“Forsaken Dreams” by MaryLu Tyndall

A Book Review of “Forsaken Dreams” by MaryLu Tyndall

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A budding romance that was doomed to fail from the start?

Have you ever wished you could leave everything behind? Have you ever wished you could start over? Build a new life? A life, where no one knows your past, your secrets, or your regrets? Colonel Blake Wallace , Eliza Crawford, as well as a whole ship full of passengers are trying to do just that…

Colonel Blake Wallace has gone through so much more than any of us could imagine. He lived through the death of all those he loved and held dear. All he wants now is to escape both the memories of their deaths and the unforgettable images from the war. He decides it is time to leave his home, a home now taken over by the North, a home so far gone from the beauty it once was. His plan includes creating a new colony in a land of hope; Brazil. Blake not only is escaping from haunting memories; he is wanted for “war crimes” by the Union. With his life in danger, this is his last chance to fully live his life, but can he let go of the past enough to really live?

Eliza Crawford has more secrets than anyone can imagine. Just like any of us, she tells little white lies to disguise the truth, but will those lies come back to bite her? She has grown up a pampered Southern Belle, and has known luxury her whole life. She threw that away for “true love,” only now she wonders if it really was. Her late husband was a general in the Northern army, and man she left her life for, and gave her allegiance to, only to find that he was not who she thought he was. She now has become an outcast from her Southern roots as well as being discarded by her Northern ties. The only way for her to be accepted is to once again leave life behind with a hope for the future, but has she chosen the right ‘hope’? Has she found a place to truly call home?

MaryLu Tyndall has done it again. She takes a scene, a page from the history books, and gives it life. She adds colorful characters, flowing waters, a ship sailing the ocean, and a mysterious land. Readers can’t help but be drawn into this vivid journey. With a wide diversity of characters it is hard not to relate to one, if not all of the passengers embarking on this grand adventure in hopes of a new future. When you think the book is finished, there is one more twist, one more heart wrenching experience that one can’t help but feel drawn into.

There are people that you can’t help but dislike, but at the same time you are almost drawn to them as well. You can somehow relate to them, feel their pain, and want them to grow in their faith to fully become the people they should be. Normally there are the antagonists and the heroes in a novel. MaryLu has created a world in which the antagonists can have a new future too, if they only decide to start fresh on new soil with a changed heart.

Will Blake and Eliza move past the secrets that seem to build up between them? 

Can the other passengers find a way to work together and become the colony Colonel Blake had desired for them to be? 

Can God’s love triumph in the lives of this colony?

The only way you can find the answers to these questions is to pick up the book and read. I could not put it down, and I will bet you won’t be able to either. 5 out of 5!

Readin' like crazy,

Not-So-Princess Lizzy

Asparagus Risotto

I tried this tonight, and was extremely happy with it. I had to modify the recipe, because for some reason they didn't have any herbs or spices in it... there wasn't even salt or pepper. So here goes.

Asparagus Risotto

1 T.     Olive oil
1/2 c.   Chopped onion
1 c.      Sliced fresh mushrooms

1 1/2 c. Arborio rice, uncooked (I used basmati  and it worked fine, I just had to add more liquid)
2 t.       Grated lemon peel

2 1/4 c. Condensed chicken broth (I used Presidents Choice Organics Chicken Broth)
1 1/2 c. Water
1/2 c.    White wine (I didn't have any, and therefore used more water)
3 c.       Cut fresh asparagus, 2 inch (2.5 cm) pieces

1/3 c.    Water
1 t.        Salt
1 t.        Pepper
1 t.        Basil leaves
1 t.        Greek seasoning
1/2 t.     Garlic powder
Chopped fresh parsley, for garnish

Heat oil in large non-stick skillet or wok. Saute onion and mushrooms for 5 minutes until mushroom liquid is evaporated.

Stir in rice and lemon peel.

Combine chicken broth with first amount of water and wine. Add 1/2 cup broth mixture to rice. Cook, stirring constantly, until broth is absorbed. Add another 2 1/2 cups broth mixture, 1/2 cup at a time. Add asparagus. Add remaining 1 1/4 cups broth mixture, in 2 additions. Cook, stirring constantly, until liquid is absorbed and rice is tender and creamy. Ensure that the asparagus is tender. If it isn't, continue stirring on heat until they are.

Add second amount of water. Add the salt, pepper, basil leaves, greek seasoning, and garlic powder; stir. Remove from heat. Sprinkle with parsley. Serve immediately. Makes 5 cups.

Cookin' up a storm,
Not-So-Princess Lizzy

Turkey Apple Burgers

Alrighty everyone, I have a new recipe, something I tried tonight and I just have to share it. They are really good! Turkey Apple Burgers. It kinda seems a little strange, but they are so good.

Turkey Apple Burgers

1 lb.    Lean ground turkey

1        Large egg, beaten
1 c.     Finely crushed soda crackers (I used 3/4 c. PaneRiso Rice Bread Crumbs)
1        Finely chopped onion (I recommend using a food processor)
1        Garlic clove, crushed
1        Red apple, with peel, finely diced (I recommend using a food processor for this as well)
1 T.      Chopped fresh parsley
3/4 t.   Salt
1/2 t.   Pepper

Combine all 9 ingredients in large bowl. Form into 6 patties. Broil 4 inches (10 cm) from heat for 10 minutes per side, or grill over medium heat on barbecue. (I pan fried them on medium - high heat for about 4 minutes per side).

I added some stuff to the meal of course. I didn't have any buns, but you can definitely eat these burgers as an actual hamburger patty. I made some Herbed Baby Potatoes. Check out the link to find the recipe.

I also made some tomato salad. This is something my mom used to always make. Super easy. You take a couple tomatoes (depending on how much salad you want), cut them up like you were making Greek salad. Then take some parsley, Italian seasoning, a  Tablespoon of Olive oil (or grape seed oil) per tomato  Then add some salt and pepper and stir it up. You can add more seasoning or herbs if you would like, but that is pretty much it. So delicious.

You guys have a great day, and perhaps enjoy these delicious meal ideas.

Cookin' Up A Storm,
Not-So-Princess Lizzy

Herbed Baby Potatoes

This is a recipe that you can use all the time and takes no prep time. Tastes delicious and is really easy to do.

Herbed Baby Potatoes

2 lbs.  Red (or white) baby potatoes (about 40), unpeeled
2        Small onions, cut lengthwise into wedges
1 T.    Hard margarine/butter (I use Earth Balance Soy Free)
1 T.    Olive oil (I used Grape Seed Oil)
1 T.    Lemon juice
1 T.    Italian seasoning
1/2 t.   Salt

Cut any larger potatoes in half to make all uniform in size. Place in greased 9 x 13 inch baking dish. Add onion.

Melt the margarine in small saucepan on medium-low. Add next 4 ingredients. Stir. Pour over potato mixture. Toss until potato mixture is evenly coated with herbs. Cover tightly with foil. Bake at 375 degrees for 40 minutes. Remove foil. Stir. Bake, uncovered, for 10 minutes or until potatoes are tender and golden.

A little herby,
Not-So-Princess Lizzy

Moving Out, and Moving On

Alright, so I originally named this blog A Girl's Step Up because I wanted to move on from the past. Take the few steps needed to get out of the the garbage dump that had become my life. That was when I went to school... and after college I moved back home, I, for the sole purpose of assisting others, willingly jumped back into the mire. I felt God call me to be at home, and it was a learning process that I in turn was blessed by. The time came though, when my dad was released from prison into a halfway house an hour from where I lived with my mom and brother, that I knew it was time to move out and move on.

So what does that mean? Move out and move on. Sounds so final. So unforgiving. It wasn't that at all. I love my family, and even though they put me through hell, and have scarred me for life with issues that I will have to work through, I would move mountains for them.

In reality, all I mean by that statement is leaving the past in the past. Not allowing it to decide our future. My situation could have a double meaning as I did move out of my parents house, and am now living on my own, which I recommend for everyone to do before they decide to get married. I am also moving out of the mind set of accepting my life for what it was, and not actively pursuing a change. I had no idea the amount of damage I had hidden in my heart until I was forced to confront it. A really important person in my life pulled me aside and told me that they had to actively restrain themselves from getting mad at those in my family for the way they treat each other and me. I had no idea there was a better option. I didn't know my family could have tackled life differently.

I had grown up with the thought that people showed love through their love language (whatever that may be) and that they couldn't really change that. This person kindly, but forcefully showed me that I wasn't being met, I wasn't being filled because no one in my family was giving love to me in my love language. They were too caught up in accepting the love that they received to notice that they weren't returning the favor of stepping out of their comfort zone, and perhaps showing love in a way that was different for them.

The transition between Spring & Summer - reminding me that
when we move on, we get to see more beauty. Spring
is more than just cleaning, it is also a glimpse at the beauty
to come. 

This wasn't an easy process, and it can't say that my eyes stayed dry, or have been completely dry for weeks now. I decided to get a counselor, which has been so helpful! I have never been so challenged spiritually, emotionally, & relationally, as I have been the last few weeks working through issues that have plagued me my whole life.

I have been learning all over again that I really do need to give everything to God, and trust in Him. I need to find my encouragement in Him and to do that I need to work through the past and look to the future. As I am working through these issues, such as boundaries and abandonment, I am discovering more of who I am as a person, and what I want my future to look like. This verse really impacted me earlier when I read it, and I just wanted to share it with you guys.

"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might. Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore, take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm. Stand firm therefore, having girded your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; in addition to all, taking up the shield of faith with which you will be able to extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.With all prayer and petition pray at all times in the Spirit, and with this in view, be on the alert with all perseverance and petition for all the saints." - Ephesians 6:10-18

Satan will constantly strive to bring us down, to not let us MOVE ON, but we can't let him. We have to stand strong in God, and to do that we need to be prepared. So everyone, drop your past, your sins, your weights that are holding you back. See a counselor or someone that you can truly confide in if you need to, but you got to get rid of that extra baggage if you are going to be able to fight to the end, to finish the race strong.

Feelin' rejuvenated,
Not-So-Princess Lizzy

Zucchini Patties

Hey everyone!

I just discovered an amazing recipe and I had to share! They are so good, even though they look quite weird and a little bit disgusting to be honest with you. I had a friend tell me they looked like moldy pancakes. Tehe. These are to die for, especially if you have a chutney sauce. I used a mango chutney sauce my mom made last year, and I am going to have to get that recipe from her because it just made these amazing. So here goes.

Zucchini Patties

3 c.       Grated zucchini, with peel

1/4 c.    Finely chopped onion
2           Egg whites, fork-beaten
2/3 c.    Dry fine bread crumbs (I used 1/2 c. PaneRiso Rice Bread Crumbs - less because rice crumbs becomes really crumbly when there is too much)
1 tsp.    Low-fat salad dressing (I used mayonnaise)
2 tsp.    Whole wheat flour (I used Jeanne's Gluten Free Flour Mix)
1           Garlic clove, minced
1/8 tsp.  Dried oregano (I used Italian Seasoning
1/8 tsp.  Dried sweet basil (I used Greek Seasoning)
1/2 tsp.  Salt
1/8 tsp.  Pepper

Combine all 12 ingredients in a large bowl. Mix well to moisten bread crumbs. Form into patties, using 1/4 c. for each. Heat lightly greased frying pan or skillet until hot (medium-high heat). Cook patties for 3 to 4 minutes per side, or until crisp and golden. Makes 12 patties.

Gettin' Healthy,
Not-So-Princess Lizzy

Mod Podging Maps

Ok, so I have to tell you about this amazing craft that I saw on Pinterest and just had to try.

Since money is tight at our house, I decided to make Nathan (my brother who is now 14) a gift, rather than spending money. Now, he is a Lord of the Rings FANATIC! He has seen the movies a gazillion times, so I knew that I had to do something to do with that. When I saw this though,  I knew exactly what I wanted to do!

I went online and searched for Lord of the Rings maps. Now, I am telling you, this was not an easy thing to do! I had to find maps that were decent quality and size, so that if needed I could blow them up bigger. I didn't care if they were black and white, color toned, or sepia because you can always use Picmonkey if needed to alter the appearance of the photo.

I finally found 5 that I sort of liked... I printed them off, and narrowed it down to three.

The Realm of Middle Earth 

I then used Picmonkey and altered the background... so they then looked like the following (the large map I kept the same)

Mordor Before and After

Thror's Map Before and After

Thank goodness I somehow made them look alright, and printing them actually made it look better.

Alright, next step, I had to find the canvases to put them on. I decided to use 8"x10" for Mordor and Thror's Map. I wanted to have one bigger map, so I got a canvas that was 11"x14" and went to my church to print the map out onto an 11"x17" page. It took a few tries until I had it the size and shape that I wanted it (had to shrink the shape a tad bit) to be.

After all that, the rest was easy. I did a wash of a yellowish brown color on the background of the canvases, just to give it the aged appearance. Once that was dried I spread Mod Podge all over the canvas with my paint brush and placed my maps down on the canvas, spreading them out, erasing any bubbles. I actually ripped the edges of my maps to give it an interesting look, but you don't have to do that.

To make it even more aged, I spread the top coat of Mod Podge on before the bottom coat was dried, therefore getting the paper too wet, causing it to fade and wrinkle a tad bit. Here is the finished product, and I must say I am extremely happy with it, and so was Nathan... and every other person I showed it to haha.

The Perfect Gift,
Not-So-Princess Lizzy

My Life Story - Part 2

Alright, so about a month ago I started telling you a little about myself. It is time to share a little more of my crazy, ridiculous, amazing story.

I'll recap from where I left off. My Dad was paying taxes for reasons explained earlier, and so our house got raided... and we moved out temporarily (us kids) to a friends house for a month and a half. This is where our story continues...

The Waiting

I don't know if I have ever told y'all, but I am an extremely impatient person! When I say impatient... I mean IMPATIENT!!! We were finally allowed to move back into our house, which I am extremely thankful for, because it was so hard to explain to everyone at school (I was in grade 10 at the time) why I wasn't getting a ride from my parents to school, why I couldn't have friends over, why I always needed rides for volleyball practices and games, why I only had about 10 sets of clothes, why I didn't seem like myself, etc, etc, etc. I could go on, but I won't. We eventually (Nathan, Caleb and I) moved back in to our house and everything seemed to go back to normal. 

You could almost say that we forgot what had happened, but we didn't. It was lurking in the back of our minds every day, wondering when the cops would come knocking with the verdict. Days went by, then weeks,  and soon months were zipping by and I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to ask my mom if she knew what was happening, and asking my dad was just not a smart idea because he was bitter and angry all of the time. I slowly began to shut down my emotions, especially where my dad was concerned.

I know it sounds like a sad and horrible thing, to stop caring for your father, and at times I look back and wonder why I didn't notice what I was doing, but I guess I was too focused on forgetting the experiences and just wanted to move on. 

Waiting is just like winter... it never seems to end

A year went by and we were still left wondering if something bad was going to happen. I would find my mom sitting on her bed sometimes, just staring off into space, and I'd carefully crawl onto the bed, sit beside her, and just lean my head against her shoulder. We would just sit there, for 10 minutes, 30 minutes. However long it took for us to get back to reality. 

Throughout this waiting period I guess we almost forgot. Well at least I almost did. Not in the emotional sense, but just in how much I consciously thought about it. Don't get me wrong, it was always on my mind, but I just seemed to accept this anxious waiting as normal, and didn't notice how tense our house was constantly. 

This of course is when all the big problems with my older brother Caleb started. We argued constantly. I don't mean just arguing, but arguing to the point where one of us was choking the other, and punches and kicks were flying everywhere. I began to loose my focus on what family really looked like because our house was so tense that we couldn't get along worth beans. 

The Hiding Place

By February 2011, we almost expected nothing would ever happen with the paperwork they took from us. 

They had returned the boxes by then (all the stuff they took from my dad), and we all began to breath a little better thinking nothing would come of it. Suddenly everything took a turn for the worst!

I knew something was going on, because my mom was extremely upset, and my dad wasn't in the house at all. I was in my grade 11/12 year (I had enough credits, so I decided to graduate a year early from High School and just be done with the drama that came with it) and I was struggling with having extra courses on my plate. Eventually I went to my mom, after a couple days, and asked her what was going on. She gave me the scariest look... one I will never forget; one of absolute hopelessness.

She steered me to my room and shut the door. She then began to ask me if I remembered the "RAID". I told her yes, and she proceeded to tell me that her and Dad had received a summons to appear in court. Dad decided that they weren't going to, because he was listening to all these "WISE MEN" that told him he wasn't required to show up. A bench warrant was then issued, and the cops were on the lookout for both of them. At this my mom asked me to not tell Nathan (Caleb was in Bible School at the time), and  to keep it a secret for a while. 

After a period of time (I do not remember how long), the cops started to come by the house. The first time this happened was honestly so surreal that I felt like I was in a movie. We heard a vehicle pull up and we looked out the blinds. When we saw the two cop cars we got everyone together and hid so that we were not visible from any windows. I don't know how we did it, but the cops didn't see us and they proceed to knock for quite some time, demanding we open the door. After a while they left and we had to then discuss what we were going to do next. 

The cops proceeded to come quite often, coming during the day, and at night. We discovered that the best place to hide was in my bedroom because you could just see out the window enough to see the cops at the front door, and hear them talking, but we could stay hidden behind the blinds. There were times when the cops walked around the house, checking windows and doors, peering behind curtains with the flashlights. So many times they would almost catch a glimpse of us, and we would hold still, and hope that we weren't casting a shadow or breathing too loudly. 

Truffle, my dog (bichon-havanese) would bark like crazy because she knew something was wrong, and all I could do was hold her and calm her down. She would shake uncontrollably because she had no idea what was going on, but could sense our fear. There were many times I thought my heart would beat right out of my chest. This went on until the beginning of march... and this is where the next part comes into play. I'll tell you more about that later. 

Ever Hopeful,

Not-So-Princess Lizzy

Becoming a True Woman

Alright, for all you ladies out there, this is for you. I don't know or care if you are single, dating, or married. If you are young or old or straight up wrinkly all over. Our entire life is a struggle to become a True Woman of God, to become the women we all desire to be. I'm going to talk about what the Bible says about this, and maybe give a few pointers from what I have learned. I am also planning on doing a day by day study on Proverbs 31:10-31, a passage on what a "Worthy" woman looks like, and who we should strive to be in our relationships and marriages. 

So what do you think a beautiful woman looks like? Maybe a woman with perfect hair every day, or a stunning face, a perfect body? We define one of the most important terms for a woman with such derogatory and negative definitions, it's no wonder we are so broken and seek the wrong sort of men to make us feel loved.

I read a book recently by Chad Eastham called "The Truth about Guys". Yeah, I know, sounds cheesy, but I really wanted to hear what he had to say about why we think the way we do, and how we need to change our thinking before we find that "Dream Boat" guy us girls always wish for. I found the following excerpt extremely fascinating.

A Girl's Value Menu  If you could choose to be either of the following hypothetical girls, which one would you prefer?

Girl A: When a guy looks at you, he thinks most guys don't have a chance. Not because you are too beautiful or because you're mean, but because you don't seem interested in all boys. A guy sees you and knows it is going to take a lot of effort to develop a friendship with you. He's going to have to use his heart and his head if he's going to have a chance at any type of relationship with you. When a guy makes an effort to meet you, he stares into your eyes as though he is trying to see right into your heart. He's there to help you, not harm you. He wants you to know you are really important and he wants the best for you. He compliments you for no reason at all, and he doesn't require something of you at the end of the sentence... or the evening. He looks out for you, even when you aren't looking out for yourself. A guy who spends time with you wants to make you laugh and smile. Seeing you giggle when he looks at you makes him happier than most anything. He simply wants you to know you are wonderful, beautiful, and deserve nothing but the best, with no strings attached. And he doesn't want anything in return for this at all.

Girl B: A guy looks at you and thinks you are a mighty fine piece of meat. He thinks you look like someone that he can try some new stuff with. He knows he doesn't have to marry you in order to get you to do whatever he wants. He's determined to win you over tonight - and by "win" he's only thinking of his own satisfaction and pleasure. He doesn't really care about meeting your needs - especially not in the long run - as long as you can meet his. he wants something from you, and he figures that with minimal effort you'll probably give it to him.  

Drum Roll: ...Believe it or not, guys love friendships and relationships, with Girl A! The thing to note her is that you are the person who determines which girl you are seen as. Let me say that again. It's not up to anyone else to make that decision - it's up to YOU!

A girl who displays her sex appeal, a party girl, or a loud-mouthed, insecure girl who is craving a guy's attention all the time likely isn't going to be swept off her feet by a handsome prince who just wants to stare into her eyes all day. Not that you just want to be stared at, but you get the point

Likewise, a girl who doesn't use her body in sexual ways to get attention, one who cares about her reputation and has goals and relationship standards ahead of time, is not going to settle for anything less than someone who cares for her. She refuses to be seen as a target, so guys don't look at her and think she is prey. She has those rules written all over her. 

Guys see the instructions for girls ahead of time - before we get within twenty feet of them - so we know if we want to start out on their terms or not. Every girl may want to be seen as valuable, precious, and as someone to be treasured. But in reality, many girls who want to be treasures actually look more like targets; they just can't figure out why! 

 Remember: you have a heart perfectly designed for you by the greatest of designers. Your heart is there for you to take care of, so when you expose it, it will be cherished and taken care of in return. Allow your heart to be so wrapped up in God that a guy has to ask for directions to get to it 

The best guy in the world cannot give you everything you need. He can't be perfect. He can't fill your voids. Most important, none of that is his job. A guy doesn't want a girl who needs him to be her dad. A guy doesn't want to convince you that you are beautiful. He wants to sit in admiration of your beauty! But he can't do that unless you let him. And you can't let him until you believe it yourself!

 So what do you think? Is Chad right? Do we really need to project ourselves differently, because the way we act is drawing the wrong kind of guys? Are we looking to guys to fill our voids, and we are allowing them to see how broken we are, therefore they are better able to use us and abuse us?

I believe that Chad is completely right! He hit it on the spot. Girls always seem to be needy. We are never perfect enough. There is always someone better, and we are always comparing. Learning to be content with who we are is never easy, but if you want a healthy relationship with the "hero" of your life, that is what you need to do!

We need to search the scriptures, and find out what God desires us to be like, how we are to become a True Woman! Then, and only then, will we begin to see ourselves that way (not vainly, but with honesty)

1 Peter 3:3 says, "Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear."

Do you rely on outward things to feel beautiful? I was challenged last year to fast for a week. I decided that I didn't wish to fast from food, but from makeup. From then on, I have strived to be able to go a day a week, or at least one day in a month without makeup around a boyfriend, your best friends, your work, anywhere. Just go a day without. It may seem hard at first, but ti is so empowering, especially the more you do it. You learn to be beautiful for who you are internally, not just the beautiful on the outside.

On that note, another verse about inner beauty. Galatians 2:20 - I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." Did you catch that? Christ lives in us, and there is nothing more beautiful or empowering than that. We have life because of Jesus' sacrifice. When we live to let him flourish within us, we glow like never before. It is time you let Christ shine through you!

Before I let you go for the day, I want you to read the following passage from Proverbs, and just study the words. They are powerful, and some might not make sense right now, but don't worry. I'll go into detail for you later on!

The Woman Who Fears the LORD

PROVERBS 31:10-31

10. An excellent wife who can find?

She is far more precious than jewels.

11. The heart of her husband trusts in her,

and he will have no lack of gain.

12. She does him good, and not harm,

all the days of her life.

13. She seeks wool and flax,

and works with willing hands.

14. She is like the ships of the merchant;

she brings her food from afar.

15. She rises while it is yet night

and provides food for her household

and portions for her maidens.

16. She considers a field and buys it;

with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.

17. She dresses herself with strength 

and makes her arms strong.

18. She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.

Her lamp does not go out at night.

19. She puts her hands to the distaff,

and her hands hold the spindle.

20. She opens her hand to the poor

and reaches out her hands to the needy.

21. She is not afraid of snow for her household,

for all her household are clothed in scarlet.

22. She makes bed coverings for herself;

her clothing is fine linen and purple.

23. Her husband is known in the gates

when he sits among the elders of the land.

24. She makes linen garments and sells them;

she delivers sashes to the merchant.

25. Strength and dignity are her clothing,

and she laughs at the time to come.

26. She opens her mouth with wisdom,

and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.

27. She looks well to the ways of her household

and does not eat the bread of idleness.

28. Her children rise up and call her blessed;

her husband also, and he praises her:

29. "Many women have done excellently,

but you surpass them all."

30. Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,

but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.

31. Give her the fruit of her hands,

and let her works praise her in the gates.

Feelin' Empowered,

Not-So-Princess Lizzy

Jewelry Hangers!

Alright. Well I don't know about you, but I have been trying to find a cute and easy way to hang my necklaces and earrings in a way that I can still find cute and fit all of my stuff in one place. This is not easy as I LOVE thrift store shopping for jewelry. I have been browsing Pinterest and just haven't been able to find the right fit for me until I came across this...

http://pinterest.com/pin/7670261837669211/

This of course got my brain working, and bear in mind that my walls are hideous... and the painting is not the best, it was just something I wanted to see if it could work (so when I do do it, I know how I want it done!).  You may also notice that the tree fits into what I have been posting about my verse (Jeremiah 17:7-8), and the latest crafts I have been doing... Foam Painting and Painting The Seasons So I penciled it on my wall, painted it with acrylic paints, bought some 1" finishing nails, and nailed them in along the branches. Once that was done, I started to hang my necklaces. I don't have pictures of my earrings yet, as it has been too cold to spray paint the "leaves" they will be hanging from. I will post more later, and update this post as well.

You may notice that one of the bracelets is on a larger nail... it didn't stay on the 1" nails. You may find this is the case for certain things as well. 

Feelin' Girly,
Not-So-Princess Lizzy

Foam Painting

Alright everyone... so I know I have been a slacker in posting... so here goes. I have been doing a few new crafts, and I want you to check 'em out. So here is something that I have started for a friend. I am not sure if I like it quite yet, so I am working on maybe changing it a little bit, but here goes. I might redo it as I discovered things as I went along...

I have a verse this year that I picked that really means a lot to me, something that I want to symbolize and represent me and how I have grown throughout the year. That verse is Jeremiah 17:7-8. It says,

"Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD,

whose trust is the LORD. 

He is like a tree planted by water,

that sends out its roots by the stream,

and does not fear when heat comes,

and is not anxious in the year of drought,

for it does not cease to bear fruit."

I chose this verse, and then I started noticing on Pinterest the amount of crafts that contain trees on them... so I decided to give them as gifts for Christmas to my family as I made them. Anyways, this I didn't see on Pinterest, but I saw tips on how to do it, so I decided to give it a try... and kinda failed.

Here is what I did. I saw a pin on how you can write with foam paint on wax paper, and later mod podge it onto canvas. I figured, why not do this with the verses! Unfortunately the only foam paint I have is fabric foam paint. I thought it was the same thing for some reason, and went for it. I printed it off, wrote it out on wax paper, and once it was dry realized my mistake. It doesn't harden stiff like regular foam paint as it is made to mold with a shirt/fabric. Therefore it doesn't come off the wax paper. 

I then had to change what I was doing. I threw out the foam paint on wax paper... and started fresh. I took the verse and taped it to the back of the canvas (after I had watered down a yellow and brownish paint and covered the background), and traced the words with a pencil. I then took the paint and wrote the words directly onto the canvas. Unfortunately, when I wrote with the pencil, my hand got tired, and I was not very careful with how clear or precise my lines were. 

When the paint had dried, I realized my problem. Some of the pencil lines were visible, and if I erased to vigorously, it would break the paint off. I got most of the pencil off, and I don't think it looks too bad. 

For the second part of this gift I painted a tree and did swirly colors (like my last craft, which you can find here) as the leaves. I then took buttons and glued them down onto the canvas to give it a 3D effect. I am not quite sure I like the colors that much, but here is the finished product. Hopefully you like it, but I will definitely have to use REAL foam paint if I am going to attempt this again!

Painting the Seasons

Hey everyone,

I guess I sorta was wrong about when I'd get around to telling you the rest of my life story :P. Oh well. Hopefully soon... this post however should appease you until that moment!

I painted something the past two nights after work, and although it is not "quite" finished I think it is presentable enough to show to the world. So here goes...

I know I know... it's not the best photo ever but I think this looks decently presentable :D

Red: Summer   Yellow: Fall   Blue: Winter   Green: Spring

So I got my inspiration on... I know... Pinterest and it was actually really easy from there. You can find my pin here. I'm sure anyone could do this painting. All it is is a background of fading colors, a tree sketched in pencil, then painted in black, and then some added browns for dimensions  After that it is just swirls of colors, adding whites and blacks, maybe some more color. Honestly I thoroughly enjoyed this and there wasn't much thought process to go along with it, except for if I needed a splotch of color in a corner or something. 

So yeah, I used canvases from Welk-Mart (a dollar store), some decent paint brushes and one really stiff, small short bristly brush. A paint pallet or something that you can mix your colors on, and the primary colors, black, and white, with a few twists like a teal, brown, as well as some different greens. Oh and don't forget some good lighting, some paper towel, newspaper to line your counter top, as well as a glass or jar with water to clean your brush. And ta-da.

My only dilemma right now is how to do the sides. You can't see it in the picture, but I failed to carry the background all the way down the canvases, and so I have to decide if I want to try and duplicate the background, or if I should just paint it black on the edges. I shall have to figure it out :)

Y'all have a great night and I shall talk to you soon!

(P.S. Don't forget to check out my pin board and create your own account. It is crazy addicting and you can get some great ideas on there! God Bless!)

Paintin' a storm

Not-So-Princess Lizzy

My Life Story - Part 1

Alright, so I know y'all are going to be going into shock right now as I am putting up a new post right now, especially at this early hour, but I just felt like it was needed. I'm going to break it all to you straight, I'M RUN DOWN.

I know you are all in the dark as to why, so that is what this post is all about... and I apologize in advance for the length and will probably split up the story to a few entries. For the past 3, almost 4 years my life has been a living hell. You know when you are watching a movie full of cops and such, and you are thinking to yourself, WOW, I don't know if I could live through that... well my family just did.

Intro

My dad, due to deep residing hatred against CRA for stealing millions of dollars back in '95 decided to not pay income taxes. He filed zero's on his tax returns, and my mom did as well to keep our family together. This of course had to come to an end at some point, and in November of 2009 they (meaning cops, family services, CRA employees, as well as who knows else) raided our home and seized all of my dad's paperwork as well as went through EVERYTHING in the house. And I mean everything.

I was at in class at the time at the Christian School in town. I was currently in grade 10, and had no idea what was happening just 4 km away. The secretary came to my class and asked to see me, which was strange because that wasn't something that ever happened. The worst scenarios were going through my head... my parents died in a car accident, my brother died from a drug overdose, my grandfather passed away... I never imagined what would happen next.

She brought me to the office and said that I had a visitor that wished to speak to me... and at this I was extremely confused... like more than normal. She brought me to the principle's office and introduced me to a family service representative. She seemed nice and all, but I was a little confuzzled (yes that is a word) as to why she was visiting me. I mean, my parents weren't child beaters.... so what was this all about.

I soon got my answer as she explained that they were investigating my family as we were brought to their attention. She wouldn't say by whom or why, but I just went along with it. She proceeded for the next hour to pump me with questions about how my parents raised me, how they treated us kids, how we were punished etc. Now I will be the first to say that I got MANY whippings and other various forms of disciplining as a child (including the removal of books for two weeks :P), but I know that I deserved them in some way, shape or form. I knew my parents loved me, and were trying to raise me to become the God-fearing woman that I am now. Nearing the end of the hour she asked me when the last time my parents had punished me with the belt. I of course answered with as much truth as possible in saying it had been a while, but how long I had no idea.

Even at the age I was, I knew that the wrong answer could put us kids in a relative's residence... and that scared me. I was "careful" with everything I said, fearing what she was writing in that notepad of hers. Little did I know that my older brother Caleb, by 1.5 years, was in the room beside mine also talking to a family service rep. He was grilled the same way, and I am assuming answered in the same form as me.

She finally allowed me to return to my class, in which I had a hard time acting like life was normal and that it wasn't just about to fall apart! I sat through the remaining hour of class and waited anxiously for my mom to pick me up, all the while pretty much ignoring my friends around me. The moment I got into the vehicle I knew life wouldn't be the same again. She drove Caleb and I home, all the while explaining what was going on. She seemed shocked to find out that we had been talked to already, and was furious that she was not told by family services before they spoke to us. And the funny thing was, that we were both told that our parents were told about our meeting and were fine with it.

The Home Scene

I was in for the shock of my life when we drove onto the driveway and discovered about 20 cop cars as well as about another 10 civilian cars on our driveway and street, some with the lights still flashing. My mom informed my brother and I to pack up about a weeks worth of clothes and anything else we would need because we were moving into a family friend's house for the time being.

Our view off the back of the property

When I walked into my room I felt completely violated. There were two people in there going through my journals as well as my books and clothing. They didn't necessarily "mess" anything up, but you could tell where they had been already as things were shifted. I don't know if you have ever experienced something like that, but I don't wish to experience it again. Gives me the shivers remembering.

I packed my clothes and grabbed all my school stuff as well as some books and my volleyball gear. I remember grabbing some shirts as my mom walked into my room and looked at me with huge tears in her eyes. She just stood in the doorway, looking about to break into pieces, and the only thing I could do was go to her and give her the biggest hug ever and tell her that everything would be OK,  and that we just had to pray.

Once ready, she drove us over 3 blocks and dropped us off, all the while telling us she would be by soon to check up on us. To keep this portion of the story from going on forever... I am going to hurry it up and just say that we lived there for a month and a half while my parents fixed an "apparent mold problem" that could be "SMELLED" from the upstairs to the downstairs (not actually possible) as well as correct some of the wiring and electrical in the house that was unfinished as we were in the middle of a renovation.

I am about to sign off for now as I don't think I can write any more as I am super exhausted but I will either write some more tomorrow or Saturday, and let you know a little bit more about my crazy story, and how God made it possible for me to continue to live one more day at a time.

Feelin' a little blue,
Not-So-Princess Lizzy

Getting Artsy...

So last night I was bored after working at T-Bone's (one of my jobs), and so I decided to go on Pinterest for a little while... lo and behold, I spent hours on there and rediscovered my love for the site. If you haven't been, GO NOW!!!

Anyways, I was looking at DIY (stands for Do It Yourself for those who don't know the lingo) and Crafts and found a few things that I really want to do to make my room that much more liveable (IT IS REALLY UGLY RIGHT NOW!)... maybe someday I`ll post some pics of my room ;)

So, once I started I could not stop, and I repinned a few hundred pins... oops lol. It was 1 am by the time I left my computer to start one of the crafts, which was jewelry organizers covered in fabric. See, my drawer that I keep it all in was way to jumbled and I swear I spent more time looking than actually applying.

The finished product

All I did was go to the recycling, find a few cardboard boxes (not too thick of cardboard), measure my drawer, and make a blueprint. After that, I started cutting out the pieces. I made a few of the boxes before my eyes began to close.

When I woke up this morning I was raring to go. I finished making the boxes and then I had to find the fabric... took me a little while, but I found a red and a blue and white stripped fabric. If I were to do this again I would pick the blue and white over the red... it was a stiffer fabric which I found extremely helpful because it didn`t bubble when I used my Elmer`s Spray Adhesive, unlike the red fabric which was flimsy.

I cut two pieces per box. One that was long enough to go all the way around and high enough to cover the outside and inside with extra to spare. And the second piece covered the bottom of the box with extra for "seams". The more boxes I made, the better I became, so don't be discouraged if you try this and the first box looks terrible :P

Of course this is the first DIY that I have ever posted.... so I forgot to take before pictures... (so stupid of me!)

So here is the finished product!

Alright, and on to the second DIY. As I was sitting on my bed, I looked up and realized my lamp was hideous... so I decided to change it up.

I went on a search of the fabric.... but couldn't find the right thing, until I saw the tub marked LACE and I knew I had hit the jackpot. I found a huge old lace curtain that worked perfectly. I also decided that teh bottom of the lamp was a hideous blue color, so I painted it with acrylic paint... I'm not sure if I should have used something differently cause I found it hard to paint on. Might have to redo it soon, but for now it looks amazing!! I also put on a sealer coat of clear gloss finish. Once it was dry I added a red ribbon, and thought I was done.... but was I wrong or what.

It looked to simple and plain, so I searched the basement, and found the perfect thing! BUTTONS. I grabbed black ones, and white, gold and bronze. With a mixture of shapes and sizes I began to glue them down, and the finished product is something I am quite happy with :D






Well I am done for the night, and I hope to continue to post some more DIY crafts that I do in my free time! I'll keep you updated <3

CIAO

Feeling Crafty,
Not-So-Princess Lizzy