When I was a little girl, my mother and I took pottery classes at the famous Detroit landmark, Pewabic Pottery. My mom is very creative and tried to encourage an interest in the arts in both her children. Because I attended pottery classes, I have always appreciated the art of ceramics and know the amount of time it takes to produce a unique piece. Sometimes, you have a piece of clay exactly as you wish it to look and it is ruined in the firing process. Patience and tenacity are essential qualities for a successful sculptor, not just an artistic eye....more
One of the item on my bucket list was learn or re learn to crochet I did a little in high school. I made a dish rag doing single crochet stitch. Still need to tie the end of it off.I need a lot more practice. Stitches aren't even and haven't yet got the hang of counting. I tried to figure out the single crochet in book. It total confused me. Also I been doing some ceramics. I wasn't sure how I like these color of Jesus clothes. All the painting and statues I seen. He always so clean and put together....more
As much as I love the four seasons that New England does so well, I often dream of residing out west where I could have a true outdoor living room. The go-to place for relaxing, reading, napping, eating, drinking, or just sunning. A place with plush cushions, plants, pretty decorations, lanterns and maybe even a chaise lounge or two. Porch, patio, deck, I am not picky. Just a private little retreat where I can get some fresh air! Some day....more
My mother decided she wanted to clean out her house last November and brought me a bunch of stuff from my old bedroom when we got together for Thanksgiving. I, who probably have the least amount of room of my siblings, was given more things to store. I went through it more thoroughly as I moved this last month. There were some gems among the items, like all of my grade school report cards and band programs, but sadly, I decided that some things were just not worth keeping… specifically some old grade school art....more
As if tending my scrubland garden wasn't bad enough, it has now been blighted with a mole attack. Yep over the last two weeks, I must have had at least twenty molehills in my garden, each of which required me to don my wellies, grab a spade and pat-down and level the little piles of mud that were deposited on the lawn. It made me properly curse, as in "you bloody, blind, furry, big-footed, red-nosed gits!" Jeez I was properly hopping mad at them. ...more
When I was little my neighbor did not like our family. Sadly, they were the only family on the street with kids around my age, and the mom was the president of our church's Sunday school program.
And she did.not.like.me.
Or any of my family, really.
The only time my siblings and I were invited over, we had a BLAST playing and playing and playing. Then we went home.
Wow, Blogher conference tickets are nearly sold out (http://www.blogher.com/blogher-10-conference-tickets-selling-out). I can't believe it and I'm getting really really excited to attend my first one. One thing I've noticed is people are starting to make lists, picking places to meet up, talk about what's going to be at the conference, etc. But what I haven't seen a lot of, and please lead the way if I've missed something, is all the arts, crafts, photography, knitting, design etc related bloggers heading to NYC in August. ...more
I thought it might be fun to do a little roundup of some of the Etsy giveaways going on around the web this week since there always seems to be a handful of them. Find something (or things) you just gotta have? Click the Giveaway link and enter to win!...more
In 1941, J.D. Salinger had seven stories rejected by The New Yorker. Apparently undaunted, he submitted an eighth the same year, "Slight Rebellion off Madison," which was accepted. BUT, it was about a disaffected teenager (can you guess his name?) nervous about the war, and in the wake of Pearl Harbor was deemed unpublishable - so did not see print for another five years....more