If you haven't seen our fab New Year post this week
from Monday, featuring four of the
Ooh La Frou Frou girls' resolutions ...
just scroll back to the previous post ... you don't want to miss it!
This is a little ADDITIONAL post by on a Thursday
by me, the artist, Sandy,
because I'm SO excited that we've been nominated for our first
Blogger Award
by darling Cupcake of the fun and fashionable Fashion Tarts blog!!
Thank you, Cupcake!
from Monday, featuring four of the
Ooh La Frou Frou girls' resolutions ...
just scroll back to the previous post ... you don't want to miss it!
This is a little ADDITIONAL post by on a Thursday
by me, the artist, Sandy,
because I'm SO excited that we've been nominated for our first
Blogger Award
by darling Cupcake of the fun and fashionable Fashion Tarts blog!!
Thank you, Cupcake!
In order to be able to claim this little jewel
and place it proudly in my sidebar,
Cupcake has told me that I simply
must must must tell seven things about myself.
Could be anything.
So, here goes ...
1. As I child, I was a horse lover. I mean, serious horse lover.
and place it proudly in my sidebar,
Cupcake has told me that I simply
must must must tell seven things about myself.
Could be anything.
So, here goes ...
1. As I child, I was a horse lover. I mean, serious horse lover.
Pretended I was a horse on the playground with a friend.
Horse pictures taped on my bedroom wall.
Conjured up a plan to beg my parents to get me one.
Over and over and over.
And then, one day, it worked. We moved to gorgeous acreage with a barn
and my parents bought me a Tennessee Walker named Prince.
Oooh, he was loverly.
Sleek brown with a snowy white face.
He would pick his feet up and walk pretty
and run VERY fast.
I would sail over jumps with the wind in my hair.
I was in heaven.
Then I discovered that some dreams comes with a downside.
As in a stinky stable to clean.
I discovered why cowboys wear scarves over their noses.
Ewww. And horses get burrs in their tail. So not fun.
That was about the time I discovered I am the Princess type.
But we kept Prince until I discovered boys
and I put THEIR pictures on my walls.
Now I go riding every fall along trails with golden trees
and at the end of the trail,
I hand my horse over to a stableman.
That, my friends, is the way a Princess rides.
The Queen's Granddaughter, Zara Phillip's Image via
2. On this same acreage we had a beautiful apple orchard.
Flowers graced the trees in the spring.
The smell of apples permeating everything in the fall ...
our house, our car, everything.
We sold the apples and people would sit in cars
lined down our long driveway and down the street.
Some of the McIntosh apples were nearly as big as grapefruit.
My dad's cider was the best I've ever tasted.
If you're one of my twitter or facebook followers,
you know I am a Fall Lover.
Fall to me will always be ... apples.
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3. In spite of my love of horses and apple trees
and walks in the woods ...
this Princess is definitely a City Girl.
Nothing makes my heart skip a beat
like the lights, the energy,
the glamour
and the thrill of the city.
When you think of me ... think city lights.

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4. My favorite flower is a pink peony.
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5. I floated high above the ground in a hot air balloon once,
and we floated down and touched the water with our basket
and floated back up again.
Magic.
Horse pictures taped on my bedroom wall.
Conjured up a plan to beg my parents to get me one.
Over and over and over.
And then, one day, it worked. We moved to gorgeous acreage with a barn
and my parents bought me a Tennessee Walker named Prince.
Oooh, he was loverly.
Sleek brown with a snowy white face.
He would pick his feet up and walk pretty
and run VERY fast.
I would sail over jumps with the wind in my hair.
I was in heaven.
Then I discovered that some dreams comes with a downside.
As in a stinky stable to clean.
I discovered why cowboys wear scarves over their noses.
Ewww. And horses get burrs in their tail. So not fun.
That was about the time I discovered I am the Princess type.
But we kept Prince until I discovered boys
and I put THEIR pictures on my walls.
Now I go riding every fall along trails with golden trees
and at the end of the trail,
I hand my horse over to a stableman.
That, my friends, is the way a Princess rides.
The Queen's Granddaughter, Zara Phillip's Image via
2. On this same acreage we had a beautiful apple orchard.
Flowers graced the trees in the spring.
The smell of apples permeating everything in the fall ...
our house, our car, everything.
We sold the apples and people would sit in cars
lined down our long driveway and down the street.
Some of the McIntosh apples were nearly as big as grapefruit.
My dad's cider was the best I've ever tasted.
If you're one of my twitter or facebook followers,
you know I am a Fall Lover.
Fall to me will always be ... apples.
Image via
3. In spite of my love of horses and apple trees
and walks in the woods ...
this Princess is definitely a City Girl.
Nothing makes my heart skip a beat
like the lights, the energy,
the glamour
and the thrill of the city.
When you think of me ... think city lights.

Image via
4. My favorite flower is a pink peony.
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5. I floated high above the ground in a hot air balloon once,
and we floated down and touched the water with our basket
and floated back up again.
Magic.
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6. My favorite gift is fine jewelry.
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7. I love luxury hotels with doormen that leave chocolates on your pillow.
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That's it, Cupcake, thanks again!!
I want to thank the Academy.
Can't wait to put my Blogger Award in the sidebar!
Four more Ooh La Frou Frou girls
will post Monday on Ooh La Frou Frou's next regular post
with four more resolutions!
See you then, all!
6. My favorite gift is fine jewelry.
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7. I love luxury hotels with doormen that leave chocolates on your pillow.
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That's it, Cupcake, thanks again!!
I want to thank the Academy.
Can't wait to put my Blogger Award in the sidebar!
Four more Ooh La Frou Frou girls
will post Monday on Ooh La Frou Frou's next regular post
with four more resolutions!
See you then, all!
Sandy
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