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Clarks Summit, Pennsylvania, United States
I have been crafting and doing shows for 20 plus years. I have 3 children and I love creating primitive country crafts. I am married and my husband is my biggest asset to my success. But I can't forget the help my children have been through the years and still to this day. This has been a true family event. I hope you like what you see. I have made so many friends through the years. They started out as customers an are now dear friends, and that is all worth the long hours that we all put into making our creations. I say our creations, because my husband and children help in so many ways. Enjoy my pictures and posts, have a cup of coffee and some downtime to just relax...and come back soon...from my house to yours, Denise

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

I Got Past The First Show

Hi everyone, today is March 19th, closing in on a quarter of the new year gone already.  Time flies but not necessarily are we having fun.  Each day presents a new challenge in each life.  My title of this blog is exactly as it reads.  I had my first craft show of this year.  The first one is the hardest one to do in my opinion.  First, I always forget a few things that I need at this show.  With having a sale at the end of my show season at my house, things are brought into the house that are best left in the show trailer.  But unfortunately they are needed when I do this house show.  So, thanks to some of my crafter friends I scrounged up some much needed tissue to wrap each item before I bagged them.  I also forgot my room sprays, and my wood houses for my porch posts...nothing as bad as when I forgot my bags one year.  That was a really bad thing to forget.  I write down a list as I think of things...and the things I remember and don't take the time to write down, are the items I forget.  I want to blame it on getting "older" but I have done this since I started shows, so it is an ongoing problem... but most of the time easily fixed with the help of the crafters I have helped along the way. 

So let's talk about the show.  The day was nice, chilly but the show was a little slow at times.  But we had some selling spurts throughout the day.  It wasn't my worst show there, and not my best.  I had a lot of new things to keep my booth fresh to both my regular customers and all the new ones that find me.  Sadly the Spring and Summer shows are not as strong in sales as years past, so I am only doing a limited number of them.  My Fall and Winter shows are stronger in sales and I do more from September on.  I will post some pictures from my show of some of the new items I have made.  Please note that some of these may be available on my Etsy shop.  https://www.etsy.com/shop/DenisesKountryPatch

I have been working on Fall and Winter items since January, along with the season of the moment.  Some new avenues are being explored, as lumber has really taken a huge increase since we have had so many hurricanes and flooding across the country.  I am not sure if I will have any of the 4 foot tall wood items this year, but will see how it goes.  I am going to add more vintage items as well as fabric creations that I have been collecting and buying patterns for.  The fabric will surely make our totes much lighter to handle so there is a bright side to change.  I am going to work on a giveaway soon for all of you to have a chance to win.  Hopefully for my next blog post it will be ready.  Well that is that for this post, I hope and wish for all your days to be all you want them to be.

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Thursday, March 14, 2013


Hi again everyone.
I told you in my last post I would tell you about the new kitten I got a while after Tater Tot passed away.  It took me a while to look for a new one, I went with my daughter a few times searching but came up empty.  Partially because I wasn't ready, and partly because I didn't find "the one".  Then one day I was heading to another town for some craft supplies. As I was sitting at the light waiting for it to turn green, I suddenly thought... the SPCA is a few blocks down this road if I take a right.  Well that is what I did, and I walked in not thinking I would find anything as it was not really kitten season.  I told the woman I was looking for a young male cat, and she showed me a adult female, telling me how friendly she was.  Then after her showing me 2 more adult cats, I was resigned to leave thinking oh well....as I turned I didn't notice this huge room with a big glass door and it housed about 6 to 8 cats.

My eyes caught this little orange fur baby sleeping in a fuzzy bed.  I asked to see it, and found out it was a male.  As I took him from her arms, he snuggled into my neck rubbing and rubbing his head and kissing my ear.

Well, long story short, I put in an application for him, and had to go back the next day to get him.  As I walked out the shelters door the day I picked him up to take him home, it was Dec. 6th exactly 4 months to the day Tater passed, and I looked at the clock in the car and it was 1:30pm......the same time that he went to sleep.  Now, many people have said to me, in a strange way Tater led me to him, as I was not planning on looking for a kitten that day, but somehow I found him.

Now this poor kitten was here for a month with no name...I was leaning to "Little Tot"...I tried so many names, but finally one day I thought of one of my favorite movies and said that is it....I am Sam.....I named him Sam,.....Samson when he is being bold....so that is Sams story and how he found a new home when he left the shelter.

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Thursday, February 28, 2013

Spring is on the way...

Hi everyone, it has been a while since I last posted. So much has happened and time has gotten away from me. Let me start with saying I have missed writing my blog, and the first news I will tell you is that my Tater Tot has passed away. On August 6th, 2012 at 1:30 pm, Tater Tot went to sleep, he was only 15 months old. With his failing health I was watching him slowly change from a playful, loving kitten to one who started to lay in the corner in distress. He was starting to suffer and I realized the vet wasn't going to fix him. Since the day I picked him out of the litter he had a special place in my heart. Once I got him home, immediately I realized he was a special kitten, but also that he had some problems. He would throw up and be in distress for hours after trying to eat. Never thinking that eating would grow to be his demise. The vet had him stable with some stomach medicine for many months, but then around July he started once again to throw up every time he ate. Tater Tot loved his food, but sadly his joy of eating also gave him hours of distress.

I could see he was suffering more and more each day. So that day I made the only decision that would give him peace, no pain of an operation that may not work, no more throwing up, no more labored breathing. Sadly his peace gave me great distress. Animals are not like people. They don't ask for anything but love, food and shelter. I have been judged many times throughout my life, and one thing I have learned is that animals love unconditionally. My Tater Tot is buried along the side of our house under the big red maple tree. We live in the country and when the weather is nice, and the day may be happy or sad...I sit on the steps of the side deck with a cup of coffee....and I can see his special place and I can remember him and how much joy he brought into my life. I know now that keeping him alive would have only benefited me.

On a happier note, I did eventually look for another kitten. I really feel Tater led me to him, as I was on my way to the mall when I was stopped at a light. As I was sitting there I realized the SPCA was right down the road. So I made a right turn and I ended up adopting a kitten. I put him in my car at "exactly" the same time Tater went to sleep....1:30pm 4 months to the day he died. I have to tell you about my new kitten, but that will be another post because this one is Tater Tot's story. He was loving, funny, and he loved his "buggies"..which I should explain. Tater loved his toys, like a kid he knew when I came home I would have a new one for him. He would hop up on the top of the couch waiting patiently for me to open the new buggy. He would play with them for hours, I put them away each night and each morning I woke up to at least 10 of them all over the living room floor. I kept a tuff of his sweet fluffy tail, a few of his favorite buggies, and the rest I placed around him as we laid him to rest. Thinking about him still makes me tear up. Some will say, oh he was just an animal...well I would say to you...No he was not, he was Tater Tot....

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