Artistic Differences

Collaboration – a word with varied connotations, yet usually a positive experience in the art world.  At the very least, my last few encounters have opened my eyes to new directions and possibilities for expression.

1.  Recently, we were at the beach with some friends.  One of the younger friends was helping me make a sand sculpture, and it was only when I added eyes to the top of the head that we realized a difference in our vision.  I was making a sand dragon, while he was making a battle rampart filled with munitions.  Adjustments were made to how the tail was designed, and by the end of the day we were both happy with the results.  (Explanations on the physical features of the sculpture were vastly different depending on who was giving the tour of our creature/engineered wall.)

2.  The second encounter also included a sculpting medium, though this time using play-dough.  I was asked to create a Minnie Mouse.  My sculpting skills are not great, but using the patented three circle design (and no – I did not obtain a license for this use), I elaborated a little with the bowtie and high heeled shoes.  My 3-D character was greeted with ecstatic shouts of glee before being flattened by tiny fists.  We called the finalized piece “Minnie in Distress”, and I think it says much about the fall of Disney before its own collaboration with Pixar. 

3.  I am not much for using the oven, but I do love to decorate with candy so sometimes baking is a necessary evil.  This time I had a small helper (complete with her own apron) who seems to thrive on baking cakes.  Little did I realize our differences in baking philosophies.  While I was merely creating a blank canvas for candy embellishments, she was creating a tasty snack that should be eaten the minute it had partially cooled down.  I’m now wondering, if the intent is to eat the actual cake, should I have used a cake mix that had not expired a year ago?  

Happy Bump Day

There has been a clamor for baby bump pictures, and not everyone is convinced that my 3yr old niece can re-create the look with her crayon drawings.  In an attempt to be more realistic, I recently did a photo shoot.  Like all good photo shoots, I photo-shopped the results (using an archaic paint program).  Though my lipstick came out looking ridiculous, I think the rest turned out pretty well.  (And yes, I did down-size my feet for this look because I did not want to alarm anyone with the elephant toes I have going on.)

However, let me first show you my assistant.  I found this creature online, and he is an expert at styling bumps and humps of all sizes...

I copied his fashionable yellow jump suit, skipped the tail, and used my almost natural shaggy mane:)  Here is what 37 weeks looks like...

HAPPY WEDNESDAY!!!!!!!

Definition of Pathetic

When making a bowl of cereal (aka pouring milk on frosted mini wheats) sounds like too much work.

Preparing for the Night Owl

The first purchase to get ready for our August arrival (if you don't count the vintage toys that brought back fond memories from my own childhood and will be more appropriate for her when she turns 4).

Neighborhood Mosquitoes

My ears were assaulted one mid morning by a neighborhood weed-whacker; one of those high pitched mosquitoes on steroids.  I endured for an hour and then sent Phin to investigate how much longer the job was looking.  If they still had half a lawn to do, we would have to vacate the neighborhood.  He ran into the bathroom to get his hat and came out with the true culprit.  It was not a neighborhood weed-whacker disturbing my peace and threatening my sanity, but my own toothbrush run amok.  This battery operated device had spontaneously turned on and was giving the insides of my cupboard a good scrub.  I guess the battery was not as dead as I thought – though it was now definitely time to get a new toothbrush.  

What’s in a Name?

We no longer lose sleep debating the finer points of names such as Mincayani, Forest, Eliazar, Keppler, Tonystark, Moshe, Zander, and Qasim.  It is clear from this sampling why no consensus was reached in a list that has dropped to a slim 3% chance of utility.

Spoiler Alert

Like most children growing up, I heard about Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the Stork.  My mom never really encouraged Santa Claus illusions; who can blame her for not wanting to share gift-giving credit with a portly old man, even one reported to be jolly.  The Easter Bunny always seemed ridiculous, although coloring eggs is still an activity I enjoy.  And the reliability of the Tooth Fairy called her existence into question early on in my tooth losing years.  But the Stork…  I’ve always been intrigued by the Stork, and some part of me wished this character was real.

Perhaps the reason I have never fully visualized myself as a mother is because the Stork story is so appealing, and yet I couldn’t fail to recognize the high improbability of this tale.  Though I couldn’t make sense out of the details, I was not willing to imagine any other process.  In the mean-time, I embraced my role as an Aunt with huge enjoyment and every so often scanned the skies for a large bird carrying a kerchief-wrapped baby. 

Alas… The last few months have shattered the small spark of hope I was holding out for the Stork.  My baby will not arrive via midnight airdrop; however, late this summer the Fisher Price toys may not be the only Little People in our house.

Calendar Time

This is my last year doing calendar pages, and sadly, it was also my latest year for getting them turned in.  My apologies to January for encroaching into your month:(  Because it was the last year, I did two months, so now my collection is a hand-crafted calendar page for each month of the year.  It has taken 11 years to create!  I present to you the latest - March and November:)  Let 2015 Begin!!!

 

 

November Musings

Somehow October got away from me.  Last year, I went on a healthy eating month to slow time down, and I think it might have to become a tradition.  It always seems at this time the year begins its sprint towards the end.  For once I would like him to be a little tired, perhaps take a nap like the Hare, and give me a chance to catch up.  I realize I am the tortoise in this analogy, which falls apart quickly because I don't have the patience, and I never do really win.  The crisp fall air has found me, and I am hoping soon to be inspired to create.  In the meantime, I love looking at these amazing creations:)

Flora Forager

Monday - Need I say More?

Just the tip of the iceberg.

Beautiful Hydration

Rumor has it that an average person is supposed to drink 8 glasses of water a day. Although I question if this exact number is based on scientific evidence, there is no doubt that my water intake is deplorable.  Although my love of beverages is well-known, water is definitely excluded even when using a fun curvy straw.  On a good week I get about 2 glasses and that is counting the water that slips in while bushing my teeth.

 

This summer while living the rough life at my favorite spa, I strangely could not stop drinking the water.  When I returned home, I was unsure if I had downed 4 glasses in one sitting due to the muddled cucumbers or the fact that I had just emerged from a eucalyptus steam.  It was time to conduct my own test.  Although no actual cooking was involved, this was by far my best kitchen experiment.  Seriously, the water is so tasty, and as an added bonus the jars look amazing in the refrigerator. Currently on the shelves there is strawberry (super yummy), cucumber (so refreshing), and lemon (greatly energizing).  I am drinking water and loving it!

"Free Wood"

I'm usually not one to sort through other people's stuff to find treasures in places like thrift stores, garage sales, or discards on the side of the road.  (It's not that I don't want to be economical, but the time it takes to find gems is more than my shopping-averse attention span can handle.)  However, I could not resist the “Free Wood” sign on the construction project a few houses down from mine.  Was it the plea to release something natural back into the wild that got my attention?  Perhaps it was the chance to use my Radio Flyer Wagon.  In any event, three full wagons later, my garage now has a pile of scrap wood.  The possibilities contained in this pile are as of yet unknown.  Sadly I don’t think anything will be rehabilitated into the forest, but it is nice to get something for my pains of listening to the torturous carpentry racket all summer.  Anyone want to build a tree-house? 

Oops!

While having an ice-cream dessert last night, I remembered that August is my usual month of sugar detox.  Conveniently I totally forgot about this "month of no sugar" until August 26th around 8:30pm.  An honest mistake, and I will just have to try to get on board next year:)

Couch Shopping

Mornings are not my friends.  Waking up usually involves multiple stages, and when I finally drag myself out of bed it is nice to flop semi-inclined in the living room.  From here the day can be engaged in whispered conversations until I'm alert enough to assume the true vertical.  Sadly, our lack of furniture has made a "Stage 2" area noticeably absent, and consequently Stage 1 (laying in bed) elongated while Stage 3 (active prep for the day) developed a grumpy attitude.  In an effort to remedy this, we went couch shopping.  We came back with a find under $10.00!!  Realistically it will not fill the void of a Stage 2 area, but catching a glimpse of these cuties has already improved the outlook in Stage 3.  As an added bonus, we are ready for balcony lounge company (the mini kind).

 
The search for a couch continues:)

Happy 4th of July!!!

It was disappointing not to partake in our first mallow war since becoming residents of this eccentric neighborhood, but the campaign to mallow out tickled my funny bones and eased the sadness.  On the bright side we got to see two amazing firework shows from the comfort of our own balcony, and the few grumbling peeps were quickly silenced into s'mores.  

Tea Break

Sitting in the window with a peek-a-boo view of the ocean

Sipping the most delicious chai, I remember brilliant friendships.

Is it the magic from the tea or the sweet jasmine air that makes

Memory roll to daydream as I wonder which neighboring house would best suit you?
Before I call to ask if I can borrow an avocado from your tempting tree,

The continual beeping of a nearby excavator reminds me of the reality.

I take a last sip and now… back to work!

Sunset in New House

I would like to announce that it is safe to be our friends once again - and we are open for new and renewed applications:)  We are in semi-permanent housing and do not see another move in our near future.  (You can see that I am still not speaking in absolutes.  There is a small chance that being our friend will involve moving garbage bags of our belongings at some point - but I think we are worth the risk...)

Fun at the DMV

The title may be a bit of a misnomer - but look what character came on my license plate!!!!! 

This letter has affected my life more than a mere member of the alphabet should - but when I see that squiggle tail I can understand basing major life decisions on keeping up a close connection.  It appears that I have finally edged out that pesky, but tenacious "U", and have this guy all to myself!  

Eyes Are Everywhere - Part 2

It took me a few days to find this fellow in my shower curtain.  Do you see him?

He acts as the shower bouncer, but happily has let me in each time.  If you take too long, his eyebrow raises and his hand appears on the shell hip.  I've looked for his clam cousins while walking on the beach, but they hide more effectively.

A Reunification Plan

Disclaimer:  Plan is not subject to this chart and may deviate at any moment!  It may be wishful thinking that all pathways lead to SD:)