Remember the Power of Gratitude

....or Attitude is Everything...

"Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts. It's what you do with what you have left."

H. Humphrey

“If a fellow isn’t thankful for what he’s got, he isn’t likely to be thankful for what he’s going to get."

F. Clark

Ultimately-- It is gratitude that opens the door to abundance and paves the way for a life of happiness and prosperity.

The scripture sums it up even more perfectly.

"In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you."

1 Thessalonians 5:18 (KJV)

A quick list of things to be thankful for an overcast day:

• I am a child of God
• Families that brought both myself and spouse up worshipping Him
• Both a husband and son that are Believers
• Being born an American
• Sisters and a brother that want to include me in their families
• Very dear girl friends
• A God-given appreciation for color, form arrangement and organization

A few More Attitude Quotes to be mined.

And, finally- an image that brings me happiness and for you, too, to enJOY!!

Sadly- I didn't get but 3 pictures the whole weekend. But, suffice it to say.... the countenances on both my grandmothers' and parents' faces was nothing but joy all Thanksgiving weekend.

Art Journals, New Image Sources and Some REALLY Fascinating Artists

Art Journals

Article on Janice Lowery in the Smithsonian magazine. Her blog can be found: here. I've been following her art for quite some time and sadly- she died this year. But, that her work was chosen by the Smithsonian speaks volumes (ha-pun intended) of the incredible amount she produced over the years.





Movie Alert: 1000 Journals. I have this movie in my Netflix queue and will review on it as soon as I see it. The official 1000 Journal website is here.

I understand there is a book to be released as well.

New Blogs to Research and Artists to Admire!

A real treasure of a blog is: Meggie Cat is a delightful new addition with tons of intriguing art links, especially interesting and unusual imagery that is used in her artwork.

One really cool link from her took me to here for whole entire books that have been scanned!! Cool. This is: School Arts, volume 21, circa 1923.

Which lead me to a link from her blog to Agence Eureka. This link translates it into English. Man!! Is she a treasure trove of vintage imagery. Now, I've not delved far enough into her blog to determine whether or not she creates anything with these images (though I would image she does) or just collects and scans it. Regardless- I'm delighted to find it.

Domestic Bliss??

Hmmm...... I think I'd just as soon as stay out of the kitchen-except to decorate it.

But, THIS is the life I'm relegated. Might as well have fun with it.

Smile really big while doing chores. It helps to make them go faster. Or so they say.

Off to make amends to the vacuum. I insulted it when it refused to run itself. I just hope it'll obey me.

I'll See It Through....

Life's hard sometimes. Easy others.

Achieving a goal.

Facing God-given challenges; i.e. natural disasters or global misfortunes (knowing that He is in charge and accompanying us every step of the way)- even then, there's hard and tough times.

Through times of prosperity.

Enduring and pursuing the journey of ups and downs.

Persevering with a mate for life.

These lyrics capture the essence of a tenacious spirit.

I♥U,B!

Now Why Don't She Write??

The simple answer: because everything I attempt to communicate is skewed and it's frustrating.

Sister, Nancy, summed it up one day many years ago when she said "I think a lot".

Yeah. Me, too. Too much.

For some reason God granted me a very fertile imagination. I look at everything (and I do mean everything) with a creative eye and shuffle it around to make it different.

• Sometimes it's better.
• Sometimes it is more appealing.
• Sometimes it's downright crazy.

Rarely is any one of those notions every carried through to fruition. But, always- it's downright maddening to the males (and the occasional female) around me and seen as just another extreme flights of fancy.

The most frustrating part? That I can't communicate well enough to them the abstract idea so that they just visualize it. I'm not demanding that all of these many thoughts be acted upon. Just considered.

It's maddening. And, I'm tired of knocking myself up against that brick wall of communication.

So there ya have it. I'm tired. I'm really really tired. I've tried taking a communications class, read tons of books on how to better communicate and while I love the people in my life- they don't love me back enough to try to even expand their imagination with me.

I don't think I'm going to try much longer.

Oh. The inspiration for the title of today's musings? One-liner wisdom found in the fantasy world of a movie.

"Somebody back east is saying now why don't she write?"

Timmons, the teamster from Dances With Wolves

New artwork for IvyMae

I is for IvyMae.... M is for Margo!

Getting ready to go and see the babies 'n their mommys! and created a little wall art to take them.

Photoshop foolery....

still trying to get used to the new digital tablet and extra wide format screen-- fun experiment anyway! still gotta figure out a way to swipe all my good brushes and stuffs from the old eMac. But, the new iMac is going to be very useful in the coming projects! I had to play with Audrey- a classic subject and always good for experimenting! Oh... I can hardly wait to get all my files back and running! It's hard not having all my family photos right at my finger tips!

Poor Little Margaret!

Just flipping through some old vintage art and this little girl just needed a design all her own! Friend, Michelle, has sat across the room peeking over my shoulder all afternoon as it came to life! She has been quite productive on all the altered books for the November sale. I haven't been as productive as I should... but, inspired! Oh, yes!

Guess I found Margaret's muse!!



I'm not sure why she ended up with the name Margaret-- but, it seemed to fit!

Vintage Childhood Memories, Garden Quote Design

This design goes along with the previous post.

It's August? Already?

Uh.... where did the summer go?

With all the rain of late and two foot injuries- I've had more time to create!! Not surprisingly--- a lot of my work is children related! I am just a child at heart! and with new nieces all across the family... well, it just stands to reason!

I'm experimenting with painting in my PS/CS3. Actually, I prefer Illustrator to do that, but my desk doesn't seem large enough to wave the mouse around! And, it doesn't ruin my nail job to paint digitally!!

Enjoy.... the joys of summer while it lasts!

Hair it is...

Everybody's got an opinion... and everyone in my family thinks it's their inalienable right to express it. They are American and-- it's near the 4th of July... so...

...Expect Fireworks....

It's summer. Typical season for reunions. My freshman roommate, suitemate and I plan a get-together for lunch. I'm finally at that stage in life where I no longer get anxious about my appearance and stress out. It is what it is and I want to enjoy the people rather than carry that trunk of junk. Besides! These gals have seen me at my absolute worst and aren't ashamed to meet me in public after all these years!

We had a great time. We laughed and shared our lives: the good, the not-so-good, the dreams, the stuff we can't change. Recollected events; my roomie could and still can french braid her hair while driving a car! We reminisced about the folks of the yesteryears.
Upon reviewing a few snapshots of the day- I realized that I didn't like what I was seeing through the lens. Neither would my Grandmother, Mae, whom I've always relied upon for her sometimes vociferous opinion about my appearance. She has impeccable taste and had hosted these women several times in her home. They would still pass her muster.

...My Hair is Sparking Self-criticism and Beginning to Flare...

For the last couple of years I've been letting my hair grow and most of the time keep it tied up, sort of reminiscent of a bun with one of those big-toothed clips and I can't braid my hair even sitting still. Obviously (since I'm going to reunions) I ain't no spring chicken and there's plenty of "snow in them thar hills" that has to be dealt with and if there's one thing my grandmother dislikes more than granny style hair-do's (on me)... it's letting it grow gray. Thus far, I've not worked up the courage to just let it go au natural and I do tend towards the darker spectrum of brownish blonde. But, in that photo... those roots were overwhelming! Too, my girlfriends' hair was so cute!

...Getting Fired up for a Change...

I mix up a dye color that's a titch lighter than the one I've been using. It's been really hot and I begin to contemplate a much shorter style than what I've been wearing. I print out several pictures of some chic styles to show the hairdresser and tell her what I don't want it to look like. You know? I am always haunted by that line from Steel Magnolias where the young Julia Roberts character describes her mother's (Sally Fields) hairstyle as that of a brown football helmet cut. But, this style is sassy and fresh. Off to the hairdresser I go. She cuts it, I'm thrilled and I leave.

...Anticipating the Explosion...

Show up at my parents home and no one says a word! Do my best to parade my new "do" and get absolute silence. No response from my Mother who hates long stringy hair. Mae makes no note. Out of shock and some awe- I confess my secret to Dad and explain to him that neither of the womenfolk had noticed and that I intended to keep mum about it until one of them commented. He made some genial remark that I didn't register but now wish I could recall.

I go home and call my sister to crow to her about my cute hair. She's done some experimenting with hers recently and it just looks so cute. I will say that she looks more like our mother than she ever has with that cut- so, maybe Mom's preference for our cuts in the classic Buster Brown is going to impact us for ever. Nonetheless-- I'm thinking my head looks pretty darned cute and I've got no one to share it with since Nan isn't answering and my BFF is playing nursemaid-therapist for her hubby. I'll just have to wait til Byron gets home and I prepare myself for what he always says when he finally notices.... "you cut your hair? it looks the same as it always does. You've had bowl hair cuts all your life." To which I always reply "yes, my mother always kept my hair short."

...Going up in Flames...

But, tonight? He comes home, walks through the door, glances at me and does a really long hard stare. I'm thinking- WOW! I finally got it right! Even though he prefers long hair-- this time, I finally got it right! But... no. No. Tonight he says: "Did you cut that yourself?" and I'm thinking "you'd better start dialing 911 for a firetruck" and when I prompt him for more comment what he actually says is "you really look just like that picture when you were three years old! and cut your own hair"! I hadn't; but, that's what he thinks it looks like!

...Declaring Independence May Be a Dud...

Regardless of opinions, tidy or intentionally tousled-- it's here for now. I realize it also looks like every other hair cut I've had in the last 47 years. It's ok though... I'm shopping online for another long stringy hairpiece or a wig. I think I'll get a Dolly Parton style. Yup. I'm gonna go for the buxom blonde bombshell look next week.

I think I know what fueled Britney Spears meltdown. Didn't she allude to the displeasure her maternal unit was going to possess when she got news of her fiasco at the hairdresser? Please pass me a headscarf....

and...Buster?? You'd better not say a word!

Readers: feedback is welcome! Just don't mention my hair, ok?

Some days are just the pits...

but, this is just not one of 'em.

I had to have a photo for an advertisement. The subject was up the road apiece. Luckily, I found a driver and away we went. Wouldn't ya just know it? There's an orchard sort of on the way. Mmmm.... had to stop!


While I'm not a peach connoisseur - I know a few. They like plums, too.

Good thing the crop is in!


These are for the poor sobs who actually enjoy roasting themselves in the heat. Apparently, it works up an appetite. I just thought they were pretty all lined up and empty.

It Happens....

a new favorite anthem!!

Too true and too funny... the imagery of the lyric: "walk of shame with two different shoes" is hysterical!

It Happens by Sugarland
Songwriters: Kristian Bush, Jennifer Nettles, Bobby Pinson

Missed my alarm clock ringing
Woke up telephone screaming
Boss man singing his same old song

Rolled in late about an hour
No cup of coffee, no shower
Walk of shame with two different shoes on

Now it is poor me, why me, oh me
Boring the same old worn out blah blah story
There is no good explanation for it at all

Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand
Irrefutable, indisputable
The fact is
Psssh
It happens

My trusty-rusty had a flat
I borrowed my neighbors Cadillac
"I'll be right back," going down to Wally World
That yellow light turned red too quickly
Knew that the truck moment it hit me
Out stepped my ex and his new girl
("Sorry 'bout your neck baby")

But it is poor me, why me, oh me
Boring the same old worn out blah blah story
There is no good explanation for it at all

Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand
Irrefutable, indisputable
The fact is
Psssh
It happens

Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand
Irrefutable, indisputable
The fact is
Psssh
It happens

Yeah, the irrefutable, indisputable, absoluteable, totally beautiful fact is
Psssh
It happens

R&R doesn't mean what you think it does....

Ah.... time for a little R&R... Sally style!

Rest and relaxation is good for the body. But for me? The true rest for the soul comes through

Rearrange and Refurbish!

When I rest, and I'm talking peace of spirit rest, not necessarily sleep or even getting away from life, here. But, when I rest-- my creative side moves furniture and reorganizes my living/work space into more efficient scenarios. It moves others' spaces and situations, too- but, I could reinvent the wheel and it won't matter unless some martian (of mine) puts that wheel on their vehicle and drives away with it!

Even the change of seasons (or the weather this week) has rested my tired little pea-sized brain and unleashed the creative genius. Yeah, right. Genius. I should have a DIY program of my own! Oh! and tools and a budget and one of those cute little carpenters... sorry, brain vacated for a moment there! Back to the change of seasons.... it has now warmed to the point where I no longer need to sit squarely atop my fireplace and can move the computer out of the living room and you know what THAT means?? Some rearrangment is gonna happen- warn Byron, somebody!! Oh, and Dad upgraded to a flat-screen so guess who got their humungous TV?? Woohoo!! I can now read the scrollers at the bottom of the news!!

Now before you go and get your panties in a bunch- let me disclaim. THERE ARE NO SALLYS HURT IN THE PRODUCTION OF THIS PROJECT. There, Mom- get over yourself. I used the scooties and the kids from across the street! The tv will go where the computer currently sits in the living room, the computer will need to to the gallery room since I no longer have space for it in the studio *sadly* and the old tv needs to be moved into the bedroom. That's a lot of heavy lifting-- better hire more of those kids. But, wait! I've had in mind a window seat (or daybed maybe) for the studio (where the computer sat two seasons ago) and move those chairs to another part of the house and... oh, Lord! This could go on forever! Better stop with just these projects for the time being.

First order of the day: what to use for a window seat. I've been searching for a used coffee table for weeks at the Beehive. Oh! I love that place!! Such treasures!! and I get to see cousin Ricky's smile!! Yesterday-- cha CHING! I nabbed an entertainment center in great shape for 20 dollah!! Now to get me those kids. Borrowed Dad's big diesel truck- I just LOVE driving that thing!! No, really! It empowers me!! Grabbed the boys and headed downtown. Woohoo-- there's a pedestal box (potential for a great mosaic base!) for $5, too!! Drag it all home and as the boys are getting that entertainment center out of the truck... YEWWWWW... BUGS! What ARE those things? GROSS! Ok. Not quite as clean as I'd hoped but that's what Raid is all about!! We deverminize the cabinet and disassemble parts of it to transform into.... a new daybed!! Sidenote: I used Jess's old crib mattress outta the attic so it was the right pri¢e!! $FREE!!

Here's the transformation of the studio window corner complete with the cutest dolls my MIL, Linda, made long ago!!

Gentlewomen- start your engines.

Chick Trip. Mshell, honey? Time to fill the tank.
We're coming to a town near you.

TX had better put on additional traffic detail.

Maybe!! Just maybe... or maybe not!? This is the 3rd (or is it 4th?) reschedule of the postponed girlz trip to Scrap•It•Ta Falls. So looking forward to seeing ya and it's the inspiration for today's crazy collage. And, must have tune-man: Wilson Pickett.



Yes. that's me in my very own vintage 1965 hot rod. Drool, baby, drool.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

You know... sometimes I have these images in the files that don't really fit into any one category? Too random. Too ornate. Too whatever. They just sort of whisper at me everytime I'm shuffling through. I should start a flotsam jetsam file!

For some crazy reason- a couple demanded attention last night.

Thus was born: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."



And, today- was a really GREAT mail day!! I won, I won!! A box full of inspiration. ITALIAN flavored inspiration as well as rubber stamps- YES!!! And, a magazine chock full of altered images, woohoo!! Good thing I was a domestic diva yesterday and cooked roast, potatoes and "the best gravy I ever cooked in my entire life" as well as banana pudding! Byron saw that box of art supplies and just knew I was "out to lunch" for the rest of the weekend. HA!

With every rain... a tree might fall.

...and it's not as loud as you might think.

We've had a bit of rain lately.
Honestly? We've had a LOT of rain.
Too much, in fact. The rain gauge has registered at least 11 inches since last Wednesday. The ground is saturated, to say the least. So when the tree tipped over, it really wasn't all that loud.

We lost the last of the "Triple Trees", century-old white oaks covered in resurrection fern, amidst fireworks and explosions as it took down power lines and blocked the street for a couple of hours. It narrowly missed taking out our gas meter, front gate and hitching post. Adding to the excitement, several vehicles nearly collided with the obstruction and live wires while several of the neighbors and I were frantically trying to call 911. I finally got hold of the fire department (though they weren't interested) who rolled the call over to the police department. The emergency response finally told one neighbor that that the system wasn't working. Uh.... not good. I'm just glad that this wasn't a life or death matter.

Anyway, the power came right back on and the street is cleared for traffic within a couple of hours. Thanks to the Entergy guys, the police and street departments.

I shall now draw up some landscape plans... I see a picket fence and some bright red crape myrtles in my future!! And, yes- there is already a white oak (a little over head high) already in place.

To the Stars....

Jess and I said goodbye to Kittly (Kiddily) Cat (age 17) today.

~~Make Art, B!t¢h~~

I don't make this stuff up, folks. I just note it! 

My mother won't like it, though. 

My sister offers an alternative phrase: houndette. 

My best friends say to just use it as it was originally written and let those that are offended get over it. To be honest- they suggest I post it on my wall in the studio!!

With that directive in mind..... here I go. Digitally anyway! And, work in the altered book is coming along as well!

Yeah. You know who you are.