Blogs, Sara, and Jake

I've been remiss about this blogsite. I'm organizing another blog regarding my 50th(!!!) high school reunion--AND have been setting up a Facebook Group for them. It is taking a LOT of time. It's bringing back a lot of memories as well as a lot of blanks. I'm having to re-establish the links among my classmates that I had long forgotten.

Additionally I went to play with one of my oldest friends (since College Frosh times) grandchildren the other day. Cuuuuute kids. Schmart, too.

Tomorrow I begin a two day workshop in L'ville and am looking forward to it. Maybe it'll get

me started on the things I want to do . . . I have a list prioritized. So far, no can do, tho.

Or haven't.

Bogging Down

Even though I played with paper marbling yesterday with my friend Marty and her grandchildren, Sara and Jake, I haven't REALLY done anything creative in quite a while.  I'm both getting antsy AND less creative because of it.  I suppose I've been doing research, looking for folk art animals on the web and signing up for a web class.  I take a mini-workshop in portrait painting at the Kentucky Watercolor Society on this Friday and Saturday, maybe that will help.

One new quote and one old one . . .

I just read this on a review in the New York Times, from a new book coming out on August 4th from Knopf, titled The Slippery Year by Melanie Gideon.

"Marriage changes passion. Suddenly you're in bed with a relative."

Another quote that's been showing up in several things I've read lately is by Helena Rubenstein. "There are no ugly women, only lazy ones."

I should know better.

I pulled another "all nighter" . . . actually 2am again . . . doing high school reunion things. Then I go to bed and toss and turn for another hour or so. The moral of this story is that I should drink warm milk and eat crackers before sleeping (my Aunt Emily used to make me do that when I visited her as a little girl) and do nothing more exciting than read. I should know this, as old as I am, but I ignore it.

Dickie Damron

I stayed up until 2am setting up another blog for my 50th high school reunion which will occur in 2011. I did that and sent emails to some of my classmates' addresses. Consequently, I was wired when I went to bed. I heard the clock strike 3am before I wafted off to dreamland. I then wore myself out all day, checking the blog (louisahighschool61.blogspot.com) to see if anyone had replied. I know it was too early, but I did it anyway.

I finally heard from Dickie Damron (John R., as I'm sure he's known now)--one of my favorites in the class. Dickie and I were always together if the class was seated alphabetically (I was Vicki Cheek, he was Dickie Damron). We could never tell which of us the teacher was talking to . . . our names sounded alike.

I am quite scatter-brained today (love that idiom). I went on a "girl-trip" with two of my friends (I usually limit myself to one friend at a time). Four of us are thinking about getting together every so often and creating STUFF . . . (we refuse to call it art lest that make it too important) . . . and my mind has just been SCREAMING with ideas about what we might create. I've already thought of about 4 things which would be more than my share, undoubtedly. And then . . . along came jones and broke my garage door. The car is trapped. I'll be like Scarlet and think about that tomorrow. WHEW. Strange little day.

Aunt Lola . . .

I was just looking through some of the old fashioned embroidery on the Indigo Junction website and immediately thought of my Aunt Lola (Yoyo). For those of you who remember The Andy Griffith Show, she was much like Aunt Bee (didn't look like her, just used her mouth like her). She often did needlework since her husband sold thread. She taught me to embroider, wrap packages, make bows, and never corrected anyone who thought I was her daughter. I loved her

a great deal.