Today feels very quiet.
Hot tea in hand, roaming around the house.
Looking here and there at little collections of this and that.
Dark skies, cold air, wind today.
Odd, but welcome.
I love weather as such.
I did all my shopping errands and seeded and top soiled before 8:30 a.m.
I just had to get out of the house.
I tossed and turned all night.
Sadness in the world makes me sad and uneasy.
Truth be told.
I'm just snooping around my own home.
Getting ready to paint.
Wondering if I should tidy up my mood board...
Matty had a little relapse so he is back on medicine, and doing better again.
He is sleeping behind me as I type.
He panics if he can't see me.
Follows me like a mad man.
I like being his mother hen.
I love being his mother hen.
I wonder what he thinks?
The more you get closer to animals, the more you are so vastly aware at how sensitive they are, and how "animal" doesn't suit them at all.
I think they might even be more sensitive than humans.
Perhaps I need a mood board, just for Matty and Miles and Baby?
Like a scrapbook page, on a wall?
I stole lots of little pink roses from the arbor out front.
Wilted lovely things.
By the way, the jar I put them in, is a jar I painted and glittered (along with 11 others), and has been outside in the rain and sun for 2 years with no loss of color or glitter.
I just made an acrylic paint wash (a little paint + a little water), brushed it on the outside of the jam jar, then sprinkled the glitter over the wet paint.
This one has even been buried, watered and dirtied in a garden bed -
Hosed off, and is still painted and glittered.
I was using them as candle holders.
(I made lavender, light pink, and light teal ones)
I guess it's safe to say, they are resilient and you should make some :)
I was standing in the studio a minute ago, sipping my tea, peering into this glass box.
Hey, I haven't noticed you in a while.
Do we become immune to our surroundings?
I am desperate for something good to read.
I am not a huge fiction fan, unless it is super good.
Well, I do like fairy tales and stories as such.
But I have a weird relationship with fiction.
Maybe it just depends on my mood?
I do quite enjoy non-fiction.
Have you read anything marvelous lately?
I picked some strawberries last night and this morning.
Wouldn't you know, they taste like real strawberries, in a way you never taste from store bought ones. Kind of like the tomatoes. Real flavor.
Well, my paint calls.
I wash paintbrushes ever so often.
All the time.
Washing washing paintbrushes :)
Oh oh, also...
I think I need to take one of my mannequins out of hiding and use her as an earring model.
For the ear jewels in my jewelry shop.
I was trying some of the earrings I make on, and thinking, you have to see them on to really get what they look like, right?
It's too hard for me to take the photos of myself...
But one of my gals has pierced ears, so I'll grab her and a wig, and take some fresh photos for the jewelry shop.
I want to steal these for myself ;)
Well, off I go, back into Wednesdayness.
ps: Mister Lovee didn't give me a card for our 12 year celebration.
(he does so many nice things often, it doesn't matter)
I asked him about it 3 times.
Of course he is so nice, who cares about a card.
But I had to hassle him about it, because it's fun.
Anyhow, he just now came in with my "card."
He says it's a card anyways, ha!
12 times love, he says.
Spray painted on my usable card.
What the heck?
On a container, that I can fill with some of my junk.
Something useable he says.
Can the man get any more practical?
Umm, thanks Lovee.