Winner of Our New Beginnings Contest!

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Many Hands Market Place - Kazuri West

The contest ended some days ago but with the July 4 long weekend, we didn’t pull out the winner’s name out of the hat until today!

samunnat nepal beads

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redefining self (part 3)

If you’ve been following this blog, thank you! This has been a difficult assignment put before by WordPress but, I had to give you a little bit of background information.  It has run the gamut of thoughts, feelings and emotions in remembering that one moment in time that totally changed my life forever.  I will admit writing this piece has been painful, as I wanted to push it away, and not finish the task that was put before me but, also remembering the fun and joy of living my life with all the “good times” are worth sharing this intimate part of myself with you, my reader.  At the end of this, my hope is that it helped another human being in some way, shape or form . . . so I continue this journey.

It’s 1987, I am remarried after 7 years and working as an Instructor for the Ohio State School of Cosmetology. [this is a bit difficult as I struggle with the events that occur, so bear with me].

One day while I was working with 65 of our students on clinic floor mind you, not all at the same time! I would be called upon to check an individual’s haircut or chemical service, etc . . . when all of a sudden I turned to help another student and somehow injured my leg to the point, of bearly being able to walk but, I finished out the day. When I got home I was in excuriating pain, and rested on the couch until bedtime. I made it up the stairs, one step at a time got into my jammies, and soon fell fast asleep, as I had to get up the next morning, and open the school for that day. At 4:00 am I was awakened with unbearable pain in my right leg so, I slid myself sideways and sat up on the edge of the bed, with both feet on the floor. When I arose up out of the bed, I fell straight down and hit both knees upon the floor, letting out a scream that woke my husband at the time, up! Soon afer I was able to call my senior instructor, and let her know that I would not be able to open the school at 7:30 am. My husband helped me get into our vehicle as he then drove me to the nearest emergency room. I told the examining doctor that I thought my leg was broke, he felt it and then ordered x-rays be taken but, upon reading the films of my leg, it appeared to not have been the case. Instead the doctor said to me, “You did a pretty good job of pulling every ligament, and tedon out in your leg!” Well, I thought to myself, at least it wasn’t broken. So, they wrapped my leg with what seemed to be miles of ace bandages, handed me a pair of crutches, and sent me home. The instructions from the attending doctors were to use the crutches for 5 days in order to let that leg heal itself, and get plenty of bed rest.

Painting on a canvas…

strikingly beautiful! serenity comes to my mind . . . thanks for sharing



Paintingthe view frommy balcony

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redefining self (Part 1) series

What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

There has always been that artistic side to myself, whether it be my first experience of feeling the plaster of paris oozing between my fingers as I made an image of my hand! in kindergarden. Maybe you did this too . . .  how exciting was that! 

We’ll fast forward to my early twenties.  After having two children and my first marriage ending in divorce, I had to really sit down and contemplate what I was going to do with my life, how was I going to take care of myself, my children, pay bills, etc . . . .  I had been out in the workforce since I was 16 years old, as a salesperson, housekeeper for hotel/motels, and a nursing home assistant.  Needless to say, I think, I had very good work ethics, as I did not shy away from having to work hard at whatever job I was doing.  But, I wanted to become someone . . . something more and be able to utilize my artistic talent in some way, shape or form.  

It was 1981 when I made the conscious decision to enroll myself into The Ohio State School of Cosmetology.  At the time, I figured I was satisfying my need to express myself artistically, and pursue a career that I could take those learned skills, and work anywhere.  I loved it!  I worked hard and advanced quickly to become a gold tag “stylist” when I graduated school in 1982, I left there having earned the Silver Certificate of Achievement.  Soon after, I passed the State of Ohio Board exams and became a licensed Cosmetologist.   I was ready to take on the world of professional hairdesigning!

**Continue this journey with me, until next time . . . everything really does happen for a reason.