Saturday, March 24, 2012

Ever have one of those days?


Me, too! I'm having one today.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

I spy with my little eye...

I thought I would share some pics of the tables I use for art.
Is this a good idea? Probably not. I am pretty sure it's a bad idea.
But maybe I am looking at this all wrong.
Do you think these pics would make a good children's book?
I'm seeing some potential here.
There could be anything in there. Tarantulas. Bologna sandwiches. Wallets and car keys.
Maybe they could be used like a Rorschach test.
Or on a special episode of Hoarders - "Crafters Gone Wild!"
Anyway, you should all be feeling much better about your work spaces now.
Happy to be of service.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Playing with paper and a lovely surprise in the mail!

When I am older and grayererer, all they will have to do to amuse me is to give me paper, glue and scissors. And I will promise to use the glue as instructed. He he.


Before I show you my paper creations, look what I won from Lizzie on her blog! She made this beautiful print while in Spain taking a printmaking class from Mariann (it's on my life list, Mariann!). I love it, and can't wait to get it framed and up on the wall. Thanks so much, Lizzie! Lucky me. :)
Back to playing with scissors (but not running with them). Last Christmas, I saved some of the smaller, sturdier boxes that gifts came in - thinking I would use them for something arty. I finally got around to making a little Frida box.



And while I was on a Frida roll, I made a paper doll. I had some tiny silver brads that worked great for the arms (after I stabbed myself with the clay tool I used to make the holes).


And then I went thrift shopping. Here are some dollar frames and a little wooden heart candle holder I bought. Aren't they fun? I love the one that looks like a little TV.
I found some Easter things, too. I spent a whopping two bucks for the two bunnies and the painted egg. Better than Vegas, baby.
Happy almost Spring!

Friday, March 2, 2012

Some new stuff...

I've been busily writing every day. Some days I get a lot done, other days I stare at the screen and drool. Other times, I watch the dust mites floating across my keyboard. It's like that. One step forward, fifty-nine steps back. In between, I have sewn some new dolls.
A little Frida





Me, in the morning (kidding, her hair is nicer).
This is Maribel.



Viola


William, a cat

That's what I've been doing. That and staring a lot. And on a completely different topic, I was at the post office the other day, and I heard this older lady talking to the post-person (what are they called?) about international shipping, and when she found out the rate, she said, "That's cool." I think she was about eighty. It struck me how weird it is that our bodies change, but inside (if we are lucky) we hang on to that younger person we once were. It's funny how some people get really old at forty and act like old geezers and other people stay young, even if they are old. If you know what I mean. It gave me hope.
She was pretty cool.