Embroidered gifts are unique and can reflect a persons hobbies, interests and taste in unlimited themes. From sports to humor, many with customizing options. Below are a few from my Christmas section. Over 1,000 designs to choose from and all with full guarantee.
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Monday, November 8, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Gingerbread Lover Gifts and Apparel
Fun festive Gingerbread gifts to help celebrate those special moments. Art is original by artist SpiceTree. This is a small sample of available gifts, ornaments and apparel from my SpiceTree Gift Art store.

Gingerbread Girl by Spice
This sticker features a delightful Gingerbread Woman with fun circle of hearts and gems

Gingerbread Girl by Spice
This sticker features a delightful Gingerbread Woman with fun circle of hearts and gems
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Mr.Bones and other cool skulls
I think skulls are best when they are spooky and silly at the same time. Add a top hat to that and we have a winner! Check out these unique and fun skull t-shirts and more at The Bootique's Halloween shop!
Skull wearing a top hat button by thebootique
funny bones skull shirt by thebootique
Bone Daddy t-shirt by thebootique
Mr bones halloween tote bag by thebootique
Skull wearing a top hat button by thebootique
funny bones skull shirt by thebootique
Bone Daddy t-shirt by thebootique
Mr bones halloween tote bag by thebootiqueTechnorati Tags:
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Monday, November 1, 2010
Christmas Keepsake Ornaments
Fun festive Christmas ornaments to help celebrate those special moments. Made from beautiful acrylic and hand cut. Comes with a red ribbon for hanging. Art is original by artist SpiceTree. This is a small sample of available gifts, ornaments and apparel from my SpiceTree Gift Art store.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Jon Stewart and the Rally to Restore Sanity
It may be too late to order a tshirt to wear to Jon Stewart's Rally to Restore Sanity, held in Washington DC on October 30, 2010. But you can always buy one to wear the rest of your life -- to commemorate the event or to wear in solidarity with the notion that we need to restore sanity to our political process.

Visit Scarebaby Design at Zazzle to purchase or for more!

Visit Scarebaby Design at Zazzle to purchase or for more!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Green kids are happy kids
If you are raising your kids to be earth friendly in every way than they should be proud to be growing up green!

Growing up green t-shirt by vegetarianville
Growing up green tote by vegetarianville
Growing up green stickers by vegetarianville

Growing up green t-shirt by vegetarianville

Growing up green tote by vegetarianville

Growing up green stickers by vegetarianville
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Friday, October 22, 2010
Who Stole My Coffee??
I didn't think I was really addicted to coffee. Sure, my intake went from once a week to once a day, increased from one cup at a time to two, but really - that's not so much, right? I don't stop at Starbucks to buy $4 coffees (no matter how deliciously delightful), I don't *need* coffee to get up each morning... Yeah. That was until somebody stole my coffee.
I recently took a trip with my husband to Hocking Hills, and of course, I brought along a can of my favorite instant latte. That's right. I love instant coffee. :P Things were fine and dandy until we got back from vacation, and there was no coffee to be found. I couldn't believe I could possibly leave behind my precious tin of coffee. That would be akin to leaving one of my dogs behind. I searched everywhere - I rummaged through bags, the dirty clothes, places I had searched five minutes prior. It didn't matter. It was gone. I was coffee-less and miserable.
"Okay," I thought. "It'll be okay. I don't need coffee anyway. A few days without it until I can get to the grocery won't kill me."
Uh huh.
Day one wasn't so bad. I had a teensy bit left in the house, and I enjoyed it mightily with my breakfast muffin.
Day two, about mid-morning I developed a headache. As the day progressed, my eyes became squinty. Various objects started to resemble my missing container of coffee. I began to blame my corgi for stealing and hiding it. He, in turn, began chuckling behind my back, and looking entirely innocent and non-talking-dog-like whenever I turned back around. It had to stop.
I finally managed to drag myself in a zombie-ish coma to my car to take another of my dogs to class, and as I smashed the car into the wall of Tim Horton's, I stumbled from it moaning, "Coffee, coffee... corgi stole my coffee...." Luckily, the employees of Tim Horton's are professionals that recognize the symptoms of coffee withdrawal, and provided a cafe mocha stat! Relief, sweet relief. I was able to dislodge my car from their building and continue, refreshed, to dog class.
The next day, I had to suffer through another morning without coffee - but as I had an appointment in town, I knew I could stop at the store and replenish my supply. At the store, I grabbed every flavor I could reach, threw them into my cart, snickering madly at my good fortune, and checked out with the speed of a NASCAR driver. The drive home was equally as quick, though fortunately minus the wrecks and destruction. I cackled to myself as I set each tin tenderly in my cupboard, glancing and smirking at the corgi, whose short little nubs couldn't possibly reach my new supply of sweet, delicious coffee. He merely sat there, head tilted, pondering. No doubt mocking me in his little corgi mind.
As I reached for sweat pants to put on for the rest of this now glorious Friday, I spied something shiny in one of my bags on the floor in my bedroom. It was the missing tin of coffee. I sat down and laughed until I cried. And the corgi came over, grinning mischievously, and sat in my lap, demanding that I rub his ears.
I recently took a trip with my husband to Hocking Hills, and of course, I brought along a can of my favorite instant latte. That's right. I love instant coffee. :P Things were fine and dandy until we got back from vacation, and there was no coffee to be found. I couldn't believe I could possibly leave behind my precious tin of coffee. That would be akin to leaving one of my dogs behind. I searched everywhere - I rummaged through bags, the dirty clothes, places I had searched five minutes prior. It didn't matter. It was gone. I was coffee-less and miserable.
"Okay," I thought. "It'll be okay. I don't need coffee anyway. A few days without it until I can get to the grocery won't kill me."
Uh huh.
Day one wasn't so bad. I had a teensy bit left in the house, and I enjoyed it mightily with my breakfast muffin.
Day two, about mid-morning I developed a headache. As the day progressed, my eyes became squinty. Various objects started to resemble my missing container of coffee. I began to blame my corgi for stealing and hiding it. He, in turn, began chuckling behind my back, and looking entirely innocent and non-talking-dog-like whenever I turned back around. It had to stop.
I finally managed to drag myself in a zombie-ish coma to my car to take another of my dogs to class, and as I smashed the car into the wall of Tim Horton's, I stumbled from it moaning, "Coffee, coffee... corgi stole my coffee...." Luckily, the employees of Tim Horton's are professionals that recognize the symptoms of coffee withdrawal, and provided a cafe mocha stat! Relief, sweet relief. I was able to dislodge my car from their building and continue, refreshed, to dog class.
The next day, I had to suffer through another morning without coffee - but as I had an appointment in town, I knew I could stop at the store and replenish my supply. At the store, I grabbed every flavor I could reach, threw them into my cart, snickering madly at my good fortune, and checked out with the speed of a NASCAR driver. The drive home was equally as quick, though fortunately minus the wrecks and destruction. I cackled to myself as I set each tin tenderly in my cupboard, glancing and smirking at the corgi, whose short little nubs couldn't possibly reach my new supply of sweet, delicious coffee. He merely sat there, head tilted, pondering. No doubt mocking me in his little corgi mind.
As I reached for sweat pants to put on for the rest of this now glorious Friday, I spied something shiny in one of my bags on the floor in my bedroom. It was the missing tin of coffee. I sat down and laughed until I cried. And the corgi came over, grinning mischievously, and sat in my lap, demanding that I rub his ears.
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