chop suey Sunday 26th
Today, was a day of errands. After church I was busy gathering ingredients for a soup, and then to a craft supply place that still had their special sale on. With the holidays around the corner, I have once again, begun to work at my “work table.” I want to finish cards that I have promised for a few “retail” outlets, and want to make a few personal greetings that need to be posted soon.
To accomplish this, I wander and look at everything that I discover along my path, one never knows when an idea or a creative moment will present itself. Funny I go into a shop looking for a very specific item or theme, and come out with way more than I had anticipated. Anyone else, know this curious “happening” it is as if an elf is putting things in our basket when we aren’t looking. When we do see it, we realize that ..”wow! that is a great ^whatever^ guess I will keep it.”
Fortunately, more often than naught, these are the items that will be the first to be consumed or used in the creative process.
If you are someone who delights in homemade soup… then you are likely familiar with the above utensils… maybe not these, but a strainer of some kind.
I start my soups with bones, for me the most delightful of tastes is the meat that is closest to the bone. Exquisite flavour can be obtained by combining the oddest ingredients, then after hours of slow simmer, straining the broth, only returning to the liquid ambrosia, the jewels you want to feature. Sometimes they have absolutely nothing to do with the making of the broth. But their taste, harmonized perfectly to offer up a feast not only for the eyes, but for your taste buds … not to mention the aromatic teasing of your senses
All this to say… I’ ve got a soup on the back burner, and I steamed my veggies to put on my rice, in a Pad Thai sauce. Hmmm must be time for me to eat.
Hope you all had a great week-end. Tomorrow we start a brand new week! Soon a new month will appear too… YAY!!!!
Make every moment count, and enjoy all that life has to offer.. The more you succeed, the merrier life will be.
Oyashikiri
Sometimes, you decide to cut out a hexagon. You have an idea. But before you can really get carried away, your creative self goes to work… and yes, you do hexagons, but this is what you end up with.
Happiness is finding that the coloured hook and loop tape is on sale, buy 1 and get 2 free. I had not seen coloured hook and loop before, so I was for sure, having a few. Especially they were in the fall colours I was on the hunt for.
I’m even going to follow the “rules” and launder the pieces first before I start to cut them up and heat bond them. I am showing you the raw pieces, before I play with them. Hopefully I will eventually show you the end product. I have no idea what I will do with the tape, but the possibilities are endless.
She looked closer, and saw the defined scales all over his body, he was majestic.
OK I have no idea, what I was thinking of when I did this, but it happened. Years later, I still don’t know what it was that drew me to put this “idea” together. Knowing I did it, always gave me pause. I thought to simply throw it out, yet it sat in the back garden for some time, a reminder that not everything I do, or come up with is “picture perfect”
At the time, I really liked the idea. The glove, the hand, I’m not sure, but it still might be out back too. We are cleaning up back there, it is time for a change. I know if they are there, it will be time to “let them go”
I remember putting this “character” into the old wood bird house, so he would be out of the elements. It is all overgrown now, but I saw through the branches that he is still there. It would require cutting away half of the evergreen now to get him out… so… he’ll get to stay. Actually maybe it was a she..
The garden guardians have come and gone, they tended and hosted the wildlife that used our land to travel safely through the urban sprawl. There is beauty in all that nature provides, and there is an unseen world around us that some of us see, and other’s don’t. Never-the-less, the world of imagination and fantasy never fails to capture our attention, when we listen to the wind whisper softly through the trees, or hear it howl when it is voicing discontent. This week we’ve heard the heavens bowling in celebration of a summer’s eve. the bowling balls landing with loud thunder as they rolled across the skies.
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