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My mother-in-law is an artist. A few years ago she discovered Bear Lake. My family has been going to Bear Lake since before I was born. We go every summer and LOVE it. My mother-in-law has been painting beautiful pictures of Bear Lake for a few years and I have loved every one of them. My favorite picture has been the watercolor she painted of the store at the marina called "Cisco's." I watched while it was in progress and quietly coveted it. This is what she gave our family for Christmas.

Hubby plays jungle basketball twice a week. He has broken a toe and rib, sprained his ankles, and often comes home with bruises or a back out of whack. He loves it. Every time he comes home with a new injury, I just roll my eyes. This year I designed a t-shirt. He has one white and one gray so he can wear it either team he plays on (darks or whites).
I designed these t-shirts and a sweatshirt for my family. This was my secret and clever Christmas gift. I am simply impressed with myself. Okay, the truth is that I used more shirts than seen in this picture. Apparently, you do have to make a mirror image of it before you transfer it onto the shirt. It DOES make a difference with the S.




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  1. WHY would you torture your family like that?? Just give them lumps of coal, why don't ya?

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  2. Nanceeeeeee!! I didn't know you were blogging. Gotcha bookmarked now.

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  3. Nancy, I saw your remarks on Laura L's blog. I may become your new blog stalker if that's OK.

    Joan Ostler

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