Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
There is so much cool stuff that goes flying around the e-waves. Amazing photography, great wit and wisdom - stuff that is remarkable, touching, funny, inspiring. Something that otherwise would have remained relatively obscure, can achieve instant fame as it's viewed by millions.
Recently, in a large city in
A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.
To Whom It May Concern,
Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans.) They have an active sex life, get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like
Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.
Mermaids don't exist.
If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human? They don't have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them, not to mention how could they have sex? Just look at them ... where is IT? Therefore, they don't have kids either. Not to mention, who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?
The choice is perfectly clear to me: I want to be a whale.
P..S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver, and a piece of chocolate with my friends.
With time, we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cluttered, educated and happy.
Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, ¨Good grief, look how smart I am!¨
So there it is ... I'm not heavy ... I'm cluttered!!
Monday, January 25, 2010
I don't find January long or dull, but if I did, I know exactly what I would do. I would gather up a bunch of interesting, like-minded women and I'd go off to a cozy, secluded place in the woods and talk & eat & play. And eat & play & talk. And play & talk & eat.
We would share art techniques, books that we have read, places & food we've enjoyed and stories. Many, many stories. We would share our ideas, our plans, what we have done, what we could do, what we should do, what we might do. We would laugh much and often.We would have a place to create - a little nest in the woods, with a crackling wood stove & smoke wafting up from the chimney, just like in a painted winter scene. It would be warm & inviting and as you opened the door you would hear laughter and see many women bent intently above their projects. You would sense the camaraderie shared by kindred spirits and feel a creative energy tying all the those souls together.
The woods would be enchanted with the sound of the music of a babbling brook as it tumbled down over little ice sculpted water falls. Beyond that, there would be silence. Blissful, treasured silence. The long shadows, cast by the winter sun would produce a pleasing monochromatic design on the soft blanket of snow that would add to the artistry and the hush.We would have our own private, wonderful chef prepare gourmet meals and again there would be laughter and the sharing of stories. Nourishment for the body and the soul. Then off we'd go, with not a worry about doing dishes or cleaning up ... back through the woods; back to our projects, back to more laughter, back - back to pleasure of creating.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
A remarkable woman in my life was born 93 years ago today. She was my grandparent's last child, my Dad’s baby sister; she is the mother of six, grandmother of eleven, aunt of a couple dozen and friend of countless.
She is my beacon - the living proof that aging does not have to be a scary thing. That it is indeed possible to have a full, rich, healthy and vibrant life well into your nineties.
For her 87th birthday, she had a 'Celebration of Life' party - 29 years single, 29 years married & 29 years widowed. She gave every one of her children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews, beautiful handmade quilts that she had been working on over her lifetime. For her 90th birthday, the women in her life - daughters, daughter in law, nieces and some friends, gathered for a lovely luncheon. She made each of us hand knit slippers and went around the table and told what each one of us meant in her life.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
In 1986 I had surgery on my vocal chords. The Doctor said that if I promised that I would not speak one single word, I didn't have to stay in the hospital. A mammoth challenge for me, but I solemnly agreed.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
There was a review of Felix Feneon's 'NOVELS IN THREE LINES' - a collection of over a thousand 3 line stories that were published in a French newspaper in the early 1900s. It got me to thinking ... could I possibly be able to say something with such brevity. I think perhaps not, but it sure would be a good exercise for me to try.
I have decided to combine it with the other exercise that I attempted last year and failed. Sounds promising, ehe. I intended to create something each day, using one of the hundreds of wonderful quotes that I have collected for decades. Either from a photo that I've taken or something hands on, like a collage, an ink creation, and ATC or an Inchie. It lasted for four whole days. Of course I did create a fair number because that's the focus of my Photo Art line, but I did not do it with consistency.
I can be fairly focused and productive when there is an expectation, but let me loose and I'm off in some other direction and I forget to re-visit my original intention. One of my New Year - New Decade objectives revolves around FOCUS & RESULT.
And so, right here, right now, I am announcing that I am up there swinging again - going to try to get past four days. I am publicly committing to have a photo/creation for each day of this entire year and have created a blog simply for that.
An even bigger challenge for me is to keep it to a SNIPPET - three, and only three lines. If Felix could write a whole novel and get his idea across with that, then surely I can. I will continue to get my fill of yattering here:)
So don't be afraid to visit. I promise, it will be quick! And if you notice me slacking off & falling behind, or getting too wordy ... call me on it!
The Daily Muse: http://evscottstoo.blogspot.com/
By the way - if any of the images speak to you, they can be ordered as cards or photos.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
In the Pot Belly Pig days, by the time I got one and paid more than I would care to admit to, the bottom fell out of the market and they were giving them away. In fact people begged us to give them homes - free.
Same with the miniature hedgehogs that I used to raise. As soon as the male died, the prices went through the roof and I couldn't afford to replace him, so Tiggy Winkle went husbandless and I went babyless.
We imported Beanie Babies before anyone in Canada even heard of TY, and wound up selling them for half price just to get rid of them. We got $2.50 for ones that later went for $800. I still had an original catalogue which was worth over $300, but apparently has no value whatsoever when some of the pictures have been cut out.
And I'm afraid I must confess - I am personally responsible for Black October back in 1987. I happened to invest in the stock market for the first time in September.
So imagine my utter delight to read a headline in today's paper: "Versatile turquoise the "it" colour for 2010".
This spring, I made the bold move of re-doing the walls of our home in Newfoundland. I so loved the way that the kitchen already looked, loved the old wallpaper and have dragged my feet about changing it for a few years. After finally admitting to myself that the time had come, I stripped it and discovered wall panelling beneath. I smooshed and mooshed dry wall compound all over it.
In Newfoundland, one of the most incredible, beautiful sights are the icebergs that swim through the ocean right behind us. They were my inspiration for colour choice.
When I base painted it turquoise, Brian commented that it looked like his Grandmother's house from the 1960s. He remarked: "Usually, everything you do looks pretty good, but I don't think you're going to pull this one out of the fire."
I must admit, it was quite reminiscent of the 60's and 70's - in fact, the mohair throw on the chair is one that we bought for Brian's Mom in 1978. Of course, I never had any intention of using just one colour. I added lime green and another blue. Whoa. That was a little more vibrancy than our humble little Salt Box house kitchen could handle. So I washed the whole thing with white & have waited patiently for it to grow on me.
The jury was still out for the most part. When my sister visited this summer, she didn't comment. It wasn't like she didn't notice the change, so I came right out and asked her: "How do you like my paint job?" Her response: "I don't." But my artistic, creative friends greeted it with great enthusiasm - jubilantly, joyful. "It's totally different", they agreed, "But we love it! It's fresh & happy." "It's Iceberg" I shared. "Of course it is!" they confirmed.