Chelle Ellis

Besides being Sadie's slave, I am a painter, print maker and sculptor. One of the very cool things about moving to Coldwater was we live five miles north of my super bestie, Dana, who is an artist and art professor....

I created two Frankenlamps this week: A floor lamp and a plugin ceiling light Floor Lamp: I bought this old green slag glass shade on Ebay and retooled a newer floor lamp I had hanging around, to accommodate it. I...

I made these Frankenlamps this week, using a pair of lead crystal trophy lamps and pearl glass globes that I really loved and wanted to use in my lighting somehow. I added new brass lamp parts and made cold connected...

Wow! I wish I’d had my camera ready, a blue heron just flew overhead, while I was in the back yard. That may be the coolest thing I’ve seen since moving here and I’ve seen lots of awesomeness! I'm super...

This is a gallery of irises between my yards in Coldwater and Southaven (the old house). I am in the process of transplanting many of these in the new yard, but it will be awhile before they start to bloom....

We were dubbed "Weird Gramma and Pappaw" or more simply now, "The Weirds", by our oldest grandson, Gabriel. Now all the grandkids call us this, and I couldn't be more pleased with my label! Coffee Cups Given To Us By...

The ruthless dictator has claimed all three beds this morning. I suppose she's really more of an empress. A dictatorship implies that at some point she had a group supporting her take-over. She stared right through me just daring me...

It’s never boring being married Kenny. We renewed and transferred two car tags to our new county today. They were gonna charge $2 per tag to be paid via debit card, until Kenny remembered a hundred dollar bill in his...

Earlier today, someone in a Facebook group I'm in posted the resource of newspapers.com to research the history of their old house. I got a trial membership and the first article that came up was about a wedding that took place in...

Our doorbell only works sometimes. So someone was outside the front door, presumably having rung the non-working doorbell. The pekes and I were dancing around the house but I passed by in that pause, and through the lace curtains, with...