A few of my favourite things...

On BHLDN

Little Leaf Placeholders

(I think these would be adorable on the tables.

Maybe I could make something that looked more real)

Glass Swallow Confection Jars

(These would be great if you wanted candy as your favours)

Crinkle Fans

(A nice idea if you're having an outdoor wedding.

Helps the guests stay cool, and could double as

a wedding favour.)

Sweets For Your Sweet Bag

(Again goes with the 'candy for favours' idea)

Sliced Vine Lanterns

(Wouldn't these look darling hanging from tree branches for an

outdoor wedding?)

Giving Tree Votive

(A bunch of these of differing heights would look gorgeous

as centrepieces on the tables with some foliage around them)

Offshoot Cake Server

(Sweet little twiggy cake server - I love outdoor themed decor!)

Pink and sweet... First cake attempt

Well, its not perfect, but its better than it would be if it wasn't at all...
This is my first attempt at making a cake that's more than just a round or rectangular cake.  Its supposed to be a hand bag for Eden's birthday.  I guess I'm fairly satisfied with it, and I'm pretty sure Eden will like it, so that's all that matters right now. 

I iced and began decorating it last night.  If I had known that the blue m&ms would melt and get blue dye dripping down the pink icing, I would've waited till today to do that part.  So I had some patching up to do.  But now I know for next time.

Beth

Interesting Webpage

Hey, check this out and have some fun!  Anybody can make music!
http://www.incredibox.fr/

Beth

So In Love...

Here's a song that I recently wrote...

V.1
I don't know if you understand
What you're doing to me
Just the simple touch of your hand
Distracts me so I cannot see
Anything that's around me
All I see is you

Ch.
I have looked all over the world and found
There is no-one like you
One look from you takes my breath away
I'm so in love with you

V.2
This sweet anguish of passion
Is cutting me straight to the heart
The look in your eyes is heaven
And I feel the love you impart
Every day you astound me
'Cause every day is new

Chorus

Bridge
We'll be together forever and no-one can sever
The love that we share
You show me that I can know that
Wherever I go you will always be there

Written by Beth Dyck on July 24th 2010

The Memory Of Trees

So Enya has this album called "The Memory Of Trees", and I was listening to it and wondering what trees would remember if they could think and feel,  see, smell, and hear.  I imagined them waking up from an enchanted slumber, and stretching limb and leaf toward the sky.  Feeling  the sun, they'd think, "What is that warmth on my leaves?  Oh, sun, I remember!"  They'd wiggle their roots in the cool, hard dirt, deep below the grass.  They'd say, "What's that I hear?  Birds!  Water!  I remember.. I remember!"  So, while I was listening to Enya, I decided to write a poem; a poem about 'The Memory of Trees...'

Sun and rain, wind and snow

In the memory of trees

Long green grass grows far below

Branches moved by breeze

Flood and drought, fire and storm

Did these old boughs mar

These trees with time and trials formed

Lithe and strong, yet scarred

Branches stretching to the sky

Reaching for the sun

While far below the soil lie

Roots entwined as one

Birds on limbs and branches nest

Bees in hives abide

Squirrels in nooks and crannies rest

Hiding nuts inside

Hunts and wars, and lovers' trysts

Encounters more than these

From lifetimes past, do still exist

In the memory of trees


Beth

Stuck

I sit here, staring at a blank page.

Ok, so its not blank anymore...
Its been blasted hot out lately, with quite a few storms that include thunder, lightning, uber-strong winds, torrential rains, and/or walnut-sized hail. (Very unusual for the Okanagan; they haven't seen stuff like this in like twenty years!) I've been getting up at 6 to go to work so I can quit earlier because of the heat. After work, I either do a lot, or I don't do much, but no matter what I do or don't do, I don't do anything creative. Nothing artistic. I haven't written a song in almost a year. I can't draw. I don't know how to paint. Playing music feels boring right now. Its hot, I feel creatively constipated, and I think I may just go crazy. And I'm thinking this in an eerily monotone voice. In my head. As I write. Good grief I'm bored! Even when I'm so stinkin' busy that I don't have time to be bored I'm bored. Dunno how that's possible, but it must be somehow. I thought that after all the lessons and recitals and things had ended at the beginning of summer, that I would have time, energy and motivation to be creative; artistic. I don't. Heck, I dunno if I even remember how to be creative. I don't want to pick up my guitar. I don't want to try and write a song or poem. I don't want to go plunk away on the piano. I don't want to try to draw or paint, because I know it won't look good. But something deep down inside me is dying to imagine, to concoct; to dream up and fashion... something... anything! But what? How? I think I'm stuck.