Lovely little things surround us everyday. Perhaps they are important things, yet easily slip our minds?
With that, here are a few discombobulated tid-bits on my mind...
As you know, there is this lovely Mad Hatter, Mister Romantic Super Manny that inhabits our little nook in Wonderland (of course he can be rotten too, but that is not the point here ;).
I wanted to tell you two lovely things regarding this gentleman...
I forgot to tell you, eeeps! He made the print sale in my shop during the party possible. He gifted me a roll of my special canvas with the intentions that I could extend a fun sale during the Mad Tea Party.
I am beyond delighted that I got the opportunity to print so many canvas sheets. It is so easy for me to forget how lovely the prints look. So, it was a true reinvigorating art love gift to be able to print many out and enjoy them as I packaged.
Everyone was carefully packaged and lovingly sent off to their new homes this week...
But, before I veer, the second thing I wanted to tell you about curly head is, he is the reason an army of bun buns turned up on my doorstep for the party :)
I don't know where he found them, but he came home with many many rabbits, who were set at my doorstep, with a note about the bunny army and where they came from (invented of course), written by the madman himself...
I thought that was super sweet and fun.
Speaking of flowers? When he brings me flowers, or I cut flowers from my garden, I feel that that is the mere beginning of enjoying them.
I just love dry flowers. In the early nineties I had an enormous collection of dried roses. Then one day, I tossed them all out.
Yet, I find myself loving dried flowers ever more, all over again... I love how the colors darken, and how the dried flowers start to look like paper art.
I am completely enamored with the whole process, from plump living flower, to cut flower, to dried specimen of beauty...
I also love that dried flowers sometimes hold tender memories. Especially the flowers we press in books. Do you do that? I always try to press tiny flowers in my diaries or books. I have been keeping a diary off and on since I was in 2nd grade. And, there are several beloved pressed flowers in my diaries.
My adult diary was in a drawer here in the country, and although I have not written in it much this year, I had a vague recollection of a certain dried flower in it. So that started a search...
Then I found it...
Slowly I opened the little hotel napkin that held a tender flower...
I swooned at the fact that I still had it. I completely believe in making memories of times in my mind. But sometimes, if I have a tender reminder, I can almost relive the moment...
As I flipped through my diary (which I rarely flip through, so that when I do, I find swoon worthy moments hidden inside) I found pictures that tickled my soul.
I realized how much things have changed in ten years. The photo above, taken in Jerome, reminded me that 10 years ago, I carried a film camera. Film. Oh, how I miss film. I spent many years in the dark room underground at the University of Arizona 13 years ago or so. Developing my own negatives and my own photographs... I think film is calling my name again...
I found a photo with the swing Mister Lovee put up for me on our second date all those years ago. I painted it that same weekend. How we enjoyed (and still do) swinging slowly and eating popsicles on that swing...
So, you see, lots of random tid-bits indeed. My mind floats from thing to thing, so fast I can't keep up with it sometimes ;)
I have a friend who thinks diaries are terrible things to keep. But, I guess I don't worry because I don't have any huge outrageous secrets, do I? ;)
I love my diaries. I love the memories stuffed inside of them...
Annnyhow - as for vertigo. I feel so much better, thank you ever so much for your kind words regarding my ailment. To answer a frequent question, I think I wrote about this sometime ago, but the reason I have a discombobulated inner ear (left) is from a very scary horse fall w/concussion I had at 17. I can't believe I survived that fall. So, vertigo is okay as opposed to anything else I could have suffered (plus, I only get it once or twice a year)... The vertigo spells I get are incredibly intense, but I see a doctor for it, and I am all better for now. Yay!
And I am telling you, there is magic in the garden tub for helping me feel better. Besides the fact that it is dreamy, I think there is something more to this...
The shape of my old ball and claw tub cradles my neck and head so wonderfully. I wish homes still had such tubs. They are truly therapeutic in their shape, me thinks...
Between the tub, and a manny, how can you not get better? ;)
He makes me plates of fruit and fruit juices...
We are such enablers ;) If I am not babying him, he is babying me. SO silly. But I will say one thing, I prefer my fruit on a plate and not in a juice. How do you take your fruit?
Speaking of fruit - I think I should bake a pie for tomorrow...
I hope you have a magical and delightful, but most of all, SAFE Independence day!!!
Happy 4th of July!
See you super soooooon!!!
♥,V
ps: Do you enjoy the lovely Sade? I found a box full of old cd's and all of hers were in there. I just love her all over again. This video is so pretty, but I really love all the older tunes, like this...
