My daughter, the artist


I’ve known for quite a long time that my daughter is extremely skilled at drawing.  She could draw animals and people with details like facial features and horns and beaks and tails when she was just one and a half years old.

I had an acquaintance tell me right to my face that this was impossible at age one, the brain couldn’t handle it.  My daughter’s brain can.  Simple as that.

She is really amazing at art.  At 8 years old, she is by several decades the youngest person in a clay class we take together.  Her stuff is always (in my eyes, of course) the best in the class.  I show you Exhibit A, this amazing pitcher that she painted, using nothing but paint, string, and more paint:

I tell you, I could sell this on my Etsy shop for hundreds of dollars!  But it would take millions to get me to actually agree to the sale…. and even then… I’m not sure I could actually send it off.  No, I know I couldn’t.  I love this pitcher so damn much.  How unique is she!

This is the one of the many blessings of free learning, unschooling with kids.  They are unlimited in their creativity.  A wonderful unschooling friend of mine shared this quote:  “A child in school studies art so that one day they can be an artist.  An unschooled child says, “I am an artist,” and so they create.”  Simple as that.

So take that, acquaintance who doesn’t think a 1 year old can draw details…  In. Your. Face.  My daughter can and did!  And continues to amaze… xoxo

Songbird tutorial


My goal each day is to find my heartsong… something that makes my heart sing out loud.  So it’s not surprising that I’ve been a bit obsessed with birds lately.  We have 8 as pets.  And they pop up all the time in my paintings.  And my sewing.  Chirpy little songbirds… I can’t get enough.  So I am here today to share them with you.

I love softie birds… there are lots of patterns for them out there, I know.  Your best buddy Google will hook you up if you want to take a look at all of the hundreds of tutorials out there.  This one is my baby… I tweaked and played around with dimensions until I got the perfect plump little bird, and I also (as far as I know!) invented using felt inside the wings to make them bend outwards like they are lifting off in flight, and I also attach them with buttons so that they can swivel any way that you find jaunty 🙂
Heartsong Fine Art’s Songbird Tutorial:

1. This is the hardest part of the tutorial, because I don’t really use a pattern.  I’ve drawn for you roughly what the pieces look like… they really don’t need to be perfect, because you trim anything that is uneven or doesn’t match up… and you really can’t get the proportions wrong.  You just use this as your guide… you can make a huge bird or a tiny one… go for it and have fun.  Cut out 1 tummy piece, two body pieces, four wing pieces (I like to mix and match fabrics… this is a great scraps buster) and two *more* wing shapes out of felt.

2.  This is what you will end up with:

3.  Now go ahead and cut a bunch more while you are at it, because these birds don’t take long to whip up and I bet you can make these faster then you think you can!

5.  Here is the best part.  Do you have an old stash of buttons?  Make a cup of tea, spill them out on the floor, and have fun daydreaming and sorting through them.  Pick out two buttons for each bird.  This will be the longest part of the tutorial, I promise.  You’ll sew the rest of this bird more quickly then you will have picked out it’s button color.

6.  Line up one edge of the tummy piece on top of one of the body pieces… right sides together.  Stitch along the bottom curve, just the the length of the tummy piece, as shown.

7.  Place the second body piece, right sides together, on top of the original body piece.  Fold the tummy piece open so that the open end of the tummy piece lines up with the new body piece… as shown.

8.  Making sure to leave a gap along the bird’s back (for turning and stuffing) begin to sew the edge starting at the back of the bird, around the tail, across the tummy side that hasn’t been attached yet, then up the head and stopping one inch before reaching your starting point.  I will show you in the next several pictures how I get the *sewn* portion of the tummy out of the way to sew the new side:

Starting to sew, beginning on the back of the bird:

Stopping just as the needle passes into the tummy piece… I keep the needle paused in the fabric and flip the tummy out of the way:


…now lay it back down and sew the tummy, continuing on up around the head.  Leave a gap for flipping the bird… wait!  Did I really just say that?  Well, at this point, I bet you feel like flipping *me* the bird, but wait.  You’ll like me again by the end, when your bird is staring back at you, demanding that you be nice.

9.  Your bird should now look like this:

10.  I cut off the extra fabric at the beak and tail points, but that’s about the only contour work I do.  If you want to snip the curves… have at it!

11.  Now turn the bird right-side-out, stuff as you please with filling, and hand stitch the small opening in the back closed.

You are almost there!  I usually leave the thread attached and come out about where I want one of the wings to attach.

I let the bird rest like that (well, as much as the poor thing can rest with a metal spear slicing through his little body) while I whip out the two wings…

12.  Line up the three layers of wing pieces with the two good sides out and the felt piece in between, like this:

13.  Sew around the outer edge, then trim the excess off, leaving a cute raw edge, with a peek of the contrasting felt visible.  Notice how the wing curls slightly, I like to enhance that curl by rolling it up for a moment, and then when I sew the wings on, I like them to be curling away from the body on each side… so cute!

14.  So here is whatcha got:

15.  All that is left is for you to sew the wings on!  Yippee!  Just sew one wing on (along with it’s button) and go through the bird to sew on the other wing.  Tie a knot and bury the end of the thread in the body of the bird.

16.  Yea!  You made it!  Your bird is so proud of you! And I am too.  As long as you didn’t actually flip me the bird while making it.

You can perch this bird on anything you can think of.  These particular birds were used in my shop on birdhouses and a wall organizer.  If you didn’t make it through, and you would rather have me make you one, just visit my shop!

I am happy to share my secrets with you… but please only make these birds for your own personal use, and do not use them in items that you sell.  Also, if you like this tute, I’d love if you spread the word… I’m trying to get my blog to grow!  I’ve added water and soil and plenty of sun, but I’d love your word of mouth too, just to be sure 🙂  xoxo

I guess I am officially a house wife.


Why does this annoy me as much as it thrills me?  It really does.  I hate that I love the sight of laundry hanging on the line.

It seems like it should be oppressive… degrading… at the very least, unfair that I’m doing laundry while my hubby finds fulfillment at work… changing patient’s lives, chatting with his lovely office staff, getting to be the boss of something larger then the chores.

And most chores are like that.  My husband comes home in the afternoon and we talk about our day… his seems so fulfilling, helping patients towards health, while I’ve scrubbed a toilet.

But laundry that actually makes it out to the line is different.  Not the sopping wet stuff I cram into the dryer and forget.  But the loads that I take the time to carry out onto the back porch and hang… those just make my day.

And today I finally figured out why.  It’s not about the laundry.  It’s about the sunshine out there, smiling on all my favorite memories.  It’s like the sun agrees with me that my family is awesome… and is lending me her warmth to help out… giving a big thumbs up to all that I cherish.

Why do I love laundry in the sun?  I have as many reasons as I have articles of clothes hanging on the line.

For this set, there are five good reasons:

1.  My red-headed, freckle faced husband that wears a rash guard in the sun, reminding me of our recent trip to the beach.

2.  Me enjoying my girly side… it used to be short mini skirts that made me feel like a girl… now in my 30’s it a fluffy petticoat handmade from England that I got off of Etsy.

3.  A crisp white work shirt that hubby wears to work… rolled up at the sleeves and with his tie thrown off at the end of the day, he makes our house a home.

4.  My son’s white pj t-shirt, which (even though he is only 6) is almost as big as my shirts… makes me giggle out loud.

5.  A dish towel, that I’m hoping the sun can bleach white again… stained up by countless pets and meals and art projects.

I hope you smile today as you do your laundry too.  Intense scowling and eye-rolling while doing the toilet is still completely expected.  Encouraged, actually.  Because heck, I *could* be out there at our medical practice seeing patients… but instead I’m scrubbing a toilet.  Grrr…… xoxo

Our family motto…


Everything always works out for us. We say that out loud to each other almost every day.  I know I say that to myself, and really *feel* it, multiple times a day.

I was just saying it to myself today and I realized… this must be our family motto.  It made me stop and realize how far we’ve come, and wonder how this became our motto.

Only a few short years ago this wasn’t a thought that would routinely cross my mind.  I felt blessed, no doubt.   I felt joy at being a mother and a wife, absolutely.  I adored my children to the point of utter obsession.  It was hard to breath, it just took my breath away.  But although I was often grateful,  I don’t think I lived *in gratitude*.

I had my bad days like everyone else… we had our large financial debts from medical school and credit cards, I was having trouble deciding if I should go back to work as a physician, growing pains at identifying myself as a stay at home mother, trying to settle into my style of homeschooling, having two (wonderful!) young children was physically exhausting, no room for the type of painting and crafting and expanding that I wanted to do… and *who am I?* and *where am I going?* were constant questions that pressed on my heart.

Normal life, I think.

How did I go from enjoying, but *surviving*, each day, to this expanded feeling of *owning* each day…

I didn’t wait for everything to start always working out for us before I started to *feel* like everything was always working out for us.  In other words, I did not wait for circumstances to change, but I changed in my heart first.

Every single thing that happened to us, we started to see in the best light possible.

I refused to do anything that didn’t feel right.  Homeschooling became unschooling, and gave our family the feeling of expansion I was searching for.

Every day *problems* became opportunities to be grateful for how they resolved.

I started painting my home funky colors that felt right to *me* — a neon green play room, a bright orange living room, a purple dining room with a huge mural of a tree, a blue ceiling with stars painted on it… I just went for it and didn’t worry about controlling outcomes any more.

And I noticed that the less I tried to control outcomes, the more lovely the outcomes became.  Since I no longer was limited to what I thought I *wanted*, I became more open to possiblities.

After a while, I changed from just being *open* to possibilities, to feeling truly limitless in my thinking.  I no longer feel like “I would be happy if x, y and z happened” to feeling like “I’m so thrilled right now, and I can’t wait for x, y, z and then some to happen!  Show me what you got!”

I know that there are no rules and no limits.  Any attempt I put on my life to define what would make me happy now simply limits the outcomes.

I love that every single time I have been open to it, my expectations have been blown out of the water by the reality of life.

The house I *thought* I wanted to move into before?  I’m in a dream home now I could never have even hoped for before.

The art that I’ve been wanting a to create?  I’m so glad I didn’t just limit myself to painting privately in a closet.  I’m now painting and selling my artwork internationally (a fact that just blows my mind every time I realize it), creating organic crafts from natural and upcycled items (didn’t see that one coming!  I just get a vision and in an instant… there it is!  I know better know then to hesitate… now I plunge right in and make it!) and am illustrating my first two childrens books.

A few years ago, I never would have had the room in my mind to accept those gifts.

Everything always works out for us… yes.  I like that motto.  Today, take a moment to think about what motto are you sending out to the world?  What one are you getting back?  xoxo

Photo blocks… crafting something I wish I had crafted for my own kids when they were babies!


In a few weeks, I’ll be traveling up north to visit two of the cutest babies alive, my niece and nephew.

What to make them, what to make.  I have been thinking lately about photo blocks… wishing I had made those for my kids back when they would have played with blocks…

Well, I finally realized that that is what nieces and nephews are for!  The next best thing to crafting for your own child!

So, in a sudden brainstorm, I decided to combine making photo blocks with this awesome tutorial by MADE for a hobo sack to give them in.

Here are the raw materials… some wooden blocks, photographs, and cute cotton prints… let’s see what I can do!

If you are wanting to make your own set of photo blocks, follow along!  I apologize that I don’t have more pictures of the process… I didn’t think until afterwards that I would make a post about it.  But!  You don’t need pictures… I give you something more valuable!  LINKS!  Links to other peoples tutorials!!!

1.  Purchase wood blocks from Casey’s Wood… an awesome on-line raw wood resource.  I got the biggest blocks possible in solid wood (so that they were not a chocking hazard for babies) and made 6 for each child.

2.  Paint each block any color… I used 6 different colors and sanded each block lightly down prior to painting.  After the blocks were dry, I cut a picture for each block.  All you do is put the block over the portion of the picture you like, trace around the edges with permanent marker, and cut that square out.

3.  I then glued the pics on one side of each block using Modge Podge, a non-toxic glue and sealant.

4.  After letting the pictures dry, I sanded the edges down again, to give a distressed, shabby chic feel to the blocks, and also to further round the edges for safety. 

5.  I then used a permanent stamp pad (I like StazOn) and stamped words on the back of each block.  “Mommy” on the block with the picture of the mother.  “Dog” on the block that has a picture of their pet dog.  “Love” on the back of the picture of their family. Etc…

6.  Then, making sure to blow all the sawdust away, I painted a thick layer of Modge Podge over the entire block — all of the blocks — to seal in the color and the picture.

It will look white when you paint it on over the picture, and you’ll freak out a bit, but then it dries completely clear.

I would recommend using Matte Modge Podge for this project, I’ve found that Modge Podge Gloss tends to leave a pit of a stick to the finished project, and I don’t want these blocks to be sticky.  I imagine they will be sticky enough when covered with drool and spit up from the babies 🙂

7.  Let your blocks dry completely.

Here are some links to other photo block tutorials… they all have their own modifications.

This one uses rub on letters and much smaller blocks, making them (in my mind) non-child friendly, but awesome for decorative purposes.

This one uses the same technique as I do, but makes them into plaques that you can hang!  Awesome!

8.  Using the above mentioned hobo sack tutorial from MADE, I made little carrying cases for the blocks.

You can use any fabric you want, I went with a cotton print.

MADE has a fabulous, very clear tutorial for this project, so make sure you follow what she says and not what I’m blathering on about here.  BUT.  I did make one modification to make the hobo sack totally baby-proof.

I was a bit worried that the ties would pull out from the hobo sacks if I made them the way that Dana did, and I didn’t want any chance of a choke hazard.  God forbid.

SO… I only made the little opening on ONE side of the top (she has you make two openings in the casing… I just made one) and I pulled only one drawstring through.  Then, instead of tying each end into a knot, I tied *both* of the drawstrings *together* so that there is no way they could be pulled out. They make one continuous loop.  You can see what I mean in the picture.

9.  Done.

10.  Take pictures of the product and post it back to me so I can see your fabulous results!

My pics could have been even cuter, but I was trying to obscure the pictures on the blocks for privacy for my extended family.  BUT!  I will have pictures for you soon of *my family* — we are going to get family pictures taken this afternoon — yea!!!  I am going to get some head shots of me for my upcoming children’s book… and for this blog.  So look for a picture of me up here soon!  Have fun with this project, and let me know how it goes.  xoxo

When my physician self and my artist self collide… look out!


A dozen new cards and three boxed sets are being slowly added to the shop this weekend… I’m enjoying seeing them come to life as cards, after I put so much of my soul into painting each one… it’s fun to think of them reincarnated as a greeting to some dear friend or love!

There is one card I want to showcase to you in particular.  It is my favorite, but I think it is likely to get overlooked.  It isn’t my best painting, or my splashiest colors, or even instantly understandable.  But it is my favorite, none-the-less.  Because it fills a huge gap in the greeting card world that is being ignored.

This is where my physician self and my artist self merge.  There is a real need for cards that you can send to a loved one who has been recently diagnosed with cancer, or any other illness for that matter.  There are so many traditional physicians out there that will launch head first into a very terrifying, overwhelming list of *statistics* and survival categories and such, all while a patient is still reeling from shock.  I understand the well-meaning intentions behind providing a patient with survival statistics and categorizing stages of cancers… but at the heart of it all, there is a fear that is not being addressed, and emotional needs that are not being met, in deference to facts and statistics.

This painting came about because I fell in love with the quote:
“Give me a fruitful error any time, bursting with it’s own corrections. You can keep your sterile truth for yourself. – Vilfredo Pareto”

I just love that statement. It so perfectly captures what I feel about life in general. I’d rather live it, muck in it, get dirty with it, dance in it, roll around in all the sweetness and the errors and mistakes along the way… drink in all the honest raw goodness… I love when my kids and I “mess up” and love each other any way… there just isn’t a deeper trust or better feeling then knowing you are loved in an organic, real way, with no pressure for it to be perfect. That is how strive to appreciate my life… organic and raw, no need to be perfect. The rainy days and the awkward silences and the bruised egos… I’ll take it all, with gratitude.

So I think card would be SO PERFECT for someone who has been diagnosed with cancer and has heard some horrifying statistic… I kept the inside blank, but what I’d love it to really say is:

“F*&ck the statistics. The only statistic that is true for you is that you are 100% loved.”

Something like that. Because really folks, facts can only get you so far. Love will get you the rest of the way.

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Homemade skivvies


A few days ago, it was sunny enough for a *before* picture of a bunch of T-shirts I intended to do a little sewing on.  And considering the title of this post, I bet you can figure out what I’ve made out of them… at least, if I’ve spelled skivvies right, and assuming it is a real word used by families other then ours.

Today the world descended into a gray, dismal downpour, and an hour of sewing is just what I needed to feel like I got something uplifting done today.  Because since nothing is as uplifting as putting on a soft, thread-bare, worn-in, comfy t-shirt at the end of a long rainy day, just imagine how it feels if you put said T-shirt around your unmentionable zones and wear them as underwear.

I’m telling you, it is worth every minute of figuring out how to make them.  They don’t have to look good.  Look at mine!  Did I bother to match the thread to the garment… no!  Did I bother to slow down as I sewed around the curves of the leg holes… no!  Did I bother to measure before I cut?  Did I even trace the pattern on to my garment before cutting? Hell NO!  Because this is underwear made out of an old T-shirt, folks!  It naturally stretches to fit in all the right places.

Every woman has two types of underwear… the good ones, that you wear when you are feeling happy about your body and you want a little spring in your step… and the bad ones, that you save for when you have your period.  Right?  Well, after making homemade underwear, I now have three piles.  The good ones, the bad ones, and the HEAVENLY ones.  Both of my children feel the same — they say my underwear is more comfy then the thirty dollar organic ones from Hanna Anderson, for goodness sake.  If that doesn’t convince you, nothing will.

Here are the results… one for my son… one for me.  One for my daughter… one for me.  See how that works?  Fair enough, isn’t it?

If you would like to make your own, and I demand that you do, here are the websites that got me started.

for girls:

by far my favorite one is:

for boys… or girls who like boy shorts style undies:

Have fun!!!  Oh, some shop news:  I just heard from my printing company that the notecards will not be ready until Friday, so the give-a-way will be next week instead of this week… stay tuned!  xoxo