I was born in the wrong era.
I am a Victorian woman. Not one of those
afraid of messing their hair. I would have been
involved in women’s suffrage issues. I would
have rocked boats and ended up jailed for it.
My home was a Queen Anne. I am sure of it.
I love the full length skirts of the time, the cotton
shirts and full aprons. Remember a while ago I was
searching for that nightgown I had but was thread bare.
I finally found one close to it, but when it came it was
very heavy. It fit fine, though Jan bought a smaller size
than I thought I should have. It is beautiful and perfect
for winter, just lovely really. But thick and heavy!
So I searched more. The Vermont Country store has
my kind of gowns! I ordered this…
Thin muslin and it is heaven! And it has buttons!!
In the forty dollar range, not too bad.
Jan was especially pleased… just sayin…
So today I did another search because
I am still looking for a more lacy version.
I found it! But it is 70 dollars. So I sent an email
to my entire family as a hint for a birthday gift. LOL
My presents from Jan is the trip this summer.
But those kids need an idea. I am sure they do.
I have enough yard art thank you.
This is it, just everything that speaks to the
victorian lady in me. There is a robe too.
But I’m not going to be greedy!
It is odd how tickled I am about the idea of it.
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A and K our friends who are trying to have a baby,
got pregnant, but at the first ultrasound, there was
no heart beat. They are of course devastated.
They will try again. This happened when I was in
the hospital. I was no comfort at all.
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Total for my little vacation with bad food?
60,000 or right at it. Sigh.
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We sat in this office last night and listened
to the entire album I spoke of here
yesterday. I believe Jan now has claimed it
for her car. It isn’t the first CD we have two of.
When she moved here, we found we had
many of the same cd’s, she leans toward country,
me more show tunes. But also many alike.
It’s wonderful really. I adore sharing music with her.
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As predicted, a few of my flickr friends are having
a hard time with the latest piece. This is evident by
their silence. Ah well, maybe they learned something too.
I wont take it down.
I find it amazing that instead of saying, wow,
that is more than I can handle (whether it is a work
of art or writing) people just slink away silently waiting
for something less honest to be said or created before
they come around again. I am not sure I will ever
understand it. Probably because I have always been
so boldly there. Well not always, as a child I was
very shy. I learned to keep my creations to myself.
It wasn’t until I ended my straight marriage that I became
the take no prisoners artist I am now, in whatever form I
choose. Art or writing. I try so hard to be real here and
within my work. The silence used to bother me, but with
help from many here, I have learned to allow those other
people to be who they are. Often that means no feedback,
and that has to be okay with me.
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I’m teaching today. Gonna encourage Jill to stop
over thinking each step and just do it. She is killing
me with indecision. Two hours to pick a color on Saturday!
Come on girl… lets move forward!
Have a great day all.
For Shaney, one of the best Bette songs ever.
A favorite of mine.
In this life.
By the way, my daughter Hilary was named for the
character Barbara Hershey played in Beaches
along side Bette.
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On my desk this morning, a note again from my beloved.
It just says “I love you ATB”
It means everything.
I had to add,
yesterday I went to wallyworld and bought Jan the same
5 and 8 pound weight balls I have and two
floor mats as well. (she was hogging mine!)
anyway as I checked out the cashier challenged me in a way.
She looked at the items and then at me and said,
“are you going to use them”?
Yeah!! I know!
My reply, “75 pounds down says so.” at which point
she changed her tune, I was no longer the fat woman who
was buying stuff she would not use. I was doing it and
somehow better for it. I wanted to say what I thought,
but I do try to be nice in public.
I came home mad as hell!
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1pm, just got a call from Holland,
Paula died today.
Please keep Becky in your thoughts.
