A Still Life

I remember my art teacher when I was 12 years old who taught me the principles of creating a still life drawing or painting. I learned that in art I could capture time and not let it pass, but keep it as a secret keepsake in this treasure chest of life. Thank you to My First Love; My Lord and Savior. For it is He who gives and creates, teaching us through this journey. I am forever grateful to see His extraordinary glory in every ordinary moment.

"...be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth" Psalm 46:10

Sunday, January 1, 2017


Wishing every person who takes a moment from their day to visit patricepastel a most wonderful beginning to 2017. Christmas holds its wonder for each of us. For me, I end up back into my childhood thinking of my grandfather who made everything special. I grew up having a real fir tree in the living room, stockings hung on the mantle, a roaring fire in the fireplace with chestnuts actually roasting on Christmas Eve and my mom playing classic Christmas carols on the upright piano. Oh, how I miss my grandparents! I have vintage ornaments I so carefully preserved from my grandmother. How would I know that as the years pass by each and every ornament would take me back to the smell and the sights and the feelings of being less than 5 years old?

May your Christmas hold memory that is kind to your heart. If it be past, present or a future memory that makes it dear - think on that! May 2017 be a year that brings you peace and hope and love. The God kind of love that never runs dry and restores.
Best to You!

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Oneida Lake Late Summer Love

It may be September, but the lure of a breezy,balmy, late Summer beach memory is made for a 6 year old. There is no better way to clear out one's mind of cluttering thoughts than the rushing sound of sunlit waves upon the sand with my loves.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

August Sunflowers

Reaching for the sun, these small but tall beauties announce that Summer can be endless. Not rain nor drought seems to cancel their late Summer sun dance. Faithful no matter what late August brings ~ tends to be their message.  Some days I feel kind of knocked down by the winds. These golden faces seem to say just get up again for the season always passes. You can count on it.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Looking Up

Antiquing under the August Skies in Beautiful Bouckville, NY 

Enjoying every day of my late Summer blooms

Making time for taking in amazing sunsets of The Great Lakes

Friday, July 17, 2015

From Imagery by Kimberly

Photos courtesy of Images by Kimberly. She is masterful. Visit her blog here:




and if you feel alone.....


remember;  He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection.
Psalm 91:4

Saratoga's Adelphi

It's been a delightful and busy Summer for the Mr. and me. We love Central New York and have gathered so many memories from every place within 250 miles of where we live. Saratoga isn't just for horse racing, but for just about every kind of muse. Great place for fine dining or cupcake eating , shopping, every kind of music, sidewalk entertainment, ballet (of course), antiquing ...

just a great town ~

for the designer or the artist in you that you didn't know you were

and did I say....shopping?!

oh my... best dress and shoes I snatched up in a long time. 

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Through the Eyes of a Parent

When you're a mom, with every birthday that passes your children grow and you stand back amazed. You watch them become the young adults they are meant to be. You are thankful for every good thing that comes into their lives. You stand hopeful that they will be blessed beyond their dreams while knowing that they share this world that has its ups and its downs.

When they are young, you treasure moments when their eyes look up to you and their smiles say it all... oh, maybe it's just a quiet day of fishing and the thrill isn't really in catching anything but is in the tight hold of the pole as they cast a fishing line over the water for the very first time. You see that beaming smile of satisfaction on their face. You are still the most important people in their world.

Why is it that no matter how old our children get, when we look into their eyes we can't just relish in the breaking news of their present day? Parenthood looks into the eyes of their children and they never really seem older ~ just more wonderful. 

To a mom, she may be seeing her son at 2 or 32 and you can't possibly tell what she is really thinking about. The memories and the moments are as deep as the sea, as wide as its horizon above it and as current as the morning begins once more.

Love you today, then and always ~