Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
She has the most consistently common set of children - can't-tell-one-from-the other black kittens with not a lot of appeal, being both unfriendly and non-descript.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
This weekend was perfect for my joyful task. I scrubbed the floor and cleaned the windows and washed all the oil lamps and their chimneys. And as always, I carted out all the old quilts and afghans and hung them on the fence to air out. I was fortunate this year - the donkeys were busy in another field. Many years, they have been drawn to the spectacle with great fascination. I have 'chew marks' and grass stains on the corners of some of them, as a little souvenir of their attraction.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
It's hard to imagine that a bird, who was out shopping for some real estate, would discover that tiny little hole & even think about popping in there to have a look-see. Like really ... who would do that?
My guess is, most likely a Starling. Brian tells me that they're 'lazy' birds - I prefer to think of them as creative or innovative. That is IF they're buidling their own structures - if they're moving into someone else's space, that is NOT cool. I haven't had a Washing Machine Dweller before, so they were most welcome to this space.
I've been watching for the Mom of these little guys - but I haven't seen who it is. I'm happy that she found a safe place to raise her young-uns and I think that she is wonderfully resourceful. However, I do wonder how she's going to get them out of there though - it might be hard to fly 'up' that hole. I hope she's given some thought to that!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
At a woodworking class in 1988, I was busy building my first Ark & the instructor asked me what it was. I replied: 'A boat'. He said bluntly: 'It doesn't look like a boat.' Well, I don't discourage easily and I carried on to finish it and gave it to a friend's daughter as a Christmas gift. She was so pleased with it that when we decided to open a retail store, we named it 'Noah's Ark Studio'.
For the next four years, I made numerous Arks, using the wooden carved animals from Kenya. In 1992, I was showing a fellow something that I was impressed with because it was carved & he said 'You could do that'. I'd actually never thought of it even - but of COURSE I could ... I can do anything! The appropriate time to learn seemed to be on a 12 hour trip to Pennsylvannia. My sister, being older, wiser and a nurse, insisted that it was a particularly dumb idea to carve in a moving vehicle. It didn't seem any more of a challenge to me, since I really didn't know what I was doing anyway. With some hunks of wood & a dull xacto knife, I worked my way through some animals. It was the giraffe that did it - one wee tiny spot on his neck ... the knife slipped and sliced my thumb to the bone - a good four inches long. We were on the Thruway, so there was no place to stop to be stitched up. I caught the blood in a grocery bag, glued up my thumb with paper towel & tape and was healed up enough to be back at it on the way home. The scar is my daily reminder that my sister is indeed WISER than me.
I'm thinking of my Mother today, of course. Even though I have been without her longer than I had her, she still very much lives in my heart and in my head. I was thinking about what words of wisdom that she left me with that come to mind immediately. One bit of advice has served me well - the other still makes no sense.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
It's been such an inspiration for me ... although, if they weren't such lovely people, I'd be totally intimidated. Every day, someone has something wonderful to offer the world. Sometimes I feel like such a slouch. These folks are consistently producing amazing work, while I diddle daddle around and get one piece up here and there.
When we list something on Ebay, we put aHa in the title, so the followers and collectors can see at a glance, all the things that are available from this juried group. It's all Holiday centered, so at this time of year... after Easter & before Christmas, my stuff isn't technically Holiday. But I'm going to have to come up with some way to make it that way, as I love to be able to put aHa after my name. I've never got to have 'letters' before!
I was completely humbled and honoured to be the 'Feature Artist' on the AHA Blog today. http://tinyurl.com/cbwjh4
Suzanne Urban, http://suzanneurbandesigns.typepad.com/walnutbeachartist/ a prolific & talented Artist, keeps that blog updated with all the work of the Members. I don't know how she does it, I can't even keep up with this one. She and Sheryl Parsons http://mothersdreamartworks.blogspot.com/ and Susan Vanderhoek, http://seasonalwhimsies.blogspot.com/ of make such effort to promote the group and provide marketing opportunties.
American Holiday Artists are at the top of my Blog list, with the various members underneath ... have a visit & you'll see lots of eye candy & be introduced to some awesome & amazing Artists.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Oh yeah ... it's been a VERY long time. But I am determined to make some Arks this year - I do enjoy doing them & it's been way too long.
I actually LOVE to sit out on the back porch and whittle away ... it's just the most relaxing thing to do. Sort of like needle felting to me - I don't have to jump up and find a scissors, find the glue, look for something else I've thought of. I just sits there with my knife and my hunk of wood, listening to the birds sing and the creek babble away. And while I'm sitting there, I'm thinking ... WHY is it that it's been so long since I've done this? I'm glad I'm doing it now:)
So, Sunday night - if all goes as planned, there will be an Ark on Ebay for the very first time.
Friday, May 1, 2009
I have never been a fan. A fan of cages, of doing the same thing over & over ... a fan of exercise for the sake of exercise. I love to walk or ride my bike - but the conditions have to be perfect. No wind, the right temperature, nothing else pressing to do. I walk to gawk - to breathe & enjoy nature. I bike so I can listen to my book.
So this week, when I signed up at a fitness club for an ENTIRE YEAR, no one was more shocked than me. I've actually gone twice. And had a good time. Really only because (the going AND the having a good time) my youngest daughter is there. All the hamsters with the pained expressions were surely shaking their heads at our attempts to figure out each and every machine. I didn't love the hufffing & puffing & sweating or the confirmation that my fitness level is non-existant, but I love that I'm getting to spend time with her - we actually had fun.
And it turns out that there is something there that I actually DO enjoy. A wonderful, big, comfortable massage chair with a pile of magazines beside it. Now THAT'S my kind of equipment.