Here's the finished version. Enjoy your Christmas memories.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Restored Christmas Picture
I love Christmas, it's my favorite time of year. I love the music, the decorations, sharing Christmas goodies, and most important sharing goodwill. I love celebrating the birth of my Savior and I'm so grateful for all that He has done for me. So when I was given this Christmas picture, I knew I needed to restore it and help the family preserve their own Christmas memories. For many people, it's the time of year to do family pictures so they can be given as gifts, so here's my gift back to the family. I'm not sure what happened to this before picture, maybe it was stuck in a photo album, but it looked like there were stars all over it.
Here's the finished version. Enjoy your Christmas memories.
Here's the finished version. Enjoy your Christmas memories.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
New adventure
In life, we never know where our journey is going to take us. If you would have asked me 20 years ago if I would ever start my own business, I would have answered no. But I've learned that hobbies can lead to other ventures. It started with learning more about my family history and seeing pictures of my ancestors.
As a kid, I wasn't interested in hearing the stories but now I regret not taking advantage of the opportunities I had to talk to my grandparents more about their lives. I would have loved to learn more of what made them tick, how they felt about the issues of the day, what was important to them. I can remember spending time with my grandmother, playing games. She taught me so much in her own quiet ways. It hasn't been until recently that I realized the true impact she had on my life. She taught me to try new things, whether it be a new recipe or a new craft, or just something I had never done before. I can remember going to craft shows with her and seeing through her eyes the potential. She was able to look at how something was made and then make it herself, but change it enough to make it her own. I can remember trying new recipes because she saw a recipe in the newspaper that she wanted to try. Green tomato cookies and mayonnaise cake are a couple that I can remember trying. I can't say that I liked them all, and I started to learn pretty quick to ask what was in something before I tried it. But she was so much wiser than I was and she knew if she told me that I wouldn't try it so she made me wait until after I tasted it to tell me what was in it.
She taught me to be competitive and a good sport. She would teach me to play a game, but then once I understood the rules, she played to win. I knew that when I did win the game that I won based on my own merit and not because she let me win. Yes, in the beginning while I was learning, she let me win. But then I was on my own. When extended family would visit, we played several different card games. She grew up on a farm and that's what they did in the evening. We got very competitive and we truly had a good time together, making memories and sharing experiences.We often laughed until we cried.
When I went to college, my grandma made sure that I knew she was behind me 100%. She may not have agreed with my choice of college, I went to BYU and I know she would have preferred me stay in state and go to the University of Washington but she still was there for me.
She taught me that I needed to try new things, to develop my talents. I am so grateful for the quiet ways she influenced me and helped me believe in myself. I hope that she would be proud of my new adventure that I've been embarking on in setting up my own photography and restoration business. Thanks Grandma for believing in me.
As a kid, I wasn't interested in hearing the stories but now I regret not taking advantage of the opportunities I had to talk to my grandparents more about their lives. I would have loved to learn more of what made them tick, how they felt about the issues of the day, what was important to them. I can remember spending time with my grandmother, playing games. She taught me so much in her own quiet ways. It hasn't been until recently that I realized the true impact she had on my life. She taught me to try new things, whether it be a new recipe or a new craft, or just something I had never done before. I can remember going to craft shows with her and seeing through her eyes the potential. She was able to look at how something was made and then make it herself, but change it enough to make it her own. I can remember trying new recipes because she saw a recipe in the newspaper that she wanted to try. Green tomato cookies and mayonnaise cake are a couple that I can remember trying. I can't say that I liked them all, and I started to learn pretty quick to ask what was in something before I tried it. But she was so much wiser than I was and she knew if she told me that I wouldn't try it so she made me wait until after I tasted it to tell me what was in it.
She taught me to be competitive and a good sport. She would teach me to play a game, but then once I understood the rules, she played to win. I knew that when I did win the game that I won based on my own merit and not because she let me win. Yes, in the beginning while I was learning, she let me win. But then I was on my own. When extended family would visit, we played several different card games. She grew up on a farm and that's what they did in the evening. We got very competitive and we truly had a good time together, making memories and sharing experiences.We often laughed until we cried.
When I went to college, my grandma made sure that I knew she was behind me 100%. She may not have agreed with my choice of college, I went to BYU and I know she would have preferred me stay in state and go to the University of Washington but she still was there for me.
She taught me that I needed to try new things, to develop my talents. I am so grateful for the quiet ways she influenced me and helped me believe in myself. I hope that she would be proud of my new adventure that I've been embarking on in setting up my own photography and restoration business. Thanks Grandma for believing in me.
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