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Hello and Welcome to Altered Paradise at Regina's Studio!! I teach mixed media and yoga. My mother had a craft shop in the 60's and gave art classes and even though she is dancing on streets of gold now, she is still teaching me:) I dedicate this shop to her memory. The one thing that I am very proud of is my Southern Heritage, and some day hope to get back home to Alabama.
I enjoy helping my art-sisters and invite you to contact me anytime. I have alot of things to list so be sure and check back time to time. Happy Creating!! Regina
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried…

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  • Born on October 14
  • Joined March 20, 2008

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anything and everything antique, vintage, shabby chic, French and wrapped up with pretty ribbons

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About

Hello and Welcome to Altered Paradise at Regina's Studio!! I teach mixed media and yoga. My mother had a craft shop in the 60's and gave art classes and even though she is dancing on streets of gold now, she is still teaching me:) I dedicate this shop to her memory. The one thing that I am very proud of is my Southern Heritage, and some day hope to get back home to Alabama.
I enjoy helping my art-sisters and invite you to contact me anytime. I have alot of things to list so be sure and check back time to time. Happy Creating!! Regina
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast...because she had been willing to die, so those under the cover of her wings would live.
'He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge.'
(Psalm 91:4)

"Live in such a way, that if anyone should
speak badly of you no one will believe it!"

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