Monday, May 24, 2010
I don't need
more large furniture
But will you just look at her?
Do you see what I see? lol
She's the kind of chair that just wraps itself around you...
She's the kind of chair that takes away the 'all day in the studio on my feet' aches
The kind of chair that says 'stay awhile, think, sketch, no you're not wasting time'
(what? your furniture and various other objects don't speak to you? oh my.... what you're missing! :-)
She's the kind of chair that has stories to tell
She's seen a lot of life, a number of homes most likely
and now she's mine...(see my coffee-cup = turf marker?!!)
But here's the question - any all help appreciated!!
She's flocked (material) with original horse hair stuffing
I've done scads of inter-netting for the best ways to clean her
but I'd LOVE to hear from any of you with hands on (literally, lol)
experience with referbing an oldie but snugglie such as this
lest I do her harm and make both chair and I sad :-)
Thanks for any suggestions you can wing my way!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
On a hill & long forgotten
a good life lesson found....
ADAPT and be CREATIVE
(use whatever is around)!!!
Life isn't easy, not for sissies to be certain.
The day to day routine
can be just as challenging
as the crisis moments.
This little building with it's 'twig lock'
standing on it's tall and windy hill reminded me
USE what you have
Don't just think outside the box
cut a hole in it.....
& climb thru
You won't always find
the answer/path/solution you want
but you will (almost) always
Monday, May 10, 2010
All winter long (or is that all long winter, lol) I've been taking pictures that inspire, evoke emotions, capture memories ~ random inspirations.
I though that you'd enjoy seeing a sprinkling of these images, so I'll be sharing them here thru the Spring and Summer. I'd (of course!) love to know if/how any of the images whisper to you, and if so it'd be wonderful if you'd share what they say to you in the comments. Love to know what the image stirs in your mind/heart/creative soul..... Or what memory it lifts to mind?
**This picture is of a vintage beaded handbag that was my grandmom's, then my mum's. Mum passed it on to me ~ and now I'm sharing it with you :-) The detail is amazing. Even more surprising is the fact it survives in nearly perfect condition. I love the colors and the combination of floral design within geometric pattern(s). Such opposing design elements, merged beautifully in this piece.
I think the combination of lines and florals for bead embellishment could be really interesting.... What do you think? :-)
Saturday, May 08, 2010
Some of you may have already seen this
mothers day post to my mum (last year)
Still... I wanted to share it with her
Love you Mum....In fact, sometimes life allows you to be astoundingly lucky.
My longest running, best bit of luck began with having the remarkable woman you see here as my mother, my 'mom' or as I call her now, Mum....
Looking at the scrawny (nearly) hairless, too thin to even fill out a pair of plastic diaper pants baby I was, it's hard to know what she saw in me. LOL a beauty I wasn't that's for certain. Allergic to milk as it turned out, for months I never slept. I seldom smiled. Instead each day I cried, I screamed. All day. All night. Still, she loved me.Once it was determined I was allergic to milk and put on soy, I stopped screaming. Then I didn't gain weight (worrying her out of her mind). Smaller than the gladiolas, still she loved me...She loved me thru my confounding hatred of dresses. Confounding because I had an endless fascination and passion for accessories! Jewelry of ANY kind, beads, purses, sox, bows, headbands. (Even then I was a jeans with jewelry kind of girl). She loved me thru years of my constant "can I take the dress off yet mommy?!" She also loved me thru a lot of realllyyy bad home perms. She never lost patience with my love of 'prizes' (photo above is a christmas gift). A trait that persists I have to confess, lol She still admitted I was her daughter even when I made some 'unique choices' (and if admitting I belonged to her in THIS outfit isn't love, I don't know what is, lol) All thru my life I have and continue to make 'unique' choices. She continues to love me. And thru all the years she taught me by not just word, but by example. She didn't just talk the talk - she walked the walk. She taught me to be kind. To be honest. To be brave. To BELIEVE in myself. To know that I could do anything. She taught me the to find great joy in small everyday things. She taught me you must renew yourself to continue to give. She shared with me her love of poetry - so much a part of who I am now. She shared with me her love of the sea - one of my great loves. She was tough when I needed it, stern when I deserved it, proud of me when I earned it. And always, she loved me. All thru my life she's been and remains my best girlfriend, my confidant, my rock. She's always there for me. We laugh and cry together, adventure together, ponder life together. She's still teaching me, encouraging me, hard on me when I need it. Proud of me when I deserve. And the best part of all? She loves me still.
And I hope she knows how much I love her.........
I hope she knows how much she's taught me, guided me, given me strength.
Happy Mothers Day Mum ~ I love you......