Uneasy Lies the Head that Wears a Crown

Shakespeare wrote "Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown". Is the head that wears a hat uneasy? Probably not because a hat does not necessarily connote responsibility. A person wearing a hat might have a hot or cold head or maybe it is a fashion statement. However, this lady may be uneasy because her head and neck have been extracted from her shoulders. However, she appears to be happy any old way.

Vintage Wednesdays

I figured I needed to give the pattern ladies a break. I have a new little friend outside. His name is Sugar Plum. I have tried calling him other names but Sugar Plum fits him just because he is so sweet like sugar. I was outside earlier this evening intently giving him a brushing when a couple walked by. The man called out to me asking if he (Sugar Plum) was okay. I was so focused on his brushing, the man probably thought I was rendering first aide or something. Anyway, it just about scared the bejeepers out of me because I did not realize anyone was around. I jumped straight up about two feet. The couple apologized for scaring me then kept walking. The fuschia ribbon on this piece is probably about the color of a sugared plum.

School is Over

It is that time of the year when school is just about over. I feel really good about it too because I am tired. I am looking forward to some R&R for a change. I am going to use this summer for some time to get some needed projects taken care of also. I had a brown dress similar to this when I was a young school girl. Now, I am a decrepit, old school girl. :) It feels the same though...well, sort of. On second thought, no, maybe it does not feel the same at all.

1940's Romance

My mom and dad met during World War II. In fact, the woman in this piece could have been my beautiful, young mom. From all I have heard and ascertained, it was a very different time then. The pictures of the people from that time consistently fascinate me. What I would call a boy of 18, appears to be a man of 35 in his pictures. Apparently, people matured faster in those days. I think it was a very dark time in history yet I believe there were many wonderful aspects surrounding that time. Even though people may have matured faster, they were still very naive and innocent in many ways much more so than their piers of modern times. To the '40's....

Festivals

Last weekend, I went to Scarborough Faire. It is a fun somewhat local thing where it is possible to imagine that you have been transported back in time to a place and time far away. It happens every spring and has become something that I really enjoy visiting. They have jousting, falcon hunting, archery, sword fighting, highland games just to name a few of the activities there. I like this festival. I would love to go to a balloon festival at night. They are very beautiful. This lady is visiting one on her vacation.

Catching Some Rays

I love my pattern ladies. I especially love the 1960's ladies for some reason. 1970's ladies are probably my second favorite. I am not so crazy about the 1980's ladies. Personally, I did not like the 80's. I dislike them so much that I have become very adept at blocking them from my memory. Do you block distasteful, unpleasant or foolish memories? That was not a good time for me. Plainly said, I was very stupid in the 80's. I made some terrible choices and decisions then, all the way from the beginning to the very end of the decade. Ten years of being foolish is way too long. At least once a day, I thank my lucky stars that I am not that dumb girl anymore. I will still make mistakes, I know that much, but I will not make them so nonchalantly ever again and with lack of comprehending the repercussions from them. I like this 1960's lady. I like her so much in fact that I am going to make a customized beach for her where she is catching some rays. Do people still "catch rays"? I really hope they do not. That is a really easy way to get a case of melanoma. Catching some rays will not be a mistake I make anytime soon. This 1960's lady is using sunblock. Anyway, in the 1960's, I was too young to make mistakes...at least of a serious nature. Lastly, I am not sure why I even bother labeling these posts since I label everything 'Artistic Endeavors'.

Doors

I cannot think of what to say about this one. I considered talking about Nigel but he has honestly been good lately. He has not gotten into one single thing lately that he should not have. Plus, more shockingly, he has even been acting as if he likes me. Claude loves me beaucoup, Ollie loves me lots, Henry likes me, Nigel tolerates me. But lately, that boy seems to be warming up to me. Once, Nigel ran away. I opened the back door and he skidaddled like the wind. I never expected to see him again. His attitude has always been that I kidnapped him and that I am holding him hostage. He stayed gone all day the day he ran away. I went outside looking for him high and low but no Nigel was to be found. Finally, I got mad and gave up. How dare he run away from me when I was providing him with such a good life? Late in the evening when the darkness first began to fall, I looked out my back window and saw little boy coming out from under the fence stretching. Obviously, he had been sleeping all day. I knew not to bother him. I am pretty good about second guessing the feline mind and I knew he was thinking about coming home but not yet. I would wait him out. After a couple of hours, I opened the back door but little boy kept sitting by the tree not yet ready to come up to the house. I closed the door and turned out the porch light. About an hour later, again I opened the back door. This time, boy came crashing into the den faster than greased lightening. I do not know what he saw out there but something changed his mind. Suddenly, the great outdoors was not so appealing to a kitten. He got a dose of flea medicine then, all was right with the world.
Doors. My Nigel got out one but came back through the same door. What does this door mean?

Vintage Decor

Have you ever seen these little botanical vignettes? As a child, I remember we had two of these that I would admire. They were of pink roses. A lovely friend of my mom's made them for her. That friend of mom's was a lovely, talented, artistic lady. I have thought about her many times lately. That is why I made these.

Bright, Bright Sun Shiney Day

There are days when the sun is so bright that it is blinding. When you first walk outside, you squint your eyes but when you are able to open them completely, you are astounded at the clearness of the day. We have had three or four of those in a row lately. The sky is so bright and beautiful and the earth is so green and beautiful that you know they are both jealous of each other. Silly earth and sky!

If this book had a name, what would it be?

What in the world is that court jester up to and why is this lady dressed so formally? Is she in England? Is she in France? Germany, maybe? It all looks very mysterious.

RMS Titanic

This is my blogstyle...do a little artwork...do a little writing. There is always something on my mind even if it does not relate to what I happen to create. That is what I will write about. This time it does happen to relate. I have always had a thing (fixation, obsession or what ever you might call it) regarding the Titanic long before all of the commotion generated by the most recent movie. However, I do not think this interest is uncommon. I think many people have a thing about the Titanic. Why is that? It is always heavy on my mind every April 15. There is something about it that is compelling to many people. I am not alone in this. There are a lot of topics like this that are captivating that cause many people to believe they have some sort of personal yet spiritual tie to a topic and who knows, maybe they do. These are only my speculations. They go something like this. Often when people speak of reincarnation, they think they might be the reincarnated Cleopatra or Napoleon or some other larger than life historical figure. Even if reincarnation is a possibility (I do not happen to think it is) but say it is just for arguments sake, we cannot all be these people. Some of us must be the rank and file "no names" that no one remembers. Excluding the reincarnation argument,  rather,  I think this feeling that people have that causes them to feel a tie to something is from a collective consciousness or in modern terms, meme. I do think there are unseen forces tugging and pulling at our minds evoking thoughts that are somehow plugged into a universal consciousness or single mindedness. Perhaps it should be thought of as the mind of all humanity. I do not know. But I know this much is true. There is no denying that a thought can pass across the world like an unseen wave. Is there an unseen wave bringing us closer to a collision with an unseen iceberg? That could be but in the end, I know it will all work out. I know, I never doubt, that we are heading on a course that only leads to one place good. Heaven.

Abstract

I saw something like this at Starbuck's today except it was quite large. While I was waiting for my skinny cafe latte, I sat and stared at that wall hanging wondering what I could do if I tried my hand at it. Honestly, I have to say, mine is prettier than the one I saw today...at least to my taste, that is. Taste...that is an odd concept to me. I watch HGTV shows about house hunting. I have noticed some prefer new while some prefer old. Everyone is different that way. Some see granite counter tops and stainless appliances as a "must have". I am not so much into fads that way. Some move to completely opposite ends of the earth. While I am all for moving, I am not so sure I would feel comfortable in an entirely different culture. However, I do admire those with the courage to give it a try.