Thursday, December 31, 2009

More snow pictures from the backyard - Bert too!

Photography by: Cindy Williams

Monday, December 21, 2009

Christmas Memory

Christmas has always been a special time for me. Lights, music, food, family, giving, receiving, food… Did I say food? Yup – it’s made me the man I am today.

This’ll be my fourth Christmas in Boise. May not be a white one this year, but it’s sure to be colder than what I grew up with in So Cal. I’m remembering a Christmas we had in L.A. when I was a kid. We were in the Big House (that’s the Craftsman-style house we lived in, not a prison), and our 30-foot-long living room had two (2!) big Christmas trees on opposite sides of the fire place. I remember thinking how cool that was because there was way more room for presents, not that any present I got in that house could ever top the one I got in our previous house – the American Flyer model train. We often had cousins (well, their parents, too) staying with us because it was warm in L.A., and they were from Denver and Kalamazoo and other places that had that white stuff we only found in the mountains.

We were warm, happy, well-fed, and overwhelmed with toys (and books and socks). I’ve come to learn that not everyone is so fortunate or blessed. Some will spend this Christmas unsure of their next meal – what or where it will be, or whether it will be at all. Parents and kids alike. Our church, like so many others, has made a special effort this year to provide gifts of toys, warm clothing, and food. It’s amazing to see how good people in terrible economic times will give, many beyond their means, to help those whose situation may be only slightly worse than their own. God bless you all!

I'm including a poem I was led to write my first Christmas in Boise.

'Twas the World After Christmas

‘Twas the world after Christmas,
And all through the earth
Miraculous changes
Were caused by this birth.

Soiled hearts find a cleaning,
And a God who’s forgiving.
The people find meaning,
And a purpose for living.

The sick find a healing,
The lost find salvation,
A life more appealing,
A whole new creation.

The prisoners are freed,
The abused are restored.
Sad victims of greed
Find joy in the Lord.

In the name of this child
People have gone
To lands dark and wild
With news of the Son.

There’ve been hospitals built
To make sick bodies whole,
And churches as well
For healing the soul.

The downtrodden and hungry
Are cared for and fed.
The cold and uneasy
Sleep in a warm bed.

And one day the whole earth
Will start over anew.
There’ll be a grand rebirth,
We’ll shout, “Hallelu!”

This baby who came
To die for our sins
Is Jesus in whose name
The new life begins.

So, rise up and rejoice
For God’s Son is with men.
Give song to your voice,
Let your feet dance again.

Hear the angels that call
Through the grief and the strife,
“Merry Christmas to all,
And to all a blessed life!”

© Neal Visser 2006

A Sunday Walk Along the Boise River

Hard to believe how fast my weeks go. I keep telling myself to walk more... You know that little thing called exercise. With the change of the weather I ride the exercise bike when the days are icky outside. Every Sunday I take myself on a hike to view one of my favorite parts of the Boise River. I've meet many interesting people along the path - last picture. One man brings his captured hawk on his walks - forth picture down. Bert says hello to all the four legged creatures. I end up petting the dogs.

The pictures you are viewing are from one of my walks along the river near Barbara Park. [In the summer this is the starting spot to float the river.] We just had a good snow fall of about five inches. One reason I like this spot is you are in the city yet, wild life can be around you. I won't forget the time a bald eagle circled my head looking for a fish. Deer are know for this area. There are cattle way over there which had Ernie the Elk visited them. They claimed he was the elk that liked city life.

We had just finished our zero temperatures for numerous days. The blurred honey bee was alive when its picture was taken. Thank goodness my friend spoke real loud before my foot squashed the little guy. The bee was on the path trying to get enough energy to fly out of the snow ruts. Unfortunately my camera doesn't do close-ups very well. Or maybe its the operator? I'm amazed this little guy stayed with us until, we put him in a safe place. Kinda like spring mixed in with winter?

Heading back to the truck it dawned on me how our lives can be very fast pace. I'll admit mine has been a whirl wind. Where we don't take the time to enjoy, be joyful, rest or take a walk. How the days seem to fly by. Unless, we take the time to harness the speed we'll miss out on the little things of life. Like seeing a honey bee in the winter.

Saturday, December 12, 2009


Ever wondered what it all means? Why snow, cold, ice, fire? Why pain, joy, love, rejection, sorrow? Well, you’re not alone. More importantly, you are not alone. One of life’s purposes is to prepare us for life. A friend once told me, “God never wastes a hurt.” What you’ve been through, someone else is experiencing now. You can get them through it like you got through it.

If you’re struggling now – in distress, grief, illness, or fear – reach out, let others know. Someone in your circle has been there. And many more of us care. You matter to us – and to God.

With You In It

Even though the path ruts aim in directions not desired –
Even though the charcoal cumuli accumulate –
Even though the befriended are unusually unfriendly –
Even though the cacophony knows no quiet breaks –
Even though the rocky road is stumble-strewn –
Even though the skin of the soul bears the burn of bitter tears –
Even though the gates of heaven appear to be no gates at all –
Still the world’s a warm and pleasant place –
With you in it.

Like the fine and simple snow line on the bare branch of a tree –
Like the elegance of a single glistening snowflake –
Like the stillness of the early, darkened morning –
Like the pungent flavor of a cooling cup of coffee –
Like the comfort of some worn and welcome slippers –
Like the flickering brilliance of the candle in the corner –
Like the prayer whose answer starts before the praying –
The world’s a hyperbolic curve approaching perfect –
With you in it.

©2009 Neal Visser

Friday, December 11, 2009

Short stories of love

A four-year-old child, whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old Gentleman's' yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy just said, 'Nothing, I just Helped him cry.'


Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were
discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the
picture had a different hair color than the other members. One
of her students suggested that he was adopted.

A little girl said, 'I know all about Adoption, I was adopted.'

'What does it mean to be adopted?', asked another child.

'It means', said the girl, 'that you grew
in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy!'


On my way home one day, I stopped to
watch a Little League base ball game that was being
played in a park near my home. As I sat down behind the bench on
the first-base line, I asked one of the boys what the score was

'We're behind 14 to nothing,' he answered With a smile.

'Really,' I said. 'I have to say you don't look very discouraged.'

'Discouraged?', the boy asked with a Puzzled look on his face...

'Why should we be discouraged? We haven't Been up to bat yet.'


Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot
in life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott.

Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen.

On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement. 'Guess what,
Mom,' he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a
lesson to me....

'I've been chosen to clap and cheer.'


An eye witness account from New York City , on a cold day in December,some years ago: A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering With cold.

A lady approached the young boy and said, 'My, but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!'

'I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,'was the boy's reply.

The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water
and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.

She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel.

By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes.

She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him. She patted him on the head and said, 'No doubt, you will be more comfortable now.'

As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her.

'Are you God's wife?'

Monday, December 7, 2009

I was frustrated with Twitter until: He walked in.

A year ago is when my friend told me that I needed to Twitter, my prolonged silence got her to become very chatty about the website and its' uses. After several seconds of silence clipped by my reply was; "You've got to be kidding me."

She then informed me that anyone being anyone is doing the Twitter. At that time in my life I was working on writing a book and busy creating handcrafted items to help keep the needy, homeless and terminally ill warm. With all that on my plate who has time to play the 140 character game?

Like everyone else I set-up an account and after a couple of months I figured this was a waste of my time. Months later came back to the Twitter account; nothing all that fantastic or earth shattering happened until: he walked in. Chris Voss.

"Chris Voss is a Twitter / Social Media Consultant, owner of Strategix One Consulting"

Chris has his own show....

Being me, I had to see what all the fuss was about. To my relief Chris's videos were easy to follow. All of his blog posts are content worthy. I enjoy his professional manner mixed with humor.

Here are just two examples of our growth:

Through one of Chris's videos; his advice about had us grow from a ranking of 98/100 to 10/100 in just a couple of months. During the same time period with we are #1 in Boise and #2 in Idaho.

I could on and on with all of Chris's videos and how they have helped us grow at Twitter. But better yet just give his blog a try. What do have to lose?

One more thing before I let you go; Chris is a man of his word.Thank you, Chris for taking the time to help us here at Teaching Hands.

Friday, December 4, 2009

The darndest things GrandChildren say.

1. She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup, under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter, as she'd done many times before. After she applied her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, "But Gramma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!" I will probably never put lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye....

2. My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, 62. My grandson was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, "Did you start at 1?"

3. After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, "Who was THAT?"

4. A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: "We used to skate outside on a pond I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods." The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she said, "I sure wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!"

5. My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, "Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?" I mentally polished my halo and I said, "No, how are we alike?'' "You're both old," he replied.

6. A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather's word processor. She told him she was writing a story. "What's it about?" he asked. "I don't know," she replied. "I can't read."

7. I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last, she headed for the door, saying, "Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these, yourself!"

8. When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered, "It's no use Grandpa.. Now the mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights."

9. When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, "I'm not sure." "Look in your underwear, Grandpa," he advised, "mine says I'm 4 to 6."

10. A second grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, "Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today." The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool "That's interesting," she said, "how do you make babies?" "It's simple," replied the girl. "You just change 'y' to 'i' and add 'es'."

11. Children's Logic: "Give me a sentence about a public servant," said a teacher. The small boy wrote: "The fireman came down the ladder pregnant." The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. "Don't you know what pregnant means?" she asked. "Sure," said the young boy confidently. 'It means carrying a child."

12. A grandfather was delivering his grandchildren to their home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog's duties. "They use him to keep crowds back," said one child. "No," said another. "He's just for good luck." A third child brought the argument to a close."They use the dogs," she said firmly, "to find the fire hydrants."

13. A 6-year-old was asked where his grandma lived. "Oh," he said, "she lives at the airport, and when we want her, we just go get her.. Then, when we're done having her visit, we take her back to the airport."

14. Grandpa is the smartest man on earth! He teaches me good things, but I don't get to see him enough to get as smart as him!

15. My Grandparents are funny, when they bend over; you hear gas leaks, and they blame their dog.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

This is what Christmas is all about...

Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.

After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard.

"Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight."

I was really upset then.

Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the old, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand.I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high side boards on.

After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood - the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? Yeah," I said, "Why?"

"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt."

That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. Shoes, they're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt, could we come in for a bit?"

Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.

"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.

"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak.

My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us."

In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.

Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.

Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, May the Lord bless you, I know for certain that He will."

Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that, but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."

I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children.

For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

Don't be too busy today. Share this inspiring message. God bless you!
Stay safe, stay smart, stay low, but most of all pray for our men and women overseas. Sincerely,

Charles T. Cabaniss
Captain Rock Hill PD
135th FBI NA
120 E. Black St.
Rock Hill, S.C. 29730
Happiness is not "getting what you want" ..
but is "wanting what you got".

Thursday, November 19, 2009

LUV our Volunteers

Teaching Hands Introducing Bert

Bert is a lover. My days are full of kisses. Sometimes his tongue will dart in and out of my mouth. Ick! In his world the day is great as long as mommy [me] is in his sites. We will be faced with many changes because, of Teaching Hands. Another location will be added besides home and the truck.

He is my shadow when food is involved. Or when I was gone for minutes. There are those accidents when I step on him. He gets under foot while I'm cooking. Grapefruit is one of Bert's favorite. He enjoys all veggies except for mushrooms. Yes, he loves any type of meat. During the summer I bbq him a hamburger. In general Bert loves people food.

Bert is a tea cup, long haired Chihuahua. He is under 5lbs unless he's eaten his burger. This little guy is all muscle. Can't say this about his owner. My goal is to be in the physical shape he's in. The prior sentence is another story of its own.

One of Bert's playmates is Dallas a Great Dane. When Bert escapes, I'll find him in Dallas's yard down the street. Bert knows he's in deep trouble with me. He'll give me his cutest look he can muster.

We have the four seasons in Boise, Idaho. Most pet owners put their small pets in coats, sweaters to keep them warm. Bert will have none of that. He prefers sunspots and blankets. Bert will growl at you if you should make the mistake in trying to move him.

The truck that I drive is Bert's truck. His home away from home. This includes a blanket, toys, water, treats and his leash. He guards it with his might. Depending on the weather he'll ride with me. Bert doesn't go with me into public buildings. When I come back there is a slathering of kisses.

Since a puppy Bert has been socialize. He loves to meet other dogs. Not so much with people. They are giants to him. Most people believe him to be a puppy. No, I say. He's five years old.

On we travel to another adventure with Teaching Hands. Not sure where its all going to take me. One thing I do know, there is a cute dog waiting to kiss me all over.

Thursday, November 12, 2009



Cindy Williams
Teaching Hands


Boise, ID - November 12, 2009 - Teaching Hands is a unique nonprofit that is developing a community through the arts. September of 2008, our volunteers handcrafted items for the needy and terminally ill to keep them warm. In return they acquired new skills. While meeting at the Library! @ Hillcrest we helped: Boise Rescue Mission, Inter Faith Sanctuary, Saint Luke's Foundation and Women and Children's Alliance. Today this doesn't exist. Because, we do not have the start-up funds (23 million), to continue with.

Toward the end of August in 2008, Williams held an awareness event at the Library! @ Hillcrest. This was to let the public know we were headed toward major difficulties for the needy. The conference table was full of hats and scarves, Williams handcrafted herself. Two children came into the room. They were taken in by all the colors and different designs. The boy asked how much. I stated, "They are free." Out they went . Several minutes later grandpa and everyone picked what they needed, "God Bless You." grandpa whispered.

Tim Woodward of the Idaho Statesman did an article about Teaching Hands, March 2009. We grew from approximately 18-23 participants to 35-40. We had an inter-generational group ranging in ages from 8-88 years of age. The Library! @ Hillcrest was filled to the brim. During our stay the volunteers managed to fill numerous bags with handcrafted items for the community. And helped others to learn new skills free of charge.

In February of 2009, Williams called the Boise Rescue Mission to see if they needed three lawn and leaf bags full of handcrafted items. Yes, they did. The men were so cold they didn't care about wearing the ladies hats. Williams was told that 2008 was the "easy year" from what was yet to come in the years that ahead. There was no "easy" aspect for Teaching Hands as they unable to keep up. The last sentence of that phone conversation still rings in Williams ears, "They are freezing out there."

Teaching Hands is a free service to help the community develop skills through the arts. The volunteers are ready to get back to work and make these necessary handcrafted items for the community. They are more than happy to share their skills and help anyone else to learn.

For more information: or
Phone: 208-343-4725


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Can Small Nonprofits Reap Success With Social Media? (Giving away a copy of Twitter for Dummies)

"With the big holiday charitable giving season just around the corner, there's a host of cause-related giving campaigns waiting in software launch and nonprofits gearing up for their end-of-the-year efforts. Some will launch sooner, while others have already swung into action.

Take for example Big Warm Up, a campaign by Lands End to encourage people to donate winter coats to homeless people. This cause-related campaign has a big fancy web site and nonprofit partners. They've also taken a leaf from Mom's Rising's playbook and have videos that you can customize

After last week's social media workshop, a gentleman from a local nonprofit came up to me and said, "Well this social media stuff is all fine and good for large national advocacy organizations, but it is not very relevant for small or regional organizations with really tight resources."

And many small, grassroots nonprofits may look at big beautiful flash web sites and giving campaigns
knowing that they probably won't have corporate sponsorship at that levels.

Whenever I get this question, I wonder myself. Is social media appropriate or relevant for smaller resource strapped organizations?

Today, I got an email from a blog reader, Cindy Williams, who is the founder of a nonprofit, Teaching Hands" They are located in Boise, Idaho. Cindy's nonprofit teaches kids and adults to knit hats and sweaters for less fortunate people in their community. Cindy wrote:

"A couple of months ago I was reading an article about Twitter and went to your blog. At the time was getting my feet on the ground with social networking. I set-up a Twitter account, forgot it, figured a waste of time, until now. I connected with @chrisvoss and learned from his videos how to use Twitter to help my organization.

Today, we are listed as #21/100 from Twitterholic in Boise, Id. From my knowledge we are the only nonprofit in the top 100. We have people around the world talking with us. Building bridges with other nonprofits around the world. We received our first business hiring us as their charity of choice to send proceeds to.

Thank you, for encouraging the little guy like me to tackle social networking. "

So, if your thinking that social media is just for corporate giants and fancy flash web sites to support national campaigns or chains and has no value if you doing work in your local community - think again. Be like Cindy Williams and give it a try.

* What do you have to lose with small low risk investment?
* What do you have lose by having the conversation?
* What is the cost of not participating?

And, if you are small organization and have succeeded, I want to hear about it.

Leave a comment sharing how you're using social media to support your organization's work in a local community or regional effort and using a shoe string budget to do it. And, if you could win a copy of "Twitter for Dummies" that the good folks from Wiley just sent me.

Update: Julio disagrees. He feels that small nonprofits should "just say no" to social media and focus their limited resources elsewhere. I think they should open the conversation and look at what they're doing, what's working and start experiment. It's possible get started without a major investment. What's the opportunity cost?

What do you think?

More articles from Beth. clicking here.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

TeachingHands: Indy request - duct tape bracelets

"Okay, you girls on the Indy wanted to know how to make a duct tape bracelet, so here's me on the floor of my bedroom telling you how. :D And BTW, see that string bracelet on my right wrist?"

TeachingHands: How to Make Rubber Band Bracelets.

"I've been promising this one for awhile. Sorry it took me so long; school has taken up a lot of my time lately. Add me:"

TeachingHands: Plastic Bag Bracelet

Another easy project to use up your plastic bags that are collected after shopping. This video does the knot your strip add bead, knot, add another bead. This might be a simple project for the crochet chain stitch too. An area to play with.

Have fun with this.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

TeachingHands: How to Crochet Easy Pot Holders

"When crocheting easy pot holders, use two strands of yarn in order to make the pot holders useful, meaning that they will prevent the hands from being burned. Discover how to make a chain of 10 to..."

You might start with a K hook to see if gauge is correct. The stitches need to be tight but, not puckering. Don't want to burn yourself or another person. Quick gift for the holiday season. Let us know how your Pot Holder turned out.

TeachingHands: How to Crochet Animals

You must know how to crochet for this video to work for you. Many pictures are posted to give you ideas. Have fun with this.

"When crocheting animals, most animals begin with a body that is a tube or a circle and a head that is a tube or a circle, and these two pieces are then crocheted together. Find out how to stuff..."

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

TeachingHands: Twitter and Iphone App Review #1

My Twitter and Iphone App Review series on The Chris Voss Show. I Review, Cooliris, Fluent Mobile. http://www.thechrisvossshow...

Friday, October 30, 2009

TeachingHands: CRAFT Video: Hemming Pants

Are your pants too long? Learn this basic sewing project to make them fit perfectly, and save a trip to the tailor.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

TeachingHands: Quickie, How-to Crochet a Flower, Threadbanger

"Ever wonder how to crochet those cute little appliques? Wonder no more- check out this quickie guide that takes you through the steps of crocheting!"

The video is fast paced for a crocheter learning. There were times I pushed the pause button to keep up. Remember you can hit pause, then play again.

Have fun with this!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Teaching Hands: Amazing SIX Year Old Singer

"She's not only adorable - but dead on! Watch this amazing 6 year old sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow PERFECTLY on Britain's Got Talent. Even Simon was impressed! WOW. "

Teaching Hands: Kids Group Belly Dancers

Belly dancing was once a weekly lesson for me to attend. We worked hard yet, it was almost a relaxing form of dancing. I'll admit this wasn't during my childhood. We didn't have belly dancing lessons when I was little.

Enough about me. Gee, I get rambling along...

The girls in this video are wonderful. Such talent. Fantastic group of dancers to watch. Enjoy!

Pretty Cute

If you are down about the weather being a little cooler lately, this funny, cute video will warm the musical dance side of your heart. I hope you will enjoy this video as much as I have!


Teaching Hands: Mini Dancers Russia

You can spare 2:53 minutes of your day to watch these awesome children dance in a Russian reality show. You will not be disappointed. They are amazing.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Teaching Hands: You're Never Too Old

A video from my friends at Wisdomalacarte that has left a smile on my face and heart.

Teaching Hands: Crochet Towel Topper

This video will teach you how to make a crochet towel topper. These are great cause your towel won't fall on the floor. Teresa has once again done a terrific job. Perhaps a hostess idea for the holiday season. Or for your own kitchen.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Teaching Hands: Crochet a hat!

"THIS VIDEO was made for a friend who ALREADY KNOWS HOW TO CROCHET. I am not teaching beginners to crochet. In fact, my goal with this was simply to SHOW A FRIEND how I make a hat."

A beginner will be frustrated with the speed of instructions and filming. You can always hit the pause button as you watch. Again, this is a fast pace video for a beginner. And the video was made for a friend who knows how to crochet.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Teaching Hands: Awareness Crochet Ribbon - Breast Cancer

This video will show you how to make a little pink ribbon in recognition of Breast Cancer Awareness.

tjw1963 - Teresa comment:

"I am sorry for the loss of you mother. This would be pretty in thread too so you can make it elegant with jewels. I want to make one with little beads on it."

Monday, October 12, 2009

Teaching Hands:DIY Aprons, Threadbanger

I'm on overload with all of the apron ideas running through my head from this video. Which reminds me that I have old material laying around too. Perhaps the aprons can be gifts for family and friends? Hm...

Teaching Hands: Indie Clothing, Chaos Clothing, Threadbanger

Take a look at what you can DIY for your wardrobe. Complete independence from corporate fashion. There are numerous ideas from the 18 year old designer. Her idea to jazz or punk out a pair of pants seems rather easy.

Teaching Hands;Thrift Stores, Goodwill, Cute Kitties, Threadbanger

Cool and easy ideas for you to create a new wardrobe. All from your local thrift store. The sock puppets are funny.

Teaching Hands:New York Fashion, Street Vendors, Punk Fashion, Threadbanger

This video was created two years ago yet, worth a look. Corrine and Rob show you several artist and their handmade items. Aren't the stuffed toys cute. Had no idea one could do that to a t-shirt let alone shoes.

The end of this video will teach you how to sew on a button, good to know.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Plastic Bag Crochet - CRAFT Video Podcast

The morning has flown by with one phone call on top of the next. No, I'm not a social butterfly more of wheeling and dealing. Yes, lots of coffee was consumed. Switched to water to keep myself at a calmer pace. Less rambling for you to read.

Let's talk about Cristen.

She's an amazing woman who has taken her talent of crocheting and mixed it in with recycling. No typo here with the word recycling.

Cristen will show you how to cut the plastic bags to make your ball of yarn. She will show you a couple of her ideas.

Teaching Hands found a huge bag of plastic bags sitting in our recycle bin. Since it was sitting at the very top, yanked it out. We will post our recycled projects in the near future.

We welcome your projects too.

Gotta dash the phone is ringing once again.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Teaching Hands: Wire and Bead Rings - Crafts Beautiful January 2008: Jewelry

Finding a quality video can take time on my part. This morning I'm on cup three of the fresh brewed stuff. While sipping the steaming cup of joe realized I found a winner. You will be able to follow every step in making yourself a new ring.

Some of the videos are too short with minimal content. They are like ordering a hamburger without the burger. Ick. I try my best not to post these for you.

Back to the cute ring.

The designer Corrin used silver plated wire, buttons and some gem stones. The button ring looked easy to do by Corrin's directions. She made mention that these work up real quick. And you can use these as a fund raiser for your nonprofit.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Monday, October 5, 2009

Pretty Lady

Hello, Pretty Lady!

You have been hit.

You have been considered one of the 10 prettiest
ladies I know with one of the kindest, warmest and
loving heart that I have met on my journey thus far!

My life would certainly be different if I had not met you
and you had not chosen to let me into a part of your life.

Since you have been hit, you have to hit 10 pretty
ladies with kind, warm and loving hearts.

If you get hit again you know you're really pretty and kind.

So hit 10 pretty ladies to let them know they
are pretty -- both on the inside and the outside
- and that they are loved and cared for.


All you are asked to do is keep this circulating
(even if to one person).

In memory of anyone you know that has
been struck by cancer.
*Contributed by an email sent to me from my amazing aunt RiverEyes!

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Teaching Hands Sharing Finger_Knitting

Some where in my archives of blogger this video has been posted. Trying to this is like a needle in a haystack. Or perhaps its because of my lack of patients with things like this. LOL

Anywho, here is a video that will teach you to finger knit. Have your beginner knitter try this first. Does help to give knitting a positive adventure.


Teaching Hands Sharing Crochet Star Stitch

Teresa takes you through four rows on the Crochet Star Stitch. Her easy to follow instruction makes this another project for you. Since there are numerous projects needing my immediate attention not sure when I'll get to this one.

However, this looks like a lot of fun to do.

Puff Stitch Crochet Scarf

This video runs for 8:34 which, may seem to be a long time. Its not cause Teresa is very thorough with her instructions. The Puff Stitch gives your scarf a different texture that you won't find at WalMart, K-Mart or your local mall.

Imagine your friends surprise when you make then a handcrafted scarf. :-)

Saturday, October 3, 2009

You Make a Difference

You are receiving this because you DO make a difference. Please take a moment and click on the link below. It will be well worth your time!

*Contributed by an email sent to me from my amazing aunt RiverEyes. Please send it home to someone who you care most about. Although, it may evoke tears it is worth everyting to watch.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Goodwill, Flower Children, Recycled Clothing, Threadbanger

Be sure to write down the links as Corrine discusses them. They will give you many places to look on line. You may find some new clothes to make out of your old ones.

One new shirt required scissors- no sewing.

The Flower children are just adorable.Included is a theory about crafts and art.

Lots of things for you to create in this video. Have fun!

Tips for Beginner Sewers, Threadbanger

Too many sewing tips for me to type out. I suggest you take a look at the 4:59 video. One idea we'll be using at the Teaching Hands art studio. This will be fun.

Ho´oponopono Cleaning Tool in Just Six Words

Everyone needs tools in their tool box. You'll never find a carpenter with their tools. In this video are two tools for you to use. They will help you with in having a better life. Part 2 will be posted soon.

What is Ho´oponopono?

An interesting practice in letting go. Hope by posting this video we might be able to help another person. Let us know what you think.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Blonde cookbook


It's fun to cook for Tom. Today I made angel food cake. The recipe said beat 12 eggs separately. The neighbors were nice enough to loan me some extra bowls.


Tom wanted fruit salad for supper. The recipe said serve without dressing. So I didn't dress. What a surprise when Tom brought a friend home for supper


A good day for rice. The recipe said wash thoroughly before steaming the rice.. It seemed kind of silly but I took a bath anyway. I can't say it improved the rice any.


Today Tom asked for salad again I tried a new recipe. It said prepare ingredients; lay on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving. Tom asked me why I was rolling around in the garden..


I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said put the ingredients in a bowl and beat it. There must have been something wrong with this recipe. When I got back, everything was the same as when I left.

Tom did the shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it for Sunday. I don't have any clothes that fit it, and for some reason Tom keeps counting to ten.

Tom's folks came to dinner. I wanted to serve roast but all I had was hamburger. Suddenly I had a flash of genius.. I put the hamburger in the oven and set the controls for roast. It still came out hamburger, much to my disappointment.

GOOD NIGHT DEAR DIARY. This has been a very exciting week! I am eager for tomorrow to come so I can try out a new recipe on Tom. If I can talk Tom into buying a bigger oven, I would like to surprise him with a chocolate moose.


Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $3500 Tux rental-$75. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.

Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

Your underwear is $3.99 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough . You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original colour. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.

You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one colour for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.

You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier.

Send this to the women who can handle it and to the men who will enjoy reading it.

{Shirley sent this to me via email. She enjoys sharing humor and heart-felt stories.}

Monday, September 28, 2009

Introduction to Hand Spindles......a basic primer

There is a ton of information in this video about hand spindles. The creator of the video shows you a variety to choose from.

Through this lesson I learn the spindle I'm using is harder to do - low whorl. Very effective yet slower method. Drafting is difficult for me. Talk about fumble fingers. LOL. One of these days there will be yarn to use?

This evening the spindle will come out of the box while its given another try. What's that saying? Practice makes perfect. See what you can do in a half an hour.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

The Unwanted Boy

A seminary professor was vacationing with his wife in Gatlinburg , TN. One morning, they were eating breakfast at a little restaurant, hoping to enjoy a quiet, family meal. While they were waiting for their food, they noticed a distinguished looking, white-haired man moving from table to table, visiting with the guests. The professor leaned over and whispered to his wife, 'I hope he doesn't come over here.' But sure enough, the man did come over to their table.

'Where are you folks from?' he asked in a friendly voice.
' Oklahoma ,' they answered.
'Great to have you here in Tennessee ,' the stranger said.. 'What do you do for a living?'
'I teach at a seminary,' he replied.

'Oh, so you teach preachers how to preach, do you? Well, I've got a really great story for you.' And with that, the gentleman pulled up a chair and sat down at the table with the couple.

The professor groaned and thought to himself, 'Great .. Just what I need ....another preacher story!'

The man started, 'See that mountain over there? (pointing out the restaurant window). Not far from the base of that mountain, there was a boy born to an unwed mother. He had a hard time growing up, because every place he went, he was always asked the same question, 'Hey boy, Who's your daddy?' Whether he was at school, in the grocery store or drug store, people would ask the same question, 'Who's your daddy?'

He would hide at recess and lunch time from other students. He would avoid going in to stores because that question hurt him so bad. 'When he was about 12 years old, a new preacher came to his church. He would always go in late and slip out early to avoid hearing the question, 'Who's your daddy?'
But one day, the new preacher said the benediction so fast that he got caught and had to walk out with the crowd.

Just about the time he got to the back door, the new preacher , not knowing anything about him, put his hand on his shoulder and asked him, 'Son, who's your daddy?'

The whole church got deathly quiet. He could feel every eye in the church looking at him Now everyone would finally know the answer to the question, 'Who's your daddy?'

'This new preacher, though, sensed the situation around him and using discernment that only the Holy Spirit could give, said the following to that scared little boy.. 'Wait a minute! I know who you are! I see the family resemblance now, You are a child of God.'
With that he patted the boy on his shoulder and said, 'Boy, you've got a great inheritance. Go and claim it.'

'With that, the boy smiled for the first time in a long time and walked out the door a changed person. He was never the same again. Whenever anybody asked him, 'Who's your Daddy?' he'd just tell them , 'I'm a Child of God..''

The distinguished gentleman got up from the table and said, 'Isn't that a great story?'
The professor responded that it really was a great story!

As the man turned to leave, he said, 'You know, if that new preacher hadn't told me that I was one of God's children, I probably never would have amounted to anything!' And he walked away..

The seminary professor and his wife were stunned. He called the waitress over & asked her, 'Do you know who that man was -- the one who just left that was sitting at our table?'

The waitress grinned and said, 'Of course. Everybody here knows him. That's Ben Hooper. He's governor of Tennessee !'

Someone in your life today needs a reminder that they're one of God's children!

'The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of God stands forever.' ~~Isaiah


Ben W. Hooper

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Ben Walter Hooper (1870–1957) was governor of the U.S. State of Tennessee from 1911 to 1915.

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Hooper, who was of illegitimate birth, spent part of his childhood in an orphanage, was unofficially "adopted" by members of his rural Baptist church, and was belatedly acknowledged by his natural father, a prominent physician. He was a native of Newport in Cocke County, Tennessee. He was admitted to the bar in 1894, and served in the state legislature. He was a captain of the 6th U.S. Volunteer Infantry in the Spanish-American War of 1898, and nominated by the Republicans for governor in 1910 over Alfred A. Taylor. His initial Democratic opponent, incumbent Governor Malcolm R. Patterson, despite winning the nomination withdrew from race due to differences among Democrats, which in turn led to the nomination of United States Senator and three-term former governor) Robert Love Taylor, younger brother of Alf Taylor.

Then the Prohibition issue badly split the Democrats and a faction of them called "Independents" endorsed Hooper, the challenger for governor, leading to his election. During legislative sessions Hooper's administration employed armed guards. Nonetheless, he was reelected in 1912, but was subsequently defeated for a third term in 1914 by Democrat Thomas C. Rye, a Prohibition advocate. During his terms, early child labor laws were enacted and school attendance was made compulsory for young children provided that they lived within a realistic walking distance of a school. The method of the death penalty was changed from hanging to electrocution.

Hooper continued the practice of law after his time as governor and maintained a keen interest in public affairs and Republican politics until just before his death in 1957. He wrote an autobiography, The Unwanted Boy, and was widely regarded in East Tennessee as an inspirational figure.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Continental knitting demo

For over twenty years I've been knitting the American style - throwing the yarn. Last winter I was told how to do the Continental. Let's just say we did not get along.

After watching this video I found out why. I'm looking forward in trying the Continental once again since, you can go faster. Plus, there is less wear and tear on my body. Maybe I can get those three hats completed before next year?

How to Knit a Scarf

This is an easy scarf using the garter stitch. All you do is knit, knit and more knitting. You can make scarves for gifts or yourself. What size needles are your favs?

BRITNEY SPEARS I'M A SLAVE 4 U Make up inspired look

No Britney dissing here. This video will teach you to have eyes just like her's.


Have no idea what sharkskin MAC eye make-up is. Yet, the talent from the make- up artist is wonderful. She made fairy eyes before my own eyes. We will be posting more on fairy eyes as we get closer to our annual Fairy-Ball on the last Saturday in February, 2010. Until then we'll focus on Halloween! More videos are on the way for your viewing pleasure and how to.

Eco Halloween Make-up, Threadbanger

For all you Halloween fans; The video gives you an easy make-up recipe for scaring those around you.

Crochet Beret Cap - Part Two

Now you have completed a Beret cap. Perhaps you'll make some for Christmas gifts. Leslee reminded me that we are down to three months. No worries! Your secret is safe with me.
Let us know how you did?

Crochet Beret Cap - Part One

Simple stitches; chain and HDC (half double crochet) are used in this video. Teresa also posts the pattern as she does a round in the video. I'm off to find part 2.

Yarn Pom Pom - Crochet

Now all of the young ladies in our group can create pom-poms. I'll spare you the snafu's of my teachings. Happy pom-pom making!

Weekend Project: DIY Drawer Organizer

A great idea for organized kitchen drawers! The video makes this rather simple. My problem lies in keeping straight lines. lol

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Too Busy for a Friend?

TOO Busy for a Friend?

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as
the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual..

On Monday she gave each student his or her list.. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they
discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter... The
exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with
themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before... He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin..

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her.
'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said:
'Mark talked about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times... The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album..'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end
one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and
important. Tell them, before it is too late.

One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful..

If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there
is probably at least someone for whom you care.

you'r e 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this
message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little
thing that would make a difference in your relationships?

more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to
those you care about.

Remember, you reap what you sow.. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You are

Thursday, September 17, 2009

How to Knit - The Basics

Great video to learn American style knitting - you throw the thread. Funky music to listen to. What will your first project be?

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

How to Crochet Lesson 2

I found it! Last week I posted Beth's video that was part 1 to this one. You'll see it in the archive list. Enjoy making granny squares.

Learn to Crochet

This is great to learn the beginning stitches: chain and single crochet (sc). You can create a wash-cloth by sc back and forth. Feeling a bit inspired? Make a scarf.