chop suey 12.11.
No, not my birthday, but I am sure it must be somebody’s birthday, somewhere. With my husband’s surgery fast approaching, I am finding that playing in my studio is a distraction that I find “restful” In the truck I have been listening to a story about King Henry the VIII’s last wife, Catherine Parr, and the court life she led. Interesting enough I guess, but I have decided I can do without the court drama.
The radio is either Holiday music, or if it is talk radio… the news, happenings of the day, budgets, politics and again, not what I call ambient for a soothing companion while I travel around doing last-minute errands.
On Sunday, the church was all festive with a decorated Holiday tree, even had lights. That was a nice surprise, I realized that each year, my husband has put up coloured lights on the garage, of course, this year, that hasn’t been done. Seeing the lights, reminded me that yes, it is the holiday season… but… for us… we will miss it all, it will be a quiet and hopefully healing one.
Snow is in the forecast, starting early evening, and, on into the night and most of tomorrow. For everyone wanting a white Christmas, looks like you just might get your wish.
May the joy of the holidays fill your homes with glad tidings. The merriment of shared laughter and tender moments be the ingredients of your days, and peace and serenity the balm of your nights.
Oyashikiri
art work and photos- mine
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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