What's Your Favorite Color?

Colorful Summer Blouse

 The colors I go for are ecru, white, gray, denim, and khaki green, Earth colors. 

At the thrift store yesterday, I considered the blouse in the photo, (even though the colors aren't my usual). I held on to the summery blouse for a while before putting it back on the rack. 

Yesterday, once again, I had forgoten my donations. On my return today with the donations, the jacket I wanted is there, but the skirt is gone. That's all right because I wasn't all that keen on the skirt anyway.

On the Tops rack, the blouse was still there. The colors are very flashy. But, I like every thing about the piece, including the colors. Frustrated by my indecision, I asked a shopper to help me decide between another top I was holding and the blouse. She chose the blouse. I said thank you, I will buy it. All I needed was a push over the edge. Laughing. 

There it is draped over the edge of the sofa where I can see it. Now I'm deciding what to pants to wear with it. I'm also thinking about changing out the buttons.

Have you ever asked another shopper for their opinion?

What's Been Going On


Black bean chili is on the stove. A spicey meal with nachos and melted cheese is in order here.

It has been a slowish borderline-ish meh week for me.

There has been some wonderful weather. Sitting outdoors, I have to be cautious not to fall asleep. What a struggle it can be to not allow the wind and sunshine to lull you into dozing off.

I have much catching up to do with blog reading and commenting. The bright sun out today ecourages me to garden some between being online. There are also boxes to fill with things to mail and donate. Puttering has produced a lovely variety of tasks that won't go away with me in a chair daydreaming or watching YouTube videos. 

How is your week going?

Prayers for everyone in the path of bad weather


All life is an experiment. 
The more experiments you make the better.

Journals of Ralph Waldo Emerson 1841~ 1844
Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803 ~ 1882


Reflection Monday May 2024

Lilacs in Spring

Is there a time in any process, 
that you pay more attention to?

Does your baby, puppy, kitten
awwwness,
spread out through your life?

Or

Are you an awww snob?


Thinking About What Intrigues

First Sketch ~ The Party
from a personal photograph

Many years ago I saw the above image in real life when I was taking pictures (with permission) at a birthday party I attended. The majority, being elderly, added a somber vibe to the gathering. There aren't that many 80th birthdays to attend in life. I imagine there was a lot of reflection going on about our own longevity. I was near my sixties at the time. It feels like hundred years ago. All the party goers in the sketch are now deceased. 

Uploading the images, that one particular photo (above) reminds me of Cezanne's, The Card Players (below). To my surprise, after putting watercolor to the sketch, I see my colors are similar to Cezanne's painting.  The memory holds well in my artist's brain.

The Card Players
1890 ~ 1892 Oil on canvas
Paul Cezanne 1839 ~ 1906

What is it that captures my heart in Cezanne's painting is how he puts to canvas the concentration composure of the men playing cards. Deep in thought they are. At the birthday party, those folks are deep in thought as well. It intrigues me that the card game is similar to living to a ripe old age. How we win at a game or life, chances are chances. The cake is consumed. The cards are dealt.

Eventually I will do an acrylic painting from my photograph. I imagine it will be large as there is more off frame that I might add, if  it supports the concentration focus.

If I remember right, then I've done pencil sketches from other pictures of the room. I chose the small section of that table because it best represents what I feel from Cezanne's painting. I don't experience that many connections with my image choices reminding me of an old master's artwork. What will my painting be isn't the highlight. Feeling the connection with an artwork, no matter the artist or era, is the best part.

Day 1139 of Week 20 May 2024


Day jumping is the theme this week as each day feels to me like tomorrow. My Friday gone Saturday brain is already waving nostalgic for cartoons and Shredded Wheat.

This week-end is bring out the summer, put away the winter clothes. Starting today feels right  because it feels like Saturday anyway. 
In retirement for so many years, my mind is still in the work week rythmn. After 5 PM, the day is done. Friday is a thank goodness the week is over. 

The weather report has been adding 70ºF temperatures more often. The plants and I are happy about that.

Have a Happy Weekend!

Make lemonade from lemons
Browse camp stoves online
Shop for tents
Draw a bowl of pears
Explore the history of the chair
Sing to a lamp
Tell a friend an uplifting story
Prepare for berry picking seasons
Plan picnic locations


P.S. This weekend, I began to send out Happy Mother's Day ecards!
That's week jumping! 😏

What About You?

The Spring Lawn Before the 1st Cut

In the 1990s, (long story short), being told that a montly budget includes self care as in something nice like clothes or make-up, absolutely stunned me. I felt guilty when I spent money on myself in those tight budget days of cereal coupons. 

What about you?

Do you set aside things, and time, on purpose, to do something nice for yourself?  

Rising out of emotional trauma, I began with something inexpensive, cheap nail polish. The goal is to remind myself that it is all right for me to look nice. Every summer for over 20 years, I take care to paint my toenails, and, wear spiffy sandals. Eventually, I added earrings and jewelry. This year, I am graduating to summer dresses and skirts. At the rate I'm advancing, next year I might wear a bathing suit instead of shorts and a tee shirt.

There are events in life that can leave a person feeling unattractive and/or not want to be noticed, men and women. We have to rebuild our confidence, cope with the negatives, and enrich our positives.

A Spring Puddle Reflection

How we think of ourselves, I believe, plays the tune we follow in our daily lives. Not being deliberately engaged in our personal self care beyond the daily basics, can press ruts in our path to happier days. 

Please, take care of your beauty.

Let your happiness shine!

Day 117 of Week 17 April 2024

Route 17 Addison, Vermont
April 2024


It is a beautiful day here in Vermont. At lunch time, it was out and about for a short walk and picture taking. Hearing honking, I saw a goose flying in the distance off to the right out of frame. 
Using my iphone 13, pictures do not turn out well, even with editing. Serendipity excursions means that I don't always have a better camera with me.

Have a Camera Ready Weekend!

Play catch with a love one
Draw a row boat
Browse tents online
Read about flowering quince
Make pickled beets
Sing to your socks
Design your own camp shirt
Tell a daffodil a silly story

Poetry Thursday: William Wordsworth


Book Inscription 1881

One hundred and forty-three years ago, a man gave his wife a Christmas gift of the book, The Poetical Works of Wordsworth. The pale pencil lines he made to insure his script would be straight are barely visible. There are also light pencil marks in the table of contents marking some poems. To my surprise, the poem I chose to quote below, is one of them. Eerie.

From The Oak and the Broom, a Pastoral, VIII, 
O the Same Flower, last stanza, page 146:

Bright Flower! for by that name at last,
When all my reveries are past,
I call thee, and to that cleave fast,
        Sweet silent creature!
That breath'st with me in sun and air,
Do thou, as thou art wont, repair
My heart with gladness, and a share
        Of thy meek nature!

1805
William Wordsworth

A Little Birdie Knick Knack Makeover


There is no telling what might strike one's fancy sometimes.

For me, last fall for the holidays, the little resin something birds with scarves and other  decorations were being sold (around $7.00 US).

The bird in the photo had a dark green scarf. It fell off the shelf and broke its tail, and a piece out of its side (under the end of the scarf far left). 

I used glue to stuff and smooth over paper towels in the hole as the piece wasn't found. When it dries, I will use an emory board to smooth it out before painting.

The feet were gray metal. I used acrylic paint to fancy up the scarf. The beak has also been painted. The eye has a spot of blue.

I don't put out a lot knick knacks. But that little bird just makes me smile, so out it goes right where I can see it. The body is a bit smaller than a real robin. A substantail bird, the height of the legs, I feel, makes it stand out more. Dusting my mother's knick knack too almost an hour there were so many.

Do you have a favorite knick knack?

Adventures in Social Media

Cedar Waxwings
 
Browsing along, laughs galore, interesting questions, fun in general on X aka Twitter, I got to thinking again about Life.

Science supports that human remains are best preserved where the climate conditions are ideal for such preservation to take place. Archaelogical evidence tells us the area had human activity. 

There is no scientific evidence to date that I know of that defines where human life began. In Africa then migrated to Asia or in Asia migrated to Africa, the big deal over where we began can might lead us to understand the conditions of our scientific birth. 

Interesting thought: What if all that will be left is what there is today? Social Media can cause a person to ponder such questions.