budget, too…so I put them in my ears immediately and paid for them. Natalie and I chatted for 15-20 minutes and caught up a bit on things happening in our lives. Not exactly a planned stop for me, but I was now calm and back to my serene self. We hugged goodbye and I was grateful to have found Natalies shop open earlier than usual and to have gotten to have a lovely chat with her. As well as picked up my destined earrings!

Handmade earrings in sterling silver, glass, a...

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Back to my car and off to finish my other errands. The rest of my little trip went fine and I was back home before I knew it. Now, I¬†must end this post…I¬†have to¬†go count my earrings! ūüėČ I am kidding, but by now you are possibly¬† thinking Autumn is perhaps the more normal twin of the two of us twinnies! ūüôā ūüėČ

In the Shape of a Heart ~by Gabby Angel


I had listenend to my¬†Jackson Browne CD, just the other day “The Best of Jackson Browne”. Many good songs on that CD, but one song stuck in my mind. Not because of the lyrics exactly, but more the tune and the title of the song. It’s called “In the Shape of a Heart”, the song kept coming back to me more than¬†a few times. Then, an idea struck me! How many things do I own personally In the shape of a heart?

Surely I am not the only one who likes things shaped like a heart, of course not. I believe the most popular jewerly design is the heart and the cross. Right now we are talking hearts though. Although I do own a lot of cross earrings…Back to hearts, I can distract myself quite easily when thinking of earrings. At any rate, hearts and some of the odd, quirky or unusual things in the shape of a heart¬†that I own? Then all of you can think about what objects you own in the shape of a heart, too.

We ladies are drawn to the heart shaped objects, because it symbolizies love aren’t we? Or perhaps¬†because it makes us think of our own heart, if it’s an open and¬†loving one specifically. Looking around here are some examples of objects I own “In the shape of a heart”. One of my personal favorites a real heart shaped flat¬†rock, Dad found years ago. I do treasure that one, made by nature and found by my Dad. The next about a dozen craft type hearts: wooden, wicker,¬† hammered bronze and glass. A cute little tiny green colored¬†clock in a heart shape,¬†another clock of a kitty with a heart where the hands of the clock are located. A silver little heart shaped jewelry box, a cute little ceramic box, in the shape of a heart.¬†A couple suncatchers hanging¬†on my windows are very unusual and¬†heart shaped. Several sets of windchimes, too and I do love the sound of those, who doesn’t? A wooden shelf with heart cutouts, it a fairly large one and angels adorn that particular shelf. That’s a whole other blog, those angels. Several heart shaped picture frames, can’t forget those.

Too many, and I do mean¬†many, many¬†earrings that feature a heart in some fashion. Just some examples of some of my assortment of¬†heart shaped things. Oh my, to think a song started this blog…Jackson Browne I must salute you! Give the song a listen if you get a chance, he really is an awesome singer. If you listen to it please let me know if it kind of gets stuck in your head, won’t you? I would also be rather interested how many of you upon reading this were prompted to count your heart shaped objects, too.

I must now end this blog, I am off to take a count over at Autumn’s house.¬†I wonder how many objects I can find of hers in “The Shape of a Heart”?

The Jewelry Boxes…Made with Dad’s Love~BY Gabby Angel


The jewelry boxes of which I am speaking were made by our Dad. Autumn and I were going on four years old when he made us each these handcrated Jewelry boxes. So beautiful and special, made with lots of love.

Dad had a worshop where he made things, puttered around refurbishing and creating. It was a hobby, not what he did for a living. I often wondered why not…He was so good at it. When asked he would explain it was his hobby,¬†relaxing and something for pleasure.

These jewelry boxes were being made as a surprise for our 4th birthday. I have mine sitting on one of my dressers in my bedroom. Autumn has hers placed the same way, in her own home. These jewelry boxes have seen us both through the majority of our lives now. I opened mine earlier checking to see if a bracelet I was searching for was in there. It just struck me how many years I have had owned this beautiful piece of handcrafted love. How it had been taken with me on my moves throughout my life. Oh my,  if this jewelry box could only talk, I thought!

It was such a mainstay possession I felt guilty for a moment. Had I ever taken it for granted? Maybe once in a great while but very rarely. When I look at it I see love, so much love from Dad. Our Dad has been gone for 8 years, losing his cancer battle. We miss him terribly, it makes our jewelry boxes all that more cherished. While creating these jewelry boxes for Autumn and I he had to be so careful. We loved popping into his workshop unannounced and checking up on what he was doing. We were just always amazed at what we would find. Also loving to help ,we often took our little brooms and offered to sweep for him. Usually Mom could catch us in time, but not always.

Dad and Mom had been very careful during the time our jewelry boxes were being made. It was a total and complete surprise…They had pulled it off. For once the nosy inquisitive twinnies we could be,¬†didn’t ruin our own special surprise. I remember we both unwrapped these and looked at our very own jewelry boxes…We just both flew to Dad and hugged him tight! Neither Mom or Dad had told us he made the jewelry boxes, we just knew. I laugh thinking of our young selves and some of our silly little secret treasures we placed there. As we grew and the age changed…what those jewelry boxes held. They are special kind of a two part box with a top tray with special niches and up lift that up, there’s a whole large area of space.

I have never seen anything quite like them and of course never will. These were¬†very unique in design and made by Dad…With Love.