Do you prefer juice or fruit?
I take medication (for Type II Diabetes) which helps my body deal with sugar. I try to make its job easier by ingesting as little sugar as possible. Fruit juice is deadly. Natural sugars are still sugars, so I have to be careful with fruit too. Thankfully I was never a big fan of juice (or all the other ways we mangle fruit) so I don’t miss it. I do miss sitting down and eating a whole big bowl full of grapes though.
Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
I grew up on a farm. At the time I professed to not like it much at all. Now that I’m older and wiser and living in a city I realize what an idyllic place it really was and how lucky we were to spend our childhood there. But I would never go back. Farms are a lot of work. Plus there’s all that manure.
If you were to paint a picture of your childhood, what colors would you use?
All the colours. Every last one of them. Green trees, red barn, yellow brick house, brown garden dirt, blue skies, black and white cows, orange cats, purple lilacs, grey thunder clouds, pink spring blossoms, indigo nights. Oatmeal coloured porridge. Yuck. Hey, it wasn’t ALL pretty.
Ways to Relax List: Make a list of what relaxes you and helps you feel calm.
- sharing my world, because it makes me remember
- making lists, so I won’t forget
- playing mindless (non memory) games on my iPad
- drinking coffee
- drinking red wine
- reading books
- binge watching whole seasons of tv shows on Netflix
- concentrating on nothing but breathing
- drinking more coffee
- reading myself to sleep
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Last week I mentioned the bag of marshmallows left over from Christmas baking and my intent to use them up by making Rice Krispy squares. I sent W on a puffed rice hunting expedition and he came home with the biggest box of cereal made anywhere in the world (just a guess, but geez…) so after I made the squares there was half a box of cereal left. Then I asked him to get me another bag of marshmallows so I could use up the rest of the cereal. He came home with TWO bags of marshmallows. And thus we are back to our original state of one unused bag of marshmallows sitting in the cupboard. I am not starting over. They can stay there until next Christmas.
That little story really doesn’t have much to do with being grateful except for another interesting fact or two. I gave most of the first batch of rice krispy squares to my daughter and granddaughter, but the second batch I have almost finished single- handedly consuming all by myself. Yes I know I am being redundant in that sentence, but seriously, what is wrong with me. W has ceased to be much help, perhaps feeling he has already done his part by purchasing ingredients. Although I guess I should give him credit for bravely trying to finish up the brownies I was craving and made and which don’t interest me anymore because they are stale. I really need to stop making stuff.
I am looking forward to dealing more satisfactorily with my random food cravings in the week coming up. Or not. Truthfully it’s something which just now popped in to my head and will no doubt pop out of it again. Sometimes I think there’s no point in setting goals for myself at this stage of forgetfulness in my life. I’m looking forward to winging it. There, that one sounds attainable.
It’s another random composition experimenting with colours and maps and stamps.
I would love to say there’s some rhyme or reason to these things, but there really isn’t, so they’re open to interpretation. The key and the little pocket watch stamps are new, and make me think of Alice and the White Rabbit. He unfortunately did not make it into the picture, probably because he was running around being late for something.
I’ve been feeling a little like that lately as the days zip by and I wonder at the end of them what the hell I did all day.
W leaves for Ontario tomorrow where he will spend most of the summer at his island fishing camp, and the rest of the time doing things with his elderly parents. So I have four or five months to myself to do whatever I want. Ha. As if that’s not how it is all the time anyway.
Happy Mothers Day to all the moms and everyone who ever had one! That should cover pretty much everybody I think. Hope you’re having a randomly stamp happy day.
This is what I did yesterday while my house was being cleaned.
Yep, you read that right. I do not go to work outside my home, or inside it either.
For whatever reason, when someone other than me cleans up in here, I appreciate it immensely. It’s magical.
So, to the sound of my vacuum cleaner, I sat down at my desk and started ripping and pasting. I love red. And all the colours that go with it, which is ALL the colours. Seriously, I challenge you to think of a colour that can make red look bad.
In other news, there is no other news. I am lazy and spoiled and well fed. Like a pampered cat. I think in a previous life I may have actually been a cat, and decided to come back to live this one still acting like one. Except for adding coffee. And being slightly less hairy.
W just asked me who I’m going to vote for next week and I said I couldn’t tell him because it’s private. And he said you don’t have a clue yet, do you? He knows me too well. But I have been reading up on the candidates so that I can make an informed decision. Based on something other than who is wearing the most red in her campaign photo. There are three women running here! Isn’t that great?
I have many more red things to incorporate into collages so enough non news for now.
Have a beautiful April Tuesday! Don’t work too hard.
Want to see how I got from a blank canvas to this?
I started off gluing miscellaneous weird things like magazine faces, tissue paper and printed pieces, using white glue mixed with water, applied to the canvas and both sides of the paper. This ended up being too wet, took forever to dry, and made the canvas warp. Live and learn.
Next comes paint mixed with clear gel medium, so that nothing gets too obliterated and things show through. Sometimes I have a definite colour scheme in mind, but not this time. When that’s dry I do some touch up to the faces with water colour pencil crayons, or oil pastels, or ink, or even charcoal sometimes.
Then I start with the stencils and ink stamps. This is where the layers really begin. Add some, let them dry, come back later, decide what it needs, add more.
This needed something to bring it together, so I did some leaves and some circles that look like bubbles. Like everywhere. Then it needed orange applied with a sponge. And some bugs.
Knowing when to stop is good. Walking away and coming back gives my brain a rest and I can be more objective.
Until VOILA! Sign it, spray it, take a picture and blog it.
From this one I learned how to darken a sort of border blending oil pastels. I learned that next time I will take the paper pieces right to the edges so I don’t have to deal with the empty spaces there. And I learned that bug stamps when overlapped create a strange kind of lace effect.
Next I would like to do something fluffy in pastels. Maybe without any bugs. But that’s as far ahead as I like to plan, because my plans rarely work out and whatever vision I have in the beginning turns into something else entirely. It’s more fun to just go where the picture takes me.
Leaving so soon? Really? Seems like you just got here, and now you’re gone for another year.
Hope everyone is out there enjoying our last sweet September Sunday. Winter is waiting in the wings.