"Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now."
...written by Hugh Martin


My favorite Christmas song....I share it with all of you. I hope the Spirit is flowing strong in your heart. I love this time of year! Like a child, I still wish for a 'white Christmas'....smile when I see a 'Santa'....gaze in awe at the wonderful lights as I drive through neighborhoods...and hope for Peace with every thought of what Christmas is truly about.

The season has found me busy this year, so many orders, so much to do, but then again, so much to be thankful for. I am blessed with so many great friends who are such a strong part of my life and heart. My family is wonderful, a true blessing. My mother is now physically absent at our gatherings, but still felt so strongly. She always found a way of making Christmas the absolute best...memories that will never be forgotten, lessons still being passed along. Each memory is a building block to creating our individual character, our soul.

I hope this Christmas brings each child a happy memory. We all sometimes forget what the slightest gift, the smallest gesture, the most innocent touch of kindness can do to a child's heart. I remember one year at Christmas, all of my countless cousins were gathered by my Grandparents' tree awaiting the "presents". Sitting in the front was an unwrapped, child's blender that with batteries actually worked! All of my girl cousins just knew it was "hers", and the excitement was wild. I sat quietly, knowing it was not mine, I usually got slippers. As the gifts were passed out, paper tossed wildly, my Aunt Eva stepped over to me handing me the 'Blender'. She looked me sternly in the eye and said this was for me, so I could start helping my mom in the kitchen and learn to cook as good as she did. My cousins were so jealous, but I was thrilled more than anyone would ever know. Today, I love cooking. Thank you Aunt Eva!

We receive gifts to the soul daily, but Christmas is so special. I send everyone a thank you for all you have given me and the hope for each child, old and young to have a Blessed and Merry Christmas.

"The merry family gatherings - the old, the very young; the strangely lovely way they harmonize in carols sung. For Christmas is tradition time - traditions that recall the precious memories down the years, the sameness of them all."
- Helen Lowrie Marshall

Christmas is upon us....trees are glistening, front doors are adorned in beautiful wreaths, floors show the remnants of wrapping paper and families and friends are rushing, laughing, smiling and preparing! Christmas is here!

We all have our ways of celebrating Christmas, our "traditions". A few weeks ago, my oldest was home and I was amazed at her recollection of our holidays past. She recalled how we began our season, Thanksgiving weekend and followed it through to the end. I was jolted into a glimpse of past, but also realized how some of our "traditions" have changed. What once had been a solid performance, new Christmas pajamas the day after Thanksgiving, sugar cookie making the first Saturday in December, St. Nick's Day abundant with goodies, the "mouse" moving each day to that one BIG day....oh so many "traditions", have been changed, tweaked, or simply set aside.

I have been thinking about traditions, and the celebration of the Holidays. Where did our traditions go? Growing up, the first Saturday always found my mom and me at my Grandmother's house making the infamous "Springerle" cookie. The process was endless, the result a hard, powdery, anise flavored delicacy that many would say, "yuck"! Yet every year, the same routine, the same schedule. This time of year the slightest sniff of anise and I am engulfed in those memories, the tradition.

I look around my home and see various old decorations still surviving, new additions sprinkled amongst, past Christmas photos of smiles, cards of greetings finding my mailbox and a warmth finds my soul. Our Christmas Traditions are not the actual "act", but the result, the bond, the meaning. I would have to have the Springerele recipe in front of me to make them, but I remember Grandma's laugh like yesterday, my mother covered in flour and Perry Como belting out some Christmas cheer.

Today I find my own kitchen counter filled with tins of cookies and fudge galore. Families and friends are busy making plans to celebrate. My days are spent searching for the special gift or perfect way to say "Merry Christmas". True, some of my "traditions" have changed, at least it would appear, but looking deeper, seeing my girls snicker as they shove that cookie quickly into their mouth, slowly pass by the tree to see the name on that gift, hang onto that old ornament one more year, or share one of their memories, I know my holiday traditions are still living strong. Christmas Traditions....remembering old memories, making new memories, and being with family.

I have been making so many new pieces for the season, but wanted to share my newest idea...note cards. I have transferred the paintings I do on silk to card stock...a great little way to send a unique message to all or perhaps a good place to write down those old memories, to preserve them, to share forgotten ways of yesterday...

Enjoy this beautiful Christmas Season!

"Saying thank you is more than good manners. It is good spirituality."

Alfred Painter



With Thanksgiving upon us, and the door is opening to welcome in the Christmas Season, I feel so blessed to be surrounded by wonderful friends, family and God. As a child, Thanksgiving was a time to visit all my cousins and relatives, to eat delicious foods, and to be out of school. Pilgrims, Indians and stories of the First Thanksgiving engulfed my school days' lessons. With each growing year, those lessons of long ago bring me new meaning, new appreciation, new spirit.

A symbol we all recognize with Thanksgiving is the "Cornucopia", the horn of plenty. I take time this year and look deep inside my own "Cornucopia" and see so many blessings, so much harvest, so much love, hope and belief. I am blessed with a beautiful, loving, strong family, a pillar to always keep me going. I have friends that surround me with love, humor and strength. I see my dreams, my hopes, all supported and within reach. I am thankful.

It is funny how God changes our life, helps us gain strength, and most importantly, guides us to new paths. About eight months ago, I met a lady that immediately I knew our spirits were connected. Deborah Gall is an artist and a gallery owner, but more importantly her inner spirit is strong, kind, and one of hope.

Most of November I spent preparing for the Trunk Show at Abide Studio in Franklin, TN. If you have not visited this quaint little gallery, beautiful little shop, then you must put it on your to do list. The show was great! Sales were good, traffic unbelievable, exposure fantastic, but most of all, a new friend quickly became a good friend. I cannot thank Deborah enough for support, help, kindness and friendship.

I am so thankful this season. Happy Thanksgiving!

"but Mom...look how cute she/he/she is! You know you want her/him/her! Mom! You love dogs...we promise we will take care of them..."
Holland and Fielder Walblay


"Hey...where's mom going??" (Poofy)
"I don't know,she has been very busy lately! And I don't like it when she is so busy...no time to hold me!! (Petey)
"Such whiners!! She is getting ready for her Trunk Show! That's why she made us model these sweaters...I love my sweater, it has a hood! (Daisy)
"You are just old...I don't like all this action going on, I am suppose to be played with!" (Poofy)
"Well Princess won't even come out from under the bed!" (Petey)
"I'll say it again, don't worry, mom will be back, and probably bring home treats! I'm taking a nap." (Daisy)
"Well we are staying right under her feet! We want to help if she is bringing back treats!" (Poofy& Petey)

Yes, my dogs are big helpers this week! My latest designs..."Doggie T-shirts", some are hooded, some just plain, all painted with a design on the back!! A fun stocking stuffer for your nearest and dearest! Let's face it, our kids bring home, and we make them ours...one way or another.

I will be at Abide Studio tomorrow 2-5 and again Sat afternoon. Stop in and visit this week or contact me for a custom "doggie t-shirt"!

Doggie T-shirts......$12

"Neckties satisfy modern man's desire to dress in art."

Harry Anderson


We all have our thoughts of what makes a man unique, desirable, sexy. My opinion...a sexy man is confident, strong, powerful, he takes care of himself, but does not profess his vanity. He does not need the admiration of numerous women to boost his power, he knows what he wants and settles for nothing less, even in his search for a mate. This man shows his individuality not only in his stance, but his appearance. He loves being an original. This man can just walk down the street in a basic shirt, but make a bold statement with a flash of color in his tie.

I worked for awhile in the furnishing department of Rodes Rapier before completing my master degree. One of my biggest lessons learned there was how a man's personality, his flair, his soul is often limited or constricted by fashion. There is one place a man can open the window though....his tie. Through neck wear a man can show a taste of who he is deep within. The necktie can be a reflection of the man's soul.

In less than 48 hours the Trunk Show will be in progress. I have numerous hand-painted neckties for any man who loves showing his originality. Most are made of Charmeuse, a few of Jacquard Silk. Colors that are rich and vibrant with illusions of calm, relaxing places to be seen flow through the silk. I do suggest, due to the bias cutting and lining, that my ties be dry-cleaned rather than hand washed...just keeps them looking their best!!

See you Wednesday!

Neck wear prices begin at $50.

"Celebrate the happiness that friends are always giving, make every day a holiday and celebrate just living!"...Amanda Bradley


It is time to top the Holiday shopping! Don't you hate showing up for those Holiday parties only to see your outfit on someone else?? Or everyone is wearing the "in" color?? Make a grand statement or entrance with a unique and original work of art!

I have been working non-stop on several new design of tops. I have blousan tunics of100% silk crepe that are soft, draping and figure hiding perfections! They have a drawstring waistline that allows a comforting "drop-over", a seductive v-neck, bell sleeves with elastic at the wrist and all are painted in various colors to guarantee a wardrobe match!

A newer style to try is the cap sleeve tunic of 100% Charmeuse. These are one size fits all and can be belted, left alone, worn under jackets, or a year round deal in the warmer months! I love these!

As always, I still produce my shells, a tank style , and camisoles, in 100% Charmeuse, both are the perfect, can't go wrong with, piece!

The Trunk Show is just four days away! I hope you can make it in, but if you can't contact me or www.deborahgall.com for more details on any of my items!

Make the Holidays spectacular...wear something original!


A few samples...

Icy Waters............$70 (camisole, size M)
Holiday Fiesta........$65 (blousan tunic, size L)
Cranberry Cocktail....$65 (size L)
Caribbean Waters......$65 (size M)
Rubies................$70 (size M)

Shells priced at $75
Cap Sleeve Tunics priced at $60

"The secret of fashion is to surprise and never to disappoint."
Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton


The scarf....the statement! I love scarves! A scarf is the easiest way to update an outfit, add a touch of color, texture or femininity. When shopping for others, the scarf is the best idea to give! I find a scarf to be a wonderful form of self-expression and flair reflection of the wearer.

Between the upcoming Holiday season, and the Trunk Show next week, I have been busy creating, styling, and designing lots of variations of scarves. Here are just a few samples to be seen next week!

Included in the selection is my favorite, Chiffon scarves. My sizes range 22" x 90" to 18" x 72". This year I have several color choices, some that are fairly solid in color with bits of metallic splashed through or a touch of a design to an edge. When wrapped around the neck the look is amazing and the softness of the chiffon perfect. I have a few that I "over-dyed" with a touch of opaque colors resulting in an amazing iridescent color blend.

Of course, I still carry the famous, never failing Charmeuse scarves. My favorite size, 22" x 90" or 18 x 72. I have several varieties to choose from, most with a festive watercolor effect.

To compliment the season, I have included this year a few Silk Cut Velvets! Truly lovely pieces that hold their hues incredibly. The added fringe makes these around 76".

Last, I am venturing into a new look. Using 100% Habotai Silk, cut a generous 45" x 108", this scarf has endless possibilities. Lightweight enough to be worn as a typical scarf, generous enough to wear on those lovely tropical vacations as a wrap, or, stay truly on top of the "in crowd" and you have the perfect yoga scarf for meditation. They are so unique!! The colors shimmer, and the feel is remarkable.

Come see everything next week!! I am sure you will find lots you want for gifts...and maybe something for yourself! Plus, I will be taking orders if that special color scheme isn't found! Remember, Abide Studio, Nov 18 - 21, for more information contact me or www.deborahgall.com

Scarves....the fashion staple! prices range $40 - $60

"Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful."
Albert Schweitzer



I realize I have not been staying in touch lately, but my time has not been wasted! I am preparing for a Trunk Show next week, Nov 18 - 21 at Abide Studio in Franklin, TN! Abide Studio is a lovely gallery located in The Factory right in the heart of the town. Deborah Gall, the owner of this amazing little shop, is also a very talented artist herself! Her inspirational pieces have been captivating people from here to India!

To prepare, I am trying a few new ideas! As most ladies know, we love our bags, our handbags, our purses, our clutches, etc! I decided to try a new twist on the handbag/evening bag. These are 100% silk, a soft, rich black charmeuse. They have a zipper closure with interior pocket. The strap is a durable cord that can easily be adjusted to the desired length! The 7" x 8" size is perfect for those evening outs or just a little addition to the outfit! Each have been adorned slightly with a selected design painted in opaque colors.

The bags will be at the show next week, and I am also taking orders if anyone wishes to "custom the look". I personally will be there Wednesday afternoon and back on Saturday. I hope you stop by and see me!

"Peace"
"Night of Jazz"
"Merlot"...................... $40 each

For more information on Abide Studio www.deborahgall.com

"To make democracy work, we must be a nation of participants, not simply observers. One who does not vote has no right to complain.”
Louis L'Amour



Last night I attended a Senate Rally that a good friend is running in. The evening was beautiful, full moon above, crisp temperatures and warm company. I looked around at all the friends and acquaintances and saw a sea of support. Obviously there was a political party being represented, but more importantly there was a stand for beliefs, values and change. This crowd were participants....they believed and showed it.

Too often, people take for granted a simple privilege we have, the right to vote. I was raised with the sense of duty, and one of pride to vote and support our nation. My earliest memories begin with both of my grandparents having pictures of John F. Kennedy hanging in their living rooms! I was brought along to the election polls and watched my parents vote. My parents have always been very active in supporting their candidate of choice. Over the years they have hosted gatherings, waved signs, as well as attending so many fundraisers. They instilled a deep desire to always vote and protect your rights.

I remember too how important it was for me to register to vote. I actually was taken to the courthouse on a field trip in High School and registered as a class! My Government teacher was committed to bringing us this privilege and teaching his students their rights as citizens of the United States.

Today, I lack seeing this same enthusiasm in our communities. Our children are being taught government in high school by coaches, not a dedicated advocate of government and its history. Too many young adults leave home and have never bothered to register or have knowledge where they may vote if they wish too, or how to apply for an absentee ballot. With each election, rally, fundraiser, I hope we begin to change this pattern.

I kicked off this political season with a special order from a very strong politician! He requested a red tie for his campaign. Knowing him as I do,I chose a jacquard silk to begin with. First, because it takes a special loom to weave it, second, a jacquard weave incorporates a special pattern of intricacy. I played with various shades of red until the right shade of "power" was found. One last step to pull out this man's strength...a few brush strokes of gold, to remind us all of the value of our VOTE.


The Politician....

For every woman who lives without freedom, the rest of us must face the guilt. Lillian Hellman


I have been writing this month about an old friend, someone who had her life, world and inner-being shattered by Domestic Violence. She is emerging each day a stronger, more confident lady, but yesterday’s fear and sorrow will never be forgotten. Barren River Area Safe Space, (BRASS), has been a huge part of her story of strength. This facility gave her courage when she decided to flee a home of fear. The advocates she worked with provided her with knowledge, options, and someone to lean on when days were dark. BRASS helped her find outside counsel from Kentucky Domestic Violence Association, (KDVA), when more legal strength was needed. Throughout her journey of “Freedom“, BRASS provided her with counseling services to help balance her emotional needs and try and work through the ghosts and monsters of yesterday.

My hope is that more awareness is given to Domestic Violence. I hope to aid in “breaking” the silence. We must continue to support local shelters and facilities like BRASS. Families and friends are wonderful support to victims, but without organizations like BRASS, too many women will not find their “Freedom”.


“Freedom”…..a coat of strength


Please continue the support and awareness of Domestic Violence.
For information on how you can help by making a purchase of Marsch Inspiration or a donation contact:

www.melissamarschwalblay.com
www.deborahgall.com
www.thegalleryat916.com
www.mesh_boutique.com
www.barrenriverareasafespace.com

“I know a lady who used to be full of smiles, spunk and energy. She had hopes, dreams, and ambitions. She was educated and family oriented, and her goals were within reach…..

I know a lady who was swept off her feet, became a wife, mother and her dreams changed. Though living in abundance, beautiful children, home, and lifestyle, when I looked in her eyes I saw hope suffocated by fear, with a color of royalty too often worn on her skin in mockery and all dreams vanishing….

I know a lady who lost her confidence, pride and balance. Clasping tightly to a shred of dignity left, she escaped the Hell enclosing her and continued into the Hell of public display. Struggling each day to have freedom and find peace, she kept her head up and kept walking…..

I know a lady who no longer fears closing her eyes at night. She left so much, but now has pride in what she has. Dreams and goals are on her daily list again. With smiles and new found energy she is driven to prove to herself she is worthy and capable. With echoes of harsh words still ringing in her ears, she is dedicated to finding her old self again…..

I know a lady who today, when I look in her eyes I see my old friend. Struggles are still there, and never does she forget the threats of yesterday, but she, with each new morning, sees herself becoming stronger, happier, confident, and most important, whole again....”
(more to come)

Last night I had the opportunity to attend the Barren River Area Safe Space Candlelight Vigil. The vigil was beautiful. The halo that surrounded us had a message of hope, but shadows of melancholy were still felt. Old friends, families, neighbors, public officials quietly spoke in the crowd and embraced the hope being brought. As the gentle tears of God lightly fell upon us, along with the chilly air HE blew, we all listened to the astounding statistics of how devastating Domestic Violence is to our community. Senator Mike Reynolds and Director Lee Alcott of BRASS captivated the audience with the urgency needed to help stop Domestic Violence.

While a few opened umbrellas, as if wiping away tears, most of us stood frozen, not feeling the wetness or cold. Silent emotion trickled down my spine as the countless names were read at “Speak My Name” in remembrance of those who did not escape.

As we lit the candles in respect, hope and honor, God once again reminded us all that still so much work is needed. I noticed as the sharing of the flame, candle to candle , for each one lit, another quietly went out. HE had sent a quiet message more strength is needed to break the silence.

Afterwards, a few hugs and smiles were sought, but quietly, we all began our departure into the darkness. While walking back to my car, I felt the wetness, the cold, damp air. An eery feeling engulfed me. Glancing back to the dispersing crowd I wondered how many were leaving a ray of hope to go to a home of fear.


Please continue the support and awareness of Domestic Violence.
For information on how you can help by making a purchase of Marsch Inspiration or a donation contact:

www.melissamarschwalblay.com
www.deborahgall.com
www.thegalleryat916.com
www.mesh_boutique.com
www.barrenriverareasafespace.com

“I know a lady who used to be full of smiles, spunk and energy. She had hopes, dreams, and ambitions. She was educated and family oriented, and her goals were within reach…..

I know a lady who was swept off her feet, became a wife, mother and her dreams changed. Though living in abundance, beautiful children, home, and lifestyle, when I looked in her eyes I saw hope suffocated by fear, with a color of royalty too often worn on her skin in mockery and all dreams vanishing….


I know a lady who lost her confidence, pride and balance. Clasping tightly to a shred of dignity left, she escaped the Hell enclosing her and continued into the Hell of public display. Struggling each day to have freedom and find peace, she kept her head up and kept walking…..


I know a lady who no longer fears closing her eyes at night. She left so much, but now has pride in what she has. Dreams and goals are on her daily list again. With smiles and new found energy she is driven to prove to herself she is worthy and capable. With echoes of harsh words still ringing in her ears, she is dedicated to finding her old self again….."

(continuing)




My goal this month is to bring awareness to a topic in society that most find undesirable to discuss. Through awareness, we find ways to help those among us to seek help in what seems hopeless situations. As a friend, parent, family member, neighbor, or even a by-stander, we cannot provide the best help for someone in a domestic abuse situation. Help, strength, and knowledge needs to come from our shelters, and organizations designed strictly to help those in domestic violent relationships. Employees and directors have been trained to assist and offer by far the best help.

Purple, or violet is the color associated with Domestic Violence. Loving color as I do, and all the meanings and significance of color, I find myself drawn to another hue to bless those who have escaped their Hell. Red, a powerful, dominant color seems a good fit. Strength is needed to continue the walk away process. Power is needed to continue the battle. Love is needed within the soul because more often than not, these victims have lost their heart, self-esteem and love for themselves.

My design for today is an incredibly soft, draping, silk camisole. A touch of softness to be worn at the heart….perhaps barely peeking out of a sweater, or jacket, but a bit of indulgence for a lady who has carried more than her share on her shoulders for too long.
I chose a shade of red that reflects a gemstone, the Ruby.

The ruby is considered to be the most powerful gem in the universe. This stone represents or symbolizes contentment, peace, protection, friendship and /or love, vitality and royalty.
The Ruby is filled with love. It is said that persons lacking in self-love should have and mediate on the Ruby. The color of rubies varies from vermilion to red. The most desired color is "pigeon's blood", which is pure red with a hint of blue. The best rubies and star rubies are bright red. Today’s design is so delicate, feminine, even a bit sexy….but powerful.


Rubies…..$70


Please continue the support and awareness of Domestic Violence. The story will continue throughout the month along with many new items.
For information on how you can help by making a purchase of Marsch Inspiration or a donation contact:

www.melissamarschwalblay.com
www.deborahgall.com
www.thegalleryat916.com
www.mesh_boutique.com
www.barrenriverareasafespace.com

“I know a lady who used to be full of smiles, spunk and energy. She had hopes, dreams, and ambitions. She was educated and family oriented, and her goals were within reach…..

I know a lady who was swept off her feet, became a wife, mother and her dreams changed. Though living in abundance, beautiful children, home, and lifestyle, when I looked in her eyes I saw hope suffocated by fear, with a color of royalty too often worn on her skin in mockery and all dreams vanishing….


I know a lady who lost her confidence, pride and balance. Clasping tightly to a shred of dignity left, she escaped the Hell enclosing her and continued into the Hell of public display. Struggling each day to have freedom and find peace, she kept her head up and kept walking….."
(to continue…)


One in four women has experienced domestic violence in her lifetime.
Between 600,000 and 6 million women are victims of domestic violence each year.
More shocking is that approximately one third of the men counseled for battering are professional men who are well respected in their jobs and in their communities. These have included doctors, physiologists, lawyers, ministers and business executives.
Through education, support and awareness we can help reduce these astounding statistics!

Getting out of a domestic violent relationship is the hardest part of the relationship. So many factors come into play. Where are you going to go or how are you going to get him out? Are children involved and what will happen to them? How do you make sure he can’t hurt you once you are apart? The questions and concerns are endless.


Leaving an abuser can be dangerous. Here are a few ideas on how you can leave or if you know someone who needs help, pass these ideas and support to her.

Call a women's shelter or domestic violence hot line for advice. Make the call at a safe time — when the abuser is not around — or from a friend's house or other safe location.

Start a private savings account if possible, or find a way to “put back” a little extra cash in a safe place.

Pack an emergency bag that includes items you'll need when you leave, such as extra clothes and keys. Hide it or leave the bag with a friend or neighbor. Keep important personal papers, money and prescription medications handy so that you can take them with you on short notice.

Have a plan! Know exactly where you'll go and how you'll get there, even if you have to leave in the middle of the night. I suggest having “key” words set to notify a friend or family member of your plans.
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Above all, stay safe and be smart in your actions. A large number of domestic violence victims who break away from their abusive relationship are running for their lives. But for many of these women, there's often no end in sight - they still are unable to say, "I'm no longer a victim OR I'm now a survivor and I'll never be abused again." They are always at risk, always looking over their shoulders in fear, always trying to remain hidden from the men who pursue them relentlessly and won't let go.


Please continue the support and awareness of Domestic Violence. The story will continue throughout the month along with many new items.

“Love Her Madly”…………….$65 (size 6/8)

For information on how you can help by making a purchase of Marsch Inspiration or a donation contact:

www.melissamarschwalblay.com
www.deborahgall.com
www.thegalleryat916.com
www.mesh_boutique.com
www.barrenriverareasafespace.com

A story to be told….

“I know a lady who used to be full of smiles, spunk and energy. She had hopes, dreams, and ambitions. She was educated and family oriented, and her goals were within reach…..

I know a lady who was swept off her feet, became a wife, mother and her dreams changed. Though living in abundance, beautiful children, home, and lifestyle, when I looked in her eyes I saw hope suffocated by fear, with a color of royalty too often worn on her skin in mockery and all dreams vanishing…."
(more to come)

In February 2004, my mother was diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer. Her prognosis was bleak. The rare, but aggressive disease was rapidly invading her body, ripping away her hopes, dreams, and life. Through the following two years, I watched my mother struggle with treatments, surgery, pain, sickness, and that ever flicking hope that her predator, Cancer, would leave. Each morning, she approached her evil with a prayer that IT would leave in peace. She prayed daily that she could overpower this force and find freedom. I remember each doctor visit she would be so apprehensive and hopeful for the check up, but always holding her breath, never completely trusting her predator and his next move to conquer her. For every good check up, came the knowledge IT could still get her and after two years of this torture by an evil so callus, she realized she could not defeat Cancer. She went Home to find Peace June 2006.

Through out this battle, I often thought it reflected an inner torture an abused woman endures. We take for granted the constant torture of worry these women endure daily. They smile, go on, but inside know that at any given time HE may erupt. With the added “hush-hush” society likes to place on this topic, the abused woman may find herself even more alone to fight this battle. With more exposure, more awareness, more strength from society, women in this battle can find help to seek their freedom, their peace. True, like Cancer, even when HE is gone, she may still feel that constant “re-appearance” but she has stronger odds of survival. She has a support team holding her up, giving her strength.

October is National Awareness for Breast Cancer, and National Awareness for Domestic Violence. I want my readers, my friends, my family to help give every woman in our lives a stronger voice, a stronger shield. Stop the Predators!



“New Beginnings”…..$50

The story will continue throughout the month along with many new items.
For information on how you can help by making a purchase of Marsch Inspiration or a donation contact:

www.melissamarschwalblay.com
www.deborahgall.com
www.thegalleryat916.com
www.mesh_boutique.com
www.barrenriverareasafespace.com

A story to be told….

“I know a lady who used to be full of smiles, spunk and energy. She had hopes, dreams, and ambitions. She was educated and family oriented, and her goals were within reach…..
(to be continued)



October is Domestic Violence Awareness….I urge you to wear your purple ribbon!

Domestic violence should not happen to anybody. But it does - and when it does, there is help. October is Domestic Violence awareness month. I am writing today to help inform or to aid in the awareness of abused women. This is an area that is too often overlooked, dismissed, or too difficult to comprehend. Domestic Violence can happen in any home, lifestyle, or education level.

The abuse may be physical, emotional/psychological, sexual, financial/economical, or a mixing of all. The abuser and/or victim can also be someone who is college educated, makes a six figure income, lives in a more upscale neighborhood and considered upper middle class or even upper class. This particular segment is often found to be much harder to comprehend or find help from in society.

An upscale abused woman typically has not had prior exposure or experience with domestic abuse and is often shamed when it occurs in her life. Buying into the myth that it doesn't happen “to someone like her," she shuts down and keeps the secret of her abuse. Her shame leads to an isolation, which increases as her efforts to help her abusive partner fail. Ironically when the upscale abused woman does come forth, she is frequently disbelieved and is met with many obstacles in trying to get the help she needs and deserves. Too many times, she is met with the bias that she has so much advantage that she should be able to help herself. This form of violence is also met by the fact that the upscale batterer has the means and power to carry out any threats he makes toward his partner. Too many women have lost custody of their children due to the well-financed type of legal suits their wealthy partners were able to win.

I am hoping all my readers, friends, family will help make a difference this month. I am dedicating 50% of my sales this month, to a local shelter, Barren River Area Safe Space. Facilities such as these are needed to give shelter, legal advice, and information to any abused woman. With the aid of the advocates they provide, many women find the strength to continue the battle. This is a system that focuses on the victim and her family. Confidentiality and safety is their top priority. Too many women would not make it through the battle if it were not for the support, encouragement and belief these workers give.

I bring back an encore presentation of “Violets” for my debut of this month. Violets was designed with my Grandmother in mind, a lady of peace, harmony and someone who knew how rough life could be. She lived in day and time where no spoke openly of Domestic Violence. We now live in a society filled with knowledge, support and strength. We can change old ways, habits and help systems work better! Purple ribbons will be passed along this month, a color of royalty, wisdom, dignity, and independence. Too many women have lost their dignity, feel no independence and no power. We must unite and give back this strength to those in need.

Violets…55” x 76” $90

The story will continue throughout the month along with many new items.
For information on how you can help by making a purchase of Marsch Inspiration contact:

www.melissamarschwalblay.com
www.deborahgall.com
www.thegalleryat916.com
www.mesh_boutique.com

For making donations please contact Barren River Area Safe Space, 270-781-9334 or lalcott@barrenriverareasafespace.com

“You’re my piece of mind, in this crazy world
You’re every thing I've tried to find
Your love is a pearl
You’re my Mona Lisa
You’re my rainbow skies
And my only prayer is that you realize
You'll always be beautiful in my eyes…”


19 today….
Born on a beautiful sunny day….
Captured all of our hearts….
Giggles and kisses to give…
Ellie in your hand, Chi Chi following behind…
Singing this song….


“The world will turn
And the seasons will change
And all the lessons we will learn
Will be beautiful and strange
We'll have our fill of tears
Our share of sight
My only prayer is that you realize
You'll always be beautiful in my eyes…”



Strength, wisdom, courage growing everyday…
Independent, strong-willed and kind hearted…
Loving, funny and goofy along the way….
Daughter, sister, friend to all….
Dreams and visions of greater things to be….



And there are lines upon my face
From a life time of smiles
When the time comes to embrace
For one long last wine
We can laugh about how time really flies
We won’t say goodbye
Cause true love never dies
You'll always be beautiful in my eyes...

I see the brilliant sunset in your spirit…
Power…strength…passion…desire….love….romance…
You bring a rage and energy that is strong but taming…
You are a love in my soul incomparable….

Happy Birthday Holland Elizabeth!



“You will always be beautiful in my eyes
And the passing is the show
That you will always grow
Ever more beautiful in my eyes….” Joshua Kadison

“A livelier emerald twinkles in the grass,
A purer sapphire melts into the sea”
Tennyson

Everyday is a blessing, and a challenge. I watch those around me try and find peace, harmony or balance in some form of relationship. Perhaps it is in a connectedness between parent and child, or co-workers, or two mates, it really doesn't matter, but all require a form of trust, respect and harmony. When trust is broken, respect betrayed, relationships dwindle.

When I was teaching, the creation of the color wheel was a wonderful way to exhibit how a perfect union or blend could result in a wonderful harmony. This same theory could be applied to any form of relationship, but work or confidence is needed.

Color can be a beautiful motivator to the soul. I find color to bring out strong emotions, reflect moods, give strength, and build confidence.

With September upon us, I have been playing a lot with the more fall or autumn palette. This week I decided to venture down a different path and delve into the color represented by the September Birthstone… named, Sapphire.

Sapphire is often found in a blue hue that draws my thoughts to the sea, a tranquil and soothing color. To keep my palette even more soothing, a touch of another stone, emerald is added. Emeralds are generally found in brilliant greens, and together the two bring an array of emotions.

Sapphire is defined as the symbol of truth, sincerity and faithfulness. This could be a reason so many choose this stone as a symbol of love and eternity. Emerald is thought to aid in the success in love, bring security, promote domestic bliss and bring out truth and honesty. This stone is another popular choice for symbolizing marriage for the “beliefs” it carries.

I began this project with a light weight crepe, something airy, non-confining, and open like the need we all desire in our daily relationships. I selected a style that has become popular due to its versatility, the open front jacket/wrap. Mixing my two very powerful colors noted for successful relationships, this jacket/wrap is a beautiful vision of an analogous harmony. The subtle, neighboring, vertical waves of the mingling hues gives strength, confidence and an elegant design. Now, if only human relationships could be created this easily with this much sincerity!

Sapphires and Emeralds……domestic bliss around you

I saw you standing with the wind and the rain in your face
And you were thinking 'bout the wisdom of the leaves and their grace
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down

And at night the moon is shining on a clear, cloudless sky
And when the evening shadows fall I'll be there by your side
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down ....
Van Morrison


I am dedicating this design to all my "daughters". When I began this design, I had a certain concept in mind, but like life, things changed through the process. As I changed directions, tried a different method to make my "mistake" more tolerable I realized the design was no more a mistake than it was perfect. With every twist I made to "smudge" out imperfections, the more it resembled crumpled leaves....falling down...
My wish to all my "daughters", and you know who you are, is to love yourself, your life, and most importantly, all your mistakes. Often it is the mistakes that give us our growth, and sometimes it is the best thing we did.
Girls, I dedicate this cape-like jacket in a very soft crepe to you....in colors of autumn leaves, and remember, just as my favorite artist sings...."I'll be there by your side...."

Leaves Come Falling Down.....

"You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out.” ...Martha Graham

As Fall is approaching, I find myself thinking of my paternal grandmother. A name like Pearl would conjurer one to think pale ivory, or a soft white….but this spiritual vision was in a vibrant Marigold. Her aura was one of mystique, caught somewhere between a sunshine filled energy to a deep wisdom, almost regal-like intellect. She held a firm position within the family. Even a child could see she was more boss than servant.

This woman believed children should be doing chores, helping in the kitchen or stay out of the way. Her powerful knowledge to farming was displayed heavily through her cooking. Never did I visit and not see pots simmering on the old farm stove. When she was not farming or cooking, she was steadily pumping her old loom, turning out the “rag” rugs. The colorful weaving added a hint of sunlight to the old house. She would show me relentless, time and again, how the warp yarns were strung and the reed weaved the strips of cloth back through. She then would pull the beater down to pack it tightly. I found it mesmerizing.

I truly believe my love for "creating" began while watching her foot gently tap the treadle pump and her hands slip the balls of torn rags through the yarns. The end product was always a beautiful new rug, made of mingled colors to adorn one of the families' floors. This time of year she would be working hard at the loom, crops almost finished, more time at hand and cooler temperatures pushed her inside more.

She did have a love of flowers, the chrysanthemum was a favorite. I often wondered if she loved mums more because during the cooler days of fall she had time to actually enjoy the bloom itself.

I worked this week on a piece of chiffon. Rather than stretching the silk, I hung it and allowed the paint to drench it more deeply. The colors selected tended to be in the fall scenery, or to me, a memory of Grandma pumping the treadle and producing those colorful rugs or a more serene moment by her mum bushes.


Garden Mums..... 14" x 66"

"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and the autumn a mosaic of them all.” …Stanley Horowitz


Autumn is rapidly approaching and today the season is waving her hand hello. I just delivered the above piece to be auctioned at the annual fundraiser coming up, and the crisp blue sky, delightfully cool air, and that ever-so-slight change of color in the trees were a perfect match for the mood. Loving colors as I do, Autumn is my favorite season of beauty. I have always had an interest in science and the whole process of photosynthesis. I am intrigued by the "hiding" color beneath the green blanket of summer plenty in the leaves. As Fall approaches, and the tree begins preparing for winter, her beauty edges out in the most vibrant shades of golds, rust, coppers and rich browns.

As a child, Sunday drives were a wonderful source of entertainment. In the Fall, the drive became so much more colorful and exciting. I still love going for drives and seeing the "hills" of color. The time is limited but cherished.

Capturing those shades is even more fun, and watching them transform into their own beauty when I paint is wonderful. The two pieces I have completed here for PTK Fundraiser brought to life this early period of the season...a little introduction of "Indian Summer".

My first piece is the scarf, a lovely, draping scarf in 100% Jacquard silk. I hand-painted and dyed the piece in a rich, vivid capture of September’s coppers with flickers of the coming gold and yesterday’s green. This scarf is so easy to care for, and meant to be worn, just rinse in dawn dish soap, hang dry, and a light iron is all it takes!

The second piece is an extra long, 100% Charmeuse silk tie. This too is hand-painted in early fall hues much like the colors on my dogwood tree with a shimmer comparable to an Indian Summer day!

I hope you try and make it to the auction! The Public Theatre of Kentucky (PTK) is having their annual fundraiser on Sunday, September 13th 2009, at 440 Restaurant, 440 E. Main Ave., Bowling Green. The PTK non-profit organization is a friend of ArtWorks. Not only has PTK given ArtWorks permission to curate their lobby gallery for the past year, they have also contributed to our organization’s annual member’s exhibition.

"Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can."
-Danny Kaye


August is drawing to a close and it is time for me to get back on track! I have lingered and enjoyed the days of summer long enough. It occurred to me that so many have never had a glimpse of Carpenter's Lake. My photo is a bit old, but this was truly my "front" yard! A mesmerizing vision of wonder that I had at my daily breath each day. This photo was taken about thirty years ago almost to the date. Like my summer visitors were contemplating a flight south for winter, I see my new season adventure as well, as summer begins her departure.

As most are aware, I have many designs featured in the lovely Abide Studio in Franklin, TN. Deborah, the owner, and an inspirational, vibrant, talented and amazing artist herself, runs this very peaceful and tranquil gallery. Thankfully, I have at least spent some of my lazy days of summer refreshing my part of her inventory!! I know I have urged you before, but truly, try and get to Abide Studio for a visit. She has beautiful pieces to see, not to mention the entire set-up of The Factory! I promise, you won't be disappointed.

Today, I discovered a new little spot of promise! Mesh Boutique in Murfreesboro, TN is one of the most awesome little boutiques I have seen in quite awhile. It is located about a block from the square, but believe me, it is popping with enthusiasm! I met both of the owners, Heather and Jenny, and this little shop is going places. A very eclectic style, almost completely filled with hand-made items even down to one of their staple products, home-made soap the girls make their selves, this boutique offers a wonderful unique range of gifts for any shopper! Mesh Boutique is celebrating their One-Year Birthday this Saturday. I know they will do fantastic, the entire place illuminates a halo of warmth! I am lucky to say that shoppers will find Marsch Inspiration pieces inside too as well as other delightful textile designers!

Yes, my lazy days are coming to an end, and my brushes are being cleaned....silk being cut...inspirations turning to concepts. A new season is emerging.


www.melissamarschwalblay.com
www.deborahgall.com
www.mesh-boutique.com

...you can also find me on facebook.com/Melissa Marsch-Walblay, and twitter.com/MelissaMarsch....

“Have I Told You Lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.”


You turn 16 today, it seems like yesterday you were born.
Memories fill my head

Zo-Zo always at your side
Oreos and Milk at bedtime
Pink cars and Witches on the porch
Daisy in the stroller
Spaghetti Night
Leotards and Tutus
Uniforms and Books
Sacraments and Graduations
First dates and Test drives

“For the morning sun in all it's glory,
Meets the day with hope and comfort too,
You fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it better,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.”

I was blessed with an Angel…
as beautiful inside as out,
a heart pure as spring water,
spirit strong as the scent of t he rose,
a gentleness soft and forgiving as the willow tree sways.

“There's a love less defined,
And it's yours and it's mine,
Like the sun.
And at the end of the day,
We should give thanks and pray,
To The One, to The One."

If you were a color, it would be the vibrant shades of sunlight,
flowing colors of joy, happiness , intellect and energy…
You are the sunshine of my days….
Happy 16th Birthday Fielder….



"Have I Told You Lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.”…..Van Morrison

"She walks in beauty,
Like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes."
~ Lord Byron ~

As the lazy days of a carefree summer close, school schedules, and work routines return, I have been thinking of the most beautiful tranquil place I have ever seen. A place that the moment I landed I knew I was surrounded by raw beauty.

The sun is vivid making every plant shine, the ocean a blue wonder of shades lapping at the shoreline, landscaped by local survival with barely a glimmer of any commercialization, just the natural lifestyle make this a delightful place to see. Shopping is virtually a void, unless you happen upon the local art market or those wonderful huts selling the infamous “Mama Juana” , an intoxicating drink of “love”! No, this piece of heaven on earth is all about relaxation, beauty and serenity.

Nightfall brings about an exquisite color scheme comparable to one of the local peacocks loving the land! Gorgeous blues, violets, and perhaps a hint of deep green gently blow through the palms floating out toward the starlit sky. As the waves rock by, a subtle reflection of the moon dances along the water. This is truly a place I can go to in my mind and still hear the waves, smell ocean and see the colors!

I decided that I needed a trip “back” to this place. Last week I began pulling out the silk again….and I chose a peaceful jacquard. I then began playing with my blues and violets and realized that the varied hues along with the weave itself was creating the nightfall memories I have of Punta Cana. The colors blended dramatically to give that “palm tree sway” and the “ocean wave”. Guys….I dedicated this one to you and made it into a nice tie….kind of a get-a-way all your own!

Dominican Nightfall…..for a romantic trip anytime


By the way….you can contact me now at www.melissamarschwalblay.com

That Wonderful Someone

Written by Gertrude Burg
(As recorded by Patsy Cline 5/23/57)

That wonderful Someone
Who makes the stars all shine
Who fashioned the mountains
To reach to the sky
Who brings each tomorrow
Who hears every prayer
In sunshine or sorrow
If you call He'll be there

That wonderful Someone
Who makes the flowers grow
Who paints ev'ry sunset
With colors that glow
Look all around you
And these wonders you'll see
Designed by that Someone
For you and for me

That wonderful Someone
Who makes the flowers grow
Who paints ev'ry sunset
With colors that glow
Look all around you
And these wonders you'll see
Designed by that Someone
For you and for me


Today would be my Mother’s 68th Birthday. Mom always made Birthdays special and a day to honor. I have been thinking the past few weeks about some of my favorite memories of mom and possibly her favorite things.

She loved listening to Patsy Cline….making homemade cinnamon rolls…walking through the woods and finding a stray blooming flower. She enjoyed watching the clouds rumble over the lake, the white caps warning us of storms to come. She always had her Reader’s Digest nearby, with a page folded back for later reading. Mom was never a “prissy” woman. She never wasted money on frivolous things like manicures and pedicures. She “fixed” her own hair up until her mid-forties. Her wardrobe was complete, but one of quality…not trends. Mom could pick beans in the morning, can in the afternoon, and host a Homemaker’s meeting at dusk. At the age of 35 she went to college, completed her Bachelors, Masters, and Rank 1. Mom was strong, kind, funny, smart and she carried a beauty and grace that was timeless….much like her only scent….Chanel 5.

Last night I received a lovely message from mom’s sister. She too had been thinking of her and was reminiscing of a visit years ago when mom came to her home in Michigan. Her memory was filled of quiet days by the fire, good reading, wonderful dinners and a dance nearby. We all remember the same lady….

I started trying to pull something together that truly suited mom. I chose a lightweight Crepe De Chine Silk, transforming it into a feather weight open jacket. Mom loved something on her arms, and preferred a jacket style over anything that she would have to “struggle” to keep up with! A memory I have of her is when she and I went to Hawaii. She loved the weather, the sun, and the exquisite flowers. She could not get over the rich color of the ocean as it swayed in and out from the beach. I pulled greens and blues together to help form those rich hues she was in awe of and allowed them to spread like the waves onto the silk. The margins of each hue mingled just enough to favor a deep blue-green, breaking back into a dramatic tropical green. I realized then that this creation was also looking like the natural spring we used to drink from on the family farm. As the water pebbled down the side of the hill, the rich colors of the grass and trees reflected up from the crystal water. I guess you could say I brought it all back home.

Happy Birthday Mom!

“Woodland Waterfall”……a treasure to be worn by a true lady

"Deep Violets, you liken to the kindest eyes that look on you, without a thought disloyal"....A Flower in a Letter....Elizabeth Barrett Browning


My maternal grandmother passed away in early September 1989. I was very close to her and have countless memories of time I spent with her. Grandma loved her flowers, roses, peonies, daisies, and so many more decorated her yard lush with color during the summers. Year round however, inside she delicately nurtured numerous violets. The colors varied from paper white, shades of pink, and her favorite, deep violet.

After her passing, I claimed one single violet as my personal treasure. "Lena" has the most typical velvety, moss green petals and is adorned with a wonderful rich shade of violet when in bloom. Her bloom is complimented by a smile of yellow dotting her center. It has almost been twenty years, but she still blooms. Early years she kept to herself only blooming once a year, late summer to early fall. As time has drifted by she regally shows her beauty on various occasions. I always feel she is sending a sort of blessing to me when she opens her blooms to me.

Grandma had three granddaughters, her last is to be married this Saturday. She has selectively waited for this day. This lovely lady did not get the close relationship I had with Grandma, but I know Grandma thought the world of her. Every picture sent, Grandma would proudly show it to all. Miles apart, short visits coming and going, Grandma would be joyfully elated and explain to all of her granddaughter's beautiful dancing days. She would hold to a photo in particular and describe how talented her "Tasha" was.

In two days this beautiful lady will wed. I noticed this morning, "Lena" is blooming.

Fittingly so, I have been dabbling with various silks in varied shades of violet. My first creation is from the Crepe De Chine. First, I must admit, for a crepe, it is buttery soft, and with an incredible drape! I decided to allow this fabric to become a lovely wrap, something elegant, yet cozy and warm. Seems fitting for a day like today...

"Violets"....55"x76"

"An aunt is a gift whose worth cannot be measured except by the heart."...unknown


So many of my memories I carry include a very special person....Aunt Adrian. I know she was a dear friend of my mother's long before her brother, became my father. She became my second mother....the other "mom" I could always look too for advice. She has always had spunk and a zest for life that is filled with fun. I find it funny that when I see certain colors I immediately think of her. A favorite is orange....one of my favorites. During the summer, I would go across the lake to visit and play with my cousins. Aunt Adrian was always "put together". Her home, her outfit....everything, perfect. I loved just looking at her, but my favorite thing on her was her toe nails! Bright orange dazzled her toes in her cute sandals, I think they were called Dr Scholl sandals.

While mom was ill, she was there for her and me....and she still is. Strong willed, hearty laugh and wonderful wisdom she is still full of life!

I thought of all the days she would sit in the kitchen at our old home, looking out towards the lake but watching those cute squirrels eating on the dogwood tree feeder. In the Fall as the leaves would change, I would have to say goodbye to her shocking toes, but knew that color was still there in spirit. I chose beautiful vibrant shades of vintage kimono panels and arranged them into a soft, draping scarf...just for her. Happy Birthday Aunt Adrian!

"Dogwood in the Fall"

"A sign so slight....
A dance so elegant....
Her message one of hope, faith, love and perseverance"
Melissa Marsch-Walblay

One of my most cherished friends, Debbie, loves to encourage me to recognize the signs sent to me daily. I've always been a strong believer, just get to busy some days....thanks Debbie!

Occasionally a sign is so strong and I cannot miss it. This sign began June 27,...June 27, 2007 to be precise. It was a rather rainy, dreary summer day and my mood suited the day. I was sitting in my sun room watching the rain when this beautiful little hummingbird danced at my window. I knew who she was....
She returned on June 27, 2008 and yes, stopped in this year, same time.

This year she danced a lovely performance above my butterfly bush full of succulent violet blooms. She reminded me to be malleable in my life...to be more tenacious and not look back...live today. A message I needed to hear.

Her choice of nectar brought more messages. Purple, or Violet flowers attract hummingbirds, but this hue suits my lady so well. I have spoken of violet before, it is the hue representing good judgment, peace of mind, magic and mystery, imagination and inspiration. Violet is a symbol to show re-balance in life, to help remove obstacles from personal growth. The beautiful color places a calmness to over activity, yet energizes the soul from depression. Yes, my lovely messenger was packed full of encouragement to me this year!

When we wear violet, or add it to our chosen ensemble it encourages the fantasy or mysterious side. I hope you start incorporating this "ideal" color into your life. Being a secondary color it requires the perfect blending of the warmest primary, red, with the coolest primary, blue. The blending will stabilize the red while lending a practicality to blue. Through shading, violet reflects a more sorrowful, spiritual effect but still regal. When tinted to a more lilac hue, a deeper draw to love and humanity is felt. One step further, adding more blue for the tertiary color, blue-violet, the perfect "healing hue" is established.

I have been playing at some new ideas to create and took my first concept from my messenger. Color. I dyed four types of fabric in the same dye bath. Crepe de Chine, Charmeuse, silk-linen blend, and a rayon-silk blend were my samples. The result is an awesome display of how no creation is the same. All four accepted the dye differently yet beautifully. Now it is time to begin designing.

One last note....follow Debbie's advice and see your own signs....I love my special messenger!

The Memory Scarf

Here are a few samples of the memory scarf. For the average, I use six photos, mingled with both hand painted silk, raw silk and vintage kimono panels. The size is 7" x 72" and runs $135. For more information or questions on designing your own special scarf please contact me!

“Doris”
August 5, 1941

"Inspirational
My mother, my friend, my confidante
Beauty captured in the reflection of Heaven on Carpenter’s Lake
Strength equivalent to the wild rose from days gone by
Victory found through freedom June 27, 2006"....
Melissa Marsch-Walblay

There are so many days I long to just talk to you. The admiration I carry for you is tremendous. You faced your Perpetrator with your head held high never allowing Evil to take your dignity. I miss you so but realize that the only victory you could find over this Evil was leaving to watch over us all in Heaven.

It has been three years since your last breath. You held tight to life as if you knew the special date. As time slipped past the day I sat with you as Cancer with all its evil evaporated from your body. You found safety, you found peace, you went home.


My mother’s death sparked an idea three years ago. The Memory Scarf. The one pictured I made for myself. I wear it when I need a hug from her, or to feel her strength, or to just have her close. I offer this wonderful self-indulgent gift to you. My prices vary and I will post a few others I have made. They are true treasures and the perfect keepsake of a memory, forever.

"Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words!"....Plautus


I celebrate today by sharing my orange rose! Her beauty represents some of my favorite things in life...glowing sunsets...delicious taste of citrus on a hot sunny day....passion, for all you love....and romance, in every step!

Happy Birthday to all who share today with me!

“I dropped a tear in the ocean, and whenever they find it I’ll stop loving you, only then”…..Unknown


I want to wish a very special person Happy Birthday today! Mitzi, I hope today is a wonderful, relaxing, reflecting day.

Birthdays are always a day of celebration. My mother always made a birthday special. My first birthday without her was tough…and I know today may be bittersweet for you, my friend, Mitzi. Your father was a very special man and I know your heart longs for him today. Today is about celebrating life though. We miss those who have gone and we never stop loving them. We do however, continue their legacy. We always see that part of those gone in our children's smiles, in small reflections or memories that drop in our mind from time to time. We celebrate the life we were given...

Mitzi, I had you in mind when painting this morning. I thought of the emotions you must be feeling as you awakened and I thought of your father. A man of calm stories, funny wit, and a loving smile. He adored you. I know how you love the ocean, the spiritual uplift it gives. I send you this hug.

“Mystical Sea-Goddess”………Crepe de Chine Cape 55 x 76

Father's Day

“One day you swing me high
One day you build my dollhouse
One day you visit my tea party

Someday you kiss my tears
Someday you teach me to drive
Someday you mend my broken heart

A day comes you applaud my graduation
A day comes you visit my home
A day comes you hold my child

But Forever you are my Dadd
And Forever you hold my hand and heart”….
Melissa Marsch-Walblay

Today I reflect on my childhood memories….time I spent with my own father. I tried to search my earliest memory and came up with the “My First Coke”. Dad took me to Shady Rest Bar-B-Q. If memory serves me correctly my mother was in the hospital with my new brother. Dad and I sat in a booth and he gave me my very own bottle of Coke. Mom had never given me more than a small glass let alone allow me to have a bottle….but Dad gave me my very own. I remember being too nervous to hold it, but that first drink I finally took was amazing.
Another memory that is a repeat of many times is the “Liver” story. Growing up in a cabin on a lake, having a dad who was a fur trapper, well lets just say my home was always different than my friends. Whenever I had girlfriends over for the night, dad would always share the “Liver” story, a scary but silly tale that my friends heard time and time again but squealed each and every time. I think he called it “I want my Liver!“….dad would go into this tale of people going into this haunted or abandoned house and some strange man roaming around wanting his liver….as the tale unfolded the listener realizes it is about a man wanting his liver….a dinner….but again, dad made it scary and captivating! Memories….stories….so many.

I have often thought that any man can become a father….but it takes a special man to be a ‘daddy’. I am lucky to have a wonderful daddy. My dad is a man who raised me on tradition. Traditions to follow, traditional values, and traditional roles, something many could identify with if they grew up in the 60’s and 70’s. There are so many different types of fathers….but it is the true dads, the men who sacrifice all just to be a part of their child’s life and help mold that child that make this day such an honor.

I f I could make a design to reflect my dad, it would be a soft, durable wrap. Something that could be pulled around you to help keep out the chill, to lift your spirit, a form of protection and beauty of our relationship. If I had to put a color on him it would be green. A color of serenity, calm woods, and fertile land. My father, a wonderful dad that I hold dear in my heart. I hope all the ’Dads” out there have a beautiful Father’s Day.

“The Woods”…..a remembrance of dad…..$40 (14” x 60”)

"Every Great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world."...Harriet Tubman

Have you ever watched a small child find a rock and his face lights up with awe at its unique beauty? He just knows it is either magic or a hidden jewel! We often get so busy we forget the simple beauty the earth holds for us to just enjoy at our leisure. Living in Kentucky we have some radiant rocks right at our feet. Agate stones are one of my favorites found here in our Bluegrass State. In fact, it is the state rock! The rich colors of red, blacks, grays, deep violets and shades of yellows twist through this stone. The blending is breath taking and a beautiful treasure. My father was always bringing me rocks he found on the farm growing up and to this day he still will pickup the unusual stones to admire. I suppose it was passed along to me. I am intrigued by the colors and the blending, no surprise there, and decided this week to try a few new color combinations. I truly loved the formations I got by mixing two very different styles of paints and the color combinations. This dress is buttery soft, but as rich in color as the true Kentucky Agate! I wish my photos did it justice! I had paint left and tried a different texture on chiffon, again, vibrant colors and a two piece ensemble that is truly a treasure from the earth!

Agate Chemise....$85
Agate Chiffon Scarf....$35