Thursday, July 19, 2018
I found this little teapot and wondered why I didn't throw it away in MD, as it started life as a lotion dispenser but is missing it's pump. Well, I stuck all the tiny broken flowers in it after buying this at Trader Joes this weekend
Lucky for me, I'm a hoarder of colorful pretty things, and the teapot was perfect to cheer up the sink area!
I loved finding two shows last week:
Food Flirts on PBS about two older women who are hilarious as they go about their town exploring good food to share. I want to be their best friend! They call surfing the net, "kugel-ing"
The Marvelous Mrs Maisel on Amazon Prime
How did I miss this wonderful new show written by the writers of Gilmore Girls, one of the wittiest shows ever! Well now that I discovered the kitschy 60's set show with great actors and dialogue, I'll watch them all!
This foot balm is helping a lot to heal my poor cracked heels. I think I got at at Amazon.
I like Pyrex bowls for use in the microwave.
We have one of those kitchen cabinets wedged into the corner, the ones with hard to reach triangle shaped shelves?
I like seeing some pretty pottery and glass in the china cabinet again.
The top bowl and the fushia bowl are both hand-painted craft show purchases a long time ago. Now I can enjoy seeing them.
The blue flamingo vase is an antique given to me by a friend in MD. The teapot was gifted to me by my sister a long time ago, because I was poor and she knew I really loved it.
We have not had a good melon all season. The TJ's guy said they buy them from Texas and the heat wave crossing the whole country has caused them to be bad.
Planes have been grounded from the heat.
Friends are losing homes to rising waterfronts.
Hothouse gasses are increasing to the levels that killed the dinosaurs.
What will life be like once we've ruined the environment?
I like watermelon and cool weather. And mother Earth.
I Like the cloud/sky pictures Mother Earth provides here most nights
Hi Y'all, see me way up there? Our new cave has a "cat walk" so I can watch my peeps from above. It's odd to me...
Why are they talking about all that while I'm trapped on this cliff???
By now I am getting upset, I don't like to leave the Mama and Daddy alone too long or they get into stuff. And how come they can tear up boxes and paper but I'm not supposed to???
because I am an intrepid explorer, and ahem, I've been here before, I happen to turn around and the stairs had appeared behind me!
Holy Curly hair!
Where were they? Crikey, I'd better hurry down
and see if there is ANY food left for me!
That's it, now sit! Stay! visit mama's friends also doing I Like posts today:
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Saturday, July 14, 2018
The writing prompt this week is from Sunday Whirlagig and I used 8 of the 12 words.
hologram, touch, lips, crown, tundra, stand, lifelong, garden, sings, anyone, parking, close
In the quiet of an evening
She was walking through the park again, as she did at least once a day. Since moving to the big city she felt a strong need for nature to sooth her spirits.
Funny about this move, she had a lifelong need for wandering and seeing the next thing. She had wanderlust, said her mother who also said, "happiness is in your own back yard"
Em thought, "I don't even have a back yard now" so where is happiness?
She was feeling melancholy now, as dusk approached. Somehow the end of the day was at once peaceful and a little sad. Even noises seemed to dampen a bit, colors became a bit softer, edges a little blurry. Even as warm golden house lights began coming on, the world seemed quieter and more inward. It had always been a favorite time of day for her, an introspective moment.
She approached the rose garden with it's statues and benches, with the big fountain in the center, ever gurgling like laughter. The roses were in full bloom now that the hottest part of summer was on them. She stood close to the statue of the mermaid, as close as she could, and softly touched her lips with fingertips that longed to connect with others. She was feeling lonely now. The statue was so real but not.
One little bird was singing in the linden tree nearby. Must be seeking a mate. So was she. Wandering and seeing had fulfilled her needs to see and do, but not the one for connection. Would she ever feel that recognition one feels when finding a love? Someone who looked into her eyes like they had always known her? The contrasting needs of feeling close while protecting one's heart?
Yes, she had gone and seen, she had seen the world and done a million things. She could fill three books with adventures. She had love affairs that always came to an end when she needed to move on. She met many people, saying hello and goodbye to each as the time came to move on.
Now in the quiet warmth of dusk, now when she was tired and surrounded by beauty, she wondered if the real adventure was in the daily union of two people, if sharing life would replace her wanderlust, or if seeing life with another person would be her next adventure.
The breeze picked up, moving one curl across her face. She felt a warm dog run up to her, and she reached down to pet the crown of a soft head as soft brown eyes looked at her with love. This dog loved her. A stranger sauntered up with a dangling leash, a man with equally soft brown eyes.
Thursday, July 12, 2018
The tall one footed fluffy haired flamingo was a gift long ago from my sister Patty. She asked if it was too tacky... (can a flamingo item BE tacky??? I don't think so...) (It's a writing pen!!)
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I Like getting the kitchen boxes down to one level instead of teetering on the verge of avalanche.
I also have this crazy idea of finally organizing my stuff, hence piling it in categories on the table til it's all unpacked and I can see what I want to keep and what I no longer need.
It was a mess like this when I did the studio reorg back in MD, it's always darkest before the dawn.
|Kale salad with chicken, and poodle|
I wanted many items but only got lunch, a really terrific Thai dish made in the worlds biggest wok
I liked this post by Ann at ( https://fretnotyourself)
It was an artistic discussion that really got my creative thoughts flowing. I can't find supplies at the moment but it was so interesting I wanted to go find them! I also loved this quilt, the way the two outside borders blended but also contrasted creating depth.
Hi Y'all. I'm trying to get adjusted to the new cave, I even peed in the back yard. Finally one large enough to handle a poodle's pee. (I wouldn't go at the rental too small yard) This week I've been meeting dogs like
Floyd the pug (hi Aunt Nancy)
And the neighbor's son came over, and we played chase me and we played fetch the ball and I heard Mama laughing from the porch as I dragged him across the yard by a big stick! He was so funny running along while I tugged the stick!
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Sunday, July 8, 2018
THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "A Short History of Silence" by Jane Yeh: bread, smile, promise, eaves, wrapper, rock, kiss, sleep, porch, candles, doorbell, braid
My offering this week: a bit personal!
IT'S A START
She was so very tired from decision making.
No one told her how hard it would be to unpack each box, find the things she had lived without for six months, and now decide where to put old things in new spaces.
She didn't know how to deal with the fact that she had paid two sets of movers to move things she no longer wanted or needed.
She hated to waste money. She also wanted a fresh start, and each box required decisions about whether to keep the old, or start anew. How would she define their new space, and herself as well in this new setting?
It was a chance to change!
A person can change themselves as well as their dishes or towels. They can be a different person when meeting people, they can define themselves in a new way, life can start again. A do-over sort of.
All these decisions were tiring. She thought the great purge of aught-17 would have gotten rid of all the excess from her beloved cottage but no. Now she was coming to realize she may need more of a fresh start than she imagined. Few of her precious belongings looked right here.
So she had a hard time unpacking, meaning she had a hard time moving on. She was a keeper, wasn't she? Or maybe not totally... maybe she can let go. Maybe letting go is the lesson.
Sitting on the back porch became a haven from the decisions and letting go. She was never good at letting go... broken special cups, old pictures, mementos from trips, old stuff from her grandma, people. This was a new day, and she was coming to see life differently.
Maybe the things were less important now. Maybe she changed, or somewhere along the cross country drive she crossed a line between then and now.
As she sat on the hot porch, watching flying things buzz around her and heat waves rise in the cloudless sky, she noticed a neighbor from the house behind hers, waving.
She dragged her tired butt to the fence, putting a happy smile on her face because she wanted to make friends. This neighbor welcomed her to the neighborhood with an iced loaf of braided bread. She smelled it's aroma, and noted the icing was stuck to the wrapper. Sweet! Sweet bread and sweet welcome. In a few sentences they learned the basics about each other as a starting point.
She liked her! Then the neighbor said they want to move... oh.... so many starts and endings...
as she perched on the rocks between their yards, she felt the old tug of her heart wanting to fit in. Wanting to find a friend with whom she felt safe. Someone to share a laugh with, or a problem. A smile she could trust. Her dog ran over to meet the neighbor too, then the neighbor's two boys shyly approached from the back door with a pretense of needing something. They lingered looking deeply into her eyes, then reached out to the dog who kissed them on their small hands.
The promise of friendship...please let it be!
She hoped it would work out this time. She dreamed of it as she fell into an exhausted sleep each night. She wanted to belong here.
With a smile they parted to return to their respective work, but it was a start.
Friday, July 6, 2018
|note the water spraying down from the arch!|
I Like post #96 ) and interviewed several artists, as I do, which makes it even better for me! I love to hear about other people's creative process, how they overcome obstacles, and how they approach making art.
We were having such a nice time, visiting with dogs and people, hearing music, that I forgot to take a lot of photos.
Milo had a great time too, meeting so many nice dogs in all shapes and sizes.
He approaches with manners, slowly and tail wagging. Then picks up on their energy. Older dogs will cause him to just sniff quietly, and younger ones cause him to puppy bow and leap in the air as invitation.
Don't you wish people could be so intuitive! And open to meeting? He's not fool hardy, he stands at a respectful distance from big great danes, and tiny chihuahua's with sharp teeth, but overall he greets all of them.
I took a lot of time in this booth, talking to the artist as I really wanted several of his pieces.
That piece is about 54" across and oh the colors!
One must do the work, in any art form. You grow by making... step by step one success or non-success leads you to the next idea. Then it's not enough to imagine it, you must make it. Enlarge the pic to get his name and info on his card. I suspect we'll contact him and commission some pieces.
We wanted to buy many pieces of art, but being in closing shock still, and not really sure what direction we want the house to take, we held back til we saw these small macrame bracelets...
Even my quiet, non jewelry wearing husband found a wonderful subtle wristlet that the artist fit to him.
The maker said he puts his on and wears it night and day even in the shower. His had been on for weeks and showed no signs of wear.
She carried home her own artwork from the show.