Nov 14, 2014
As the week comes to a skidding halt, I wanted to catch you up on all the wonderful creative endeavors which have passed and some yet to come.
On November 3rd, I wrote myself a permission slip to create. I Instagrammed my crappy cell phone picture.
The permission slip reads:
“I hereby give myself permission to make art, To prioritize, schedule, and spend time making art. Because I need to make a change in my life.”
I went on to say, “I needed to grant myself permission. And now that I have it, there’s no question that art needs to happen every single day of my life. And that my soul will rise above the troubles I always have when I’m stuck in my think box”.
And so I began to make something daily.
On my to do list were making cards for birthday gals and pen pals. And then people said how great these were and I said I’ll send you one too. So I made more. I am still making them and sending them. I’m attempting to prove that I can step up and create at any moment and that I can justify my future Etsy shop with my creations. And I’m giving what I’d like to receive.
I was rather Inspired by my trip to DC to the Smithsonian and meeting Kim Werker, the author of Make It Mighty Ugly.
This was written on the wall in the craft exhibit wing.
My mind is such a thought labyrinth that unless I have rules to follow around making stuff more often giving me pleasure and hope, then I won’t create and that’s no good. Rules are made to be obeyed. My new rule is to create constantly. So these happened next.
I’m still feeling a heartfelt ‘Wow’ for these leaves which were absolutely inspired by something I saw online that blew me away.
I took it and spun it my way. And these in turn inspired some other cards. More on those later.
I also stopped by Moonvine to see Pama. She’s asked me if I would decorate a tree for the Hospice Festival of Trees. So that makes three Christmas trees I’ll have my hands on this year. Next week I’ll be making a proper visit to Moonvine for picture-taking so you can see all the wonderful holiday merchandise she just got in. Shopping locally is so very easy when you have these kind of covetable presents to choose from. FUN.
I am continuing to live my hope through my creative actions and I’m definitely finding I see life a little differently with this permission finally in place. I loved this little butterfly collage and I think it embodies how I feel these days. Have a lovely fabulous amazing weekend and a wonderful Waterfowl Festival weekend to everyone in Easton, Maryland.
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Jan 16, 2012
This past Friday, January 13th, was the official tear down of the tanenbaum. I wasn’t ready to be done. I’m never ready. Yet I beware the development of a force-field emitted from all matters of things that overstay their welcome in one spot. I forced myself to do my job. No Valentine’s Day tree for me.
My kid made a plea for the tree’s life but to no avail. Fire hazard and all. I ripped that beautiful tree from the space like a large crunchy well lit band-aid and hurriedly swept up all evidence of it. I feel horror and shame for all those disrespected trees that showed up on December 26th around town; the remains of and good riddance to all those one night stands built on consumerism and the “gimmes”. I didn’t have the heart to lay it on its side so I stood mine up against the window. My son spoke kindly to it through the glass.
Oh what a glorious gift, a tree in the house. The most fabulous decorating idea ever. I wished I’d thought of it and patented the idea. We are left now with only the glowy melty memories of how the warm joy of all that light in the middle of the winter settled upon us. Seven one hundred and fifty bulb light strands make a person feel special. They seem almost a necessity with the winter’s waning supply of serotonin.
Although we may be halfway through winter, it’s still dark damn-it. I need light in my brain and in that corner. A placebo, methadone, something. Lights on the shefflera plant will have to do for a stunt tree. And I probably need a good distracting book to sit and read in the late afternoon sunshine with my cat that dreams of drinking the water from the tree stand and batting breakables off the bottom boughs. Faretheewell Christmas.
Dec 8, 2011
I do not get automatically in the mood for Christmas at Thanksgiving. When did that start, the tradition of having all the decorations done by the end of Black Friday? My Christmas spirit is temperamental. It needs coaxing from it’s year’s slumber. Like horniness, it needs foreplay. I decorated a fifteen foot tree at church and that didn’t do it. Maybe my mood doesn’t come until a week into December or when it gets cold.
It seems that spirit crept up on me while I wasn’t looking. I spun the garland and lights and red mesh around my doorway like a Christmas spider on the last of the warm days in December. And my husband said it looked really good. Ego boost as incentive.
We’ve planned our family outing to fetch our live tree on Sunday. It’s a thang. And today, I began to fiddle with the paper houses that are typically on the mantel in our parlor. But this year, the neighborhood is moving front and center to the living room. I found the designs in an article in Country Living in 2007. Four years later, I finally embellished my buildings completely.
My ever-changing mood and satisfaction with my tree decorations is the unknown element in the Christmas decorating season. Typically, I just strive to impress myself with something. Two years ago, the red branch chandelier was pretty fabulous. This year, I’m thinking of going somewhat minimalistic on myself and seeing if I can stand it. Brown paper flowers with red pine cones. And maybe white paper chain garlands. We’ll see how it goes. Especially when my little boy wants to help. Eeyikes Wish me luck.