Song Lyric Sunday

Part of this post pertains to song lyric Sunday and part does not. Time is fleeting because the battery is about to run down on my computer possibly before I get this post up. I love creating these things while listening to music. Anyway, more glitter attempts.

Song lyric Sunday-Flightless Bird

Time is fleeting...gotta run and plug in my puter so I can listen to more music tomorrow.

Giltter, glitter everywhere and not a speck to sparkle!

I am still trying to master the 'glitter thing'. Uh, it is going to take some effort. Two little ole attempts are just not going to gain me any level of mastery. That is okay though, it will give me a goal. I need goals or I flounder. There is an odd aspect about my personality that my niece seems to have too. We are easily overwhelmed and then, we flounder. For example, put us in a room that needs a severe cleaning, that has items strewn everywhere, floors that need mopping, windows washing, books picked up, furniture needs polishing, everything from top to bottom needs reorganizing and we flounder! We will both wander aimlessly picking up an item, throwing it down again, trying to get a handle on where to begin. However, once we gain focus, we are out of the gates! When I am faced with a situation like that one for example, I have to focus on a small area, then, I know exactly where to begin. I will focus on a 2 feet by 2 feet square and clean that to the maximum! Once I begin making headway in this fashion, the rest falls into place. However, getting that blinder on in order to see a two feet by two feet square is HARD! Okay, back to my glitter attempts...

The crown is supposed to appear as if it is glitterized.

The Beetle is supposed to be glitterized...(not so much, eh?) I am still learning, okay?

These two little vignettes depict me in two different aspects of my life...my dream world and my reality. In my dream world, I am dreaming of elegant, glamorous things. I am dreaming of beautiful clothes and far away places. In my reality, I am off to work and hey, it even appears as if my car my may have a flat tire. But in my reality, it is all good. I never lose sight of that fact.

Glitter is Important!

I find glitter is important to my life which I know sounds shallow. However, what I mean to say is, if I am feeling a little under the weather, I can put something glittery on then, feel much, much better. I always wear some form of sparkle even if hidden. I mean sparkle and glitter are not appropriate in all settings. So what is all of this leading up to...well, I have found my one complaint about photoshop is that it is difficult to create the glitter effect. It is not impossible but I have not mastered it yet. Here are a couple of test runs. I will get better at it...glitter is just that important to me that I will keep trying.

Glitter effect on fleur de lis.

Glitter effect on lips. I used two different methods. Method one worked best.

A Warm Sweater or a New Pair of Shoes

This is what I think is happening in this piece I made. This lady is looking for a friend to go shopping for a new pair of shoes with her. She found a taker! They will have fun, won't they? I love all of my girl friends. I would not trade them for all of the tea in China! A friend gives me the feeling of a comfy, warm sweater. I love to sit and chat with friends over a cup of coffee. Those are the best and funniest times.

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.