10 Christmas Vignettes for Festive Decor. Groups of decorative items lend charm, character, and life to any space for holiday decorating.

It’s time to decorate for Fall and today we have the most adorable Free Printable Cute Autumn Vignettes Part Two and I mean CUTE!!!

Student Examples- second graders Here's how you begin... 1. With a pencil, lightly Draw a line from each opposing corner and each opposing edge. It should make 2 Xs. 2. Lightly with a pencil, Beginning in the middle of Xs, draw concentric circles going outward to edges. 3. Outline X lines with black marker. 3. Make a marker dot where each X line intersects a circle. 4. Draw a swooping curved line from dot to dot traveling around each circle. Continue outward. 5. Draw a spider dangling from a string. 6. Begin drawing patterns, designs, shapes & lines in some of the web openings....

These Free Printable Patriotic Farmhouse Vignettes are going to add a touch of charm... vintage and a touch of Red, White and Blue

You’ll love how easy these no sew fabric pumpkins are to make! I’m not ready to go full steam ahead and decorate for fall just yet, but…I am having fun with a few fall projects that I can start using around the house now. Today I have a simple DIY to share with you guys....Read More »

Ready for a seasonal refresh? Dive into our creative fall bedroom decor ideas and learn how to add cozy vibes to your bedroom this autumn.

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7 Super Simple Fall Vignettes. Use these display ideas to style your fall vignettes for any tabletop, coffee table, living room or home decor.

Christmas is one of those times when you are going to want to get into the holiday spirit and make sure you have a good time along the way.

Megan Whisner Quinlan shows you how to let your creativity soar as you make this beautiful journal spread using Dina Wakley Gloss Sprays & Tim Holtz Stamps.

It's time to decorate for Halloween and today we have the most awesome Free Printable Cute Halloween Vignettes and I mean CUTE!!!

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What a beautiful vintage image of the Virgin Mary... Mother of God holding Baby Jesus adorning this gorgeous handcrafted prayer candle. Pretty on an altar, shrine, tabletop, display shelf, Christmas or holiday vignette. Lovely addition to your shabby cottage chic or French style home ! Much prettier than the ones sold in the markets today, this candle is adorned with sparkly German glass glitter on the pastel tone image. This Victorian image is taken from a vintage Catholic prayer card printed on high-quality paper. Beautiful vintage style pink prong set rhinestone trim and gold metallic braiding resembling a crown decorates the top of this gorgeous prayer candle! For added shabby and chic style charm I attached a delicate pale pink ribbon and flower adornment... This is a limited edition! Listing is for ONE prayer candle....others candles in the photos are available in separate listings.... flowers and other accessories shown in the photos are not included Made of 100% pure paraffin wax, in glass cylinder, lead free wick Burns for up to 80 hours depending on the burning conditions Measures : 8“ tall by 2 1/2 Thank you for visiting my shop... should you have any questions please feel free to ask, I’m always available!

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Nazarenos (the hooded people you’ll see marching through the streets of Spain en masse, carrying candles and huge sculptures of weeping Marias, beating drums – and sometimes themselves) are Spanish Catholics doing penance for their sins during Holy Week. The processions are solemn things to behold and somewhat eerie at night. The pointed hats were […]

In The Heart of a Woman, Maya Angelou leaves California with her son, Guy, to move to New York. There she enters the society and world of black artists and writers, reads her work at the Harlem Writers Guild, and begins to take part in the struggle of black Americans for their rightful place in the world. In the meantime, her personal life takes an unexpected turn. She leaves the bail bondsman she was intending to marry after falling in love with a South African freedom fighter, travels with him to London and Cairo, where she discovers new opportunities. The Heart of a Woman is filled with unforgettable vignettes of such renowned people as Billie Holiday and Malcom X, but perhaps most importantly chronicles the joys and the burdens of a black mother in America and how the son she has cherished so intensely and worked for so devotedly finally grows to be a man. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780812980325 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Random House Publishing Group Publication Date: 04-21-2009 Pages: 352 Product Dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.90(d) Age Range: 14 - 18 Years Series: Oprah's Book Club SeriesAbout the Author Maya Angelou was raised in Stamps, Arkansas. In addition to her bestselling autobiographies, including I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and The Heart of a Woman, she wrote numerous volumes of poetry, among them Phenomenal Woman, And Still I Rise, On the Pulse of Morning, and Mother. Maya Angelou died in 2014.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt The Harlem Writer's Guild was meeting at John's house, and my palms were sweating and my tongue was thick. The loosely formed organization, without dues or membership cards, had one strict rule: any invited guest could sit in for three meetings, but thereafter, the visitor had to read from his or her work in progress. My time had come. Sara Wright and Sylvester Leeks stood in a corner talking softly. John Clarke was staring at titles in the bookcase. Mary Delaney and Millie Jordan were giving their coats to Grace and exchanging greetings. The other writers were already seated around the living room in a semicircle. John Killens walked past me, touching my shoulder, took his seat and called the meeting to order. "O.K., everybody. Let's start." Chairs scraped the floor and the sounds reverberated in my armpits. "As you know, our newest member, our California singer, is going to read from her new play. What's the title, Maya?" "One Love, One Life." My usually deep voice leaked out high-pitched and weak. A writer asked how many acts the play had. I answered again in the piping voice, "So far only one." Everyone laughed; they thought I was making a joke. "If everyone is ready, we can begin." John picked up his note pad. There was a loud rustling as the writers prepared to take notes. I read the character and set description despite the sudden perversity of my body. The blood pounded in my ears but not enough to drown the skinny sound of my voice. My hands shook so that I had to lay the pages in my lap, but that was not a good solution due to the tricks my knees were playing. They lifted voluntarily, pulling my heels off the floor and then trembled like disturbed Jello. Before I launched into the play's action, I looked around at the writers expecting but hoping not to see their amusement at my predicament. Their faces were studiously blank. Within a year, I was to learn that each had a horror story about a first reading at the Harlem Writers Guild. Time wrapped itself around every word, slowing me. I couldn't force myself to read faster. The pages seemed to be multiplying even as I was trying to reduce them. The play was dull, the characters, unreal, and the dialogue was taken entirely off the back of a Campbell's soup can. I knew this was my first and last time at the Guild. Even if I hadn't the grace to withdraw voluntarily, I was certain the members had a method of separating the wheat from the chaff. "The End." At last. The members laid their notes down beside their chairs and a few got up to use the toilets. No one spoke. Even as I read I knew the drama was bad, but maybe someone would have lied a little. The room filled. Only the whispering of papers shifting told me that the jury was ready. John Henrik Clarke, a taut little man from the South, cleared his throat. If he was to be the first critic, I knew I would receive the worst sentence. John Clarke was famous in the group for his keen intelligence and bitter wit. He had supposedly once told the FBI that they were wrong to think that he would sell out his home state of Georgia; he added that he would give it away, and if he found no takers he would even pay someone to take it. "One Life. One Love?" His voice was a rasp of disbelief. "I found no life and very little love in the play from the opening of the act to its unfortunate end." Using superhuman power, I kept my mouth closed and my eyes on my yellow pad. He continued, his voice lifting. "In 1879, on a March evening, Alexander Graham Bell successfully completed his attempts to send the human voice through a little wire. The following morning some frustrated playwright, unwilling to build the necessary construction plot, began his play with a phone call." A general deprecating murmur floated in the air. "Aw, John" and "Don't be so mean" and "Ooo Johnnn, you ought to be ashamed." Their moans were facetious, mere accompaniment to their relish. Grace invited everyone to drinks, and the crowd rose and started milling around, while I stayed in my chair. Grace called to me. "Come on, Maya. Have a drink. You need it." I grinned and knew movement was out of the question. Killens came over. "Good thing you stayed. You got some very important criticism." He, too, could slide to hell straddling knotted greasy rope. "Don't just sit there. If they think you're too sensitive, you won't get such valuable criticism the next time you read." The next time? He wasn't as bright as he looked. I would never see those snotty bastards as long as I stayed black and their asses pointed toward the ground. I put a nasty-sweet smile on my face and nodded. "That's right, Maya Angelou, show them you can take anything they can dish out. Let me tell you something." He started to sit down beside me, but mercifully another writer called him away. I measured the steps from my chair to the door. I could make it in ten strides. "Maya, you've got a story to tell." I looked up into John Clarke's solemn face. "I think I can speak for the Harlem Writer's Guild. We're glad to have you. John Killens came back from California talking about your talent. Well, in this group we remind each other that talent is not enough. You've got to work. Write each sentence over and over again, until it seems you've used every combination possible, then write it again. Publishers don't care much for white writers." He coughed or laughed. "You can imagine what they think about black ones. Come on. Let's get a drink." I got up and followed him without a first thought. Show More What People are Saying What People are Saying About This From the Publisher "I know that not since the days of my childhood, when people in books were more real than the people one saw every day, have I found myself SO moved." — James Baldwin "Full of laughter and tears, love and hate, failures and triumphs, and above all, understanding." — John O. Killens "Gather Together in My Name "Gather Together in My Name is part of a select body of literature that includes The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Claude Brown's Manchild in the Promised land, and Ernest J. Gaines's The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman. Maya Angelou regards the world and herself with intelligence and wit; she records the events of her life with style and grace." — William McPherson, The Washington Post Book World "Here the 'caged bird' soars, and sings in a voice as rich and funny, passionate and mellow as any writer I know." — Shana Alexander

These DIY stuffed fabric Christmas trees make adorable, affordable Christmas decor, the perfect no sew Christmas fabric project!

Keeping it simple can be all you need for the most festive vignette. At Home stopped me in my tracks my last visit, carrying the most charming faux gingerbread houses at such a great price. Rather than clutter, I wanted a sense of calm and simplicity. Using a select group of pieces can be such a statement in itself be used to anchor the space. Let's look at decorating with a small collection, like these gingerbread houses create such a cozy look! What started as a whim turned into the perfect festive focal point, proving that less truly can be