I haven't posted here for a long time, it's not that I haven't been doing anything, it's just I've not felt my unfinished stuff would interest you. I get a point in some of my work that I say "o.k., I like this but now what?" and I tend to walk away hoping divine intervention will soon arrive. this is a bench I received from my friend Janice. It sat in my family room for a time and then on my front porch for 23 years. Yup, 23 years. The cap of one of the arms popped off when I was washing it after the winter, and I needed new cushions. So now what? I've been doing some furniture refinishing, and like anything I do, I'm obsessed. I thought O.k. I'll just glue the cap back on and paint it black and maybe get another year out of it. It's a great place to sit in the shade and read. Well when I took it into the shop to work on my co-strippers went wild, "look at the wood" or "it's going to be fabulous when you strip and refinish it." considering my husband said "don't bring this back". I thought, huh! I think I'll strip it. after a great deal of banging, these were the nails holding a couple of pieces of plywood down, forever. It's now resting for the summer in the workshop, we can't work in the shop during the summer months no air, and too toxic with the stripper fumes. The wood under the many layers of paint looks good, I'm thinking a nice dark port, and then what, I can't put this much effort into a piece and then put plywood back on the seat. I'm thinking cane, but that's a skill I know nothing about, yet another new adventure.
It was a sunny, warm day, I had a reminder call from my mother-in-law to prune my roses. She doesn't know that whilst installing our new Air Conditioner in January, in the mist of a snow storm, most of my roses were demolished by my husband and the installers. So, I pruned what they didn't kill, and noticed my Daffodils were no more...they're being moved, for an all new adventure next spring.
I have to add a postscript to this post. I've been married to this man for 31 years, and every spring he does things to my garden and the plant is no more. I don't think it's intentional, anyway, I've now blockaded various areas of the yard. Next it will be crime scene tape. I should also like to tell you that is might be a joke of mother nature, or maybe God was just having an off day. My mother-in-law, the biological mother of my husband can grow anything, anywhere. She cuts off a little snippet of something, anything sticks it in the ground, never buys expensive fertilizers, none of that modern horticultural stuff and it's a jungle out there. So how does one have a son that pulls a beautiful poppy thinking it's a dandelion? God is such a trickster. In the background of my daffodils you can see my already done blooms of crocus' , the bunny had a feast.
A long while ago, when my boys were in elementary school, one of the authors that did a visit suggested we start our weeks with "the best thing about ... is and the worst thing about...is. So with that in mind, the best thing about Monday is yellow. A splash of yellow does make things happy, so thank you to Drowsy Monkey for hosting this Mellow Yellow Monday meme.
I posting this lovely little book, remember the "little golden books". This is a definite up-cycle of a book that was once loved and then discarded. A little creation I purchased from ONE OF A KIND. at Margi Laurin...maker of stuff booth.
On the inside not only do you get the story of our little Cookie Monster, but blank pages for notes and stuff. I originally bought this book to use as a cookie recipe booklet, but have just thought wouldn't this make a great little journal for a new mom with a baby. The story of the book could act as a journal prompt. How cool would that be.
O.K. now that I've justified journal books, I can jump to my real reason for rationalizing altered type books. I'm off to Art and Soul in Virginia, and the class I'm trying to convince myself I need to take is still open. I've just decided I'm in.
If I were a door, I'd be one with a handle like this.
If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be the Ruby Slippers
If I were a poem, I'd be...
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
Robins Egg Blues is Celebrating with a giveaway, you must check it out.
I've gotten my bug back today, so I'm sitting here to week to do to much, so I was blog hopping. I stopped by some of my favorites and discovered this wonderful blog, I'll be catching up by reading backwards. But check it out it looks great.
The winner of my One World One Heart Giveaway is Pea of peascorner. Congratulations pea. I used the random generator selection process.
Pea Said: Such a delightful giveaway, I would so love to win your gorgeous doll, I became a first time grandma a year ago:-) Please enter my name in your giveaway and make sure you come over to enter mine, I'm #116. Thank you! xox
thank you to all of you who stopped by and visited, I've met some truly remarkable people.