I’m not actually doing any sewing today, I just like alliteration. And I used to sew using purchased McCalls and Simplicity patterns, and I found this hilariously funny. I don’t know, blame it on lack of sleep. Or how strange these outfits are.
I’m not even kidding, we used to wear those bloomer type get ups in gym in high school.
Be thankful those went the way of the dinosaur, and have a fun weekend.
One thing you can say for sure about this kind of art is that it would be hard to duplicate. Impossible to do the same thing twice.
I love these colours, how the green compliments the deep purple, the layers and the depth and all the weird things you can see if you stare at it long enough. There was no plan. The process is much like my writing. Start somewhere and off you go and who knows where it might all end up.
My gawd I just described my life.
Hope you are having a perfectly delightful Saturday!
Here are some serious Saturday morning doodles. Inspiration comes from Jill at Jill’s Art Journal (My Head In The Clouds Part 1 and Part 2).
Started off last night with random watercolours on watercolour paper, a few ink spritzes, some salt, some alcohol….(on the paper, not consumed). Although consumed might have added something. I find wetting the paper on both sides keeps it from curling as it dries. But drying time is no doubt longer. Overnight works well.
This morning I sat down to doodle some space creatures and maps of imaginary continents.
And finally, because I don’t know when to stop, I tried out my new ink stamps on the boring blank bits and added a purple gelato border.
I had a job once as a receptionist at a woodworking place where I answered the phone and wrote up orders, processed time cards and looked after payroll. The other 95% of my time was spent doodling. It was either doodle or die of boredom. Anyway, I’d forgotten how easily amused I can be by my own ink scribbles on paper.
Just like Jill promised, this was fun! Why is being lost in the moment doing something relatively unimportant so damned much fun? One of life’s mysteries I guess. Have a doodle happy day.
This is what happens when you change your mind sixteen times before, during, and after breakfast. And a few more times after lunch. Glad I don’t have to peel the layers off this one. I watched a lot of YouTube mixed media instructional videos yesterday and apparently decided to try all of them out at once.
Hope you’re having a great Saturday! And that this didn’t give you a migraine! Next up – aiming for a focal point.
Dad was never much of a hockey fan, although he liked to comment on Foster Hewitt’s play by play when the rest of us were glued to the tv on a Saturday night, cheering for the Maple Leafs on Hockey Night in Canada.
“What number is that fellow, Abandon?” he asked us once.
“Everybody is always skating down the ice with Reckless Abandon, if you can believe that announcer, and I don’t know, I’m wondering if maybe he has a younger brother at home called Wild.”
We stopped arguing which favourite player was better, Frank Mahovlich or Davey Keon, to laugh at the idea of the Abandon brothers making all the assists.
But then “He shoots…he SCORES!!” popped it right out of our heads.
Five Sentence Fiction – Abandon
Snow is gently falling this morning and if there is any wind at all, it is gentle too.
My Saturday morning house is quiet and the January light reflects off the gently rotating hangy-things dangling across the kitchen window.
Yes, there does appear to be a photo in this slide show which doesn’t belong. It is meant to show that beauty can be found on a cluttered kitchen counter.
I am about to begin session three of my gentle stretching of miscellaneous newly awakened muscles.
There are miles to go before I sleep.
Feel free to take all of this and shape it in to an epic piece of poetry. My brain is currently tuned to the gentle setting and won’t cooperate.
In amongst my conglomeration of strange notes on a messy desk I came across this funny little list. Looks like a recipe, right? But what the hell is it for? I wrote it down thinking I would remember why without also jotting down a bunch of details, I guess.
I have a feeling there’s some major ingredient missing here, along with instructions. It looks like things one should add to something else or pour over some kind of meat maybe?? Throw in a crock pot? I don’t know. But since there’s no quantities for the first five ingredients, I think it would be safe to just skip them.
So go ahead and measure out those two cups of red wine. And serve immediately. Double this recipe if sharing with a friend. Who says doing stuff in the kitchen can’t be simple, easy and fun? I would definitely add this one to my recipe book if I had one.
Unidentified glass of dark red wine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Lucid Dreaming (Photo credit: tomswift46 ( Hi Res Images for Sale))
Maybe I’m reading too many books, watching too many movies, sleeping too fitfully, reading too many blogs…(no, never that….) but for whatever reason I’ve been dreaming completely bizarre things lately and waking up with most of the details still in my head for longer than can possibly be healthy. I should be writing them down I suppose and analyzing them to death but then I might have to conclude that I’m insane, and who needs that? Best to leave it as merely a possibility than to prove it outright.
I wrote something a long time ago about lucid dreaming, but I can’t find it so I don’t know if I’m repeating myself or not. Lucid dreams are pretty normal for me. I know I’m dreaming and I can either just watch what’s happening or I can influence and even control what happens next. This is why I rarely have nightmares – if things start going wrong I take them in a different direction, or I wake myself up. Then sometimes I go back to sleep and start the dream over to make it better. Mostly I just let dreams happen to see where they want to go. But I almost always know it’s only a dream.
The good new is, I don’t have hallucinations when I’m awake, and I’ve never had an out-of-body experience involving astral projection. Although if I wanted to I could probably make myself dream such a thing. I’m too scared to attempt it.
Instead I have vivid dreams about people who have split up getting happily back together. People who have serious problems suddenly just not having them anymore. People who have had strokes and are in wheelchairs getting up and walking away simply to take a break from all that sitting down. People who have died deciding they’d like to come back to chat with me for awhile, so they do.
And it’s not really wishful thinking, because even in the dream I know it’s simply a what if scenario and will all revert back to the way it was or really is, sometimes even before I wake up. So why bother?
Well I think it’s some kind of test. Somebody out there is trying to tell me that life could be a dream sweetheart, sh-boom sh-boom. Or something to that effect. We all have the power within us to change what happens next. So why are we all just sitting around waiting to see what happens? And getting all anal about it when we don’t like it? Like it and accept it, or make it better. Those are your choices. If you really are certifiably insane, embrace your inner crazy. Life goes on. Make it whatever you want.
Have a lucidly awesome Saturday everybody.