I wanted to let everyone know I am keeping up with the 30 day creative challenge. I will be posting pictures as soon as old Bessie is functional again. I hope you all are still visiting faithfully as I have no comments and am beginging to worry that i’ve lost my audience!

Im am out of commission (yes, AGAIN) Thank GOD, for my local library. Poor Bessie the computer has to undergo a total reformatting but we don’t have the proper CD so we are playing the waiting game while a friend acquires it.

I was thinking the other day about NKOTB - oh come on you know you know it… Some of you are already singing the opening OH oh oh ohoh’s to “the right stuff” In 4th grade I was ostracize for not following the New Kids on the Block crazy. I didn’t own the sheets or the bath towels. No Joey doll for me, I didn’t even *gasp* own the Tape!!!!! By 5th grade I wised up, my best friend having showered me with the tapes for my birthday, doggedly determined NOT to be best friends with an out of it freakazoid. I started getting the teen mags and reading about their favorite colors and foods. I started committing their stats to memory and began fantasizing. It’s that same dream every kid has, their tour bus breaks down on your street and they come knocking on YOUR door for help (never mind my street was a virtual dead end, that tour bus was coming God damnit!). In my dream my mom was always cooking a vat of something fantastic so I could entice them with food and somehow they end up staying long enough to walk me to the bus stop the next morning where I am declare Queen of Cool. I can’t wait till my girls reach this stage so I can indulge them just a bit since I remember what it feels like. I never got to sleep on those NKOTB sheets but my girls may have a chance to cuddle up with their idols.

ATLANTA - Marijuana-flavored lollipops with names such as Purple Haze, Acapulco Gold and Rasta are showing up on the shelves of convenience stores around the country, angering anti-drug advocates.
Its nothing but dope candy, and thats nothing we need to be training our children to do

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Am I the only person who remembers running down the ice cream man to purchase bubble gum cigarettes? These were the real deal too, if you exhaled candy “smoke” blew out the other end. We would pretend to be bad asses and try to hold our ciggys like adults. Guess what? For all the years and all the packages of bubble gum cigarettes I’m not a smoker. I have no desire to be a smoker. Oh, and I’ve gotten over that phase where I thought braces were cool.

This is a pastel drawing of Fanny (my mom’s great grandma) and my mom as a wee babe

30 projects in 30 days, today is day 1

At the Ballet is based on a photograph of my grandmother and her friend dressed to the 9s and seated in a theater. I can only imagine they were there for the ballet or something equally stimulation and dressy.

Have you joined the challenge?

Dead Kittie Toonz has inspired me to embark on a create-a-thon. She has 100 paintings in 100 days posted. At this point I am not quite so ambitious but I am going to declare a 30 projects in 30 days. Projects may include anything artsy or crafty (paintings, drawings, mosaics, sewing projects, printmaking etc. Yesterday I made a blanket for my 3 year old who was mourning outgrowing her baby blankets

A simple enough project. Sewed 2 pieces of fabric back to back and then sewed on blanket binding. Mira is at this very moment curled up under it watching Hello Kitty.

Does anyone else want to join me in the challenge? Just drop me a comment and let me know what you are challeging yourself to do.

Today at a rummage sale, where I scored big time, purchasing pilfered Nasa memorabilia, 80’s records and some pottery, I overheard the boys having the sale saying that I was cute (boys hahahhaa they were the same age as me but 6 boys living in a house… You can’t call them MEN, they are still BOYS at that stage). I found a rosy blush creepy up my cheeks. There I stood in all my mom-oscity. I was wearing my shortalls (you know overalls but shorts), my hair was carelessly clipped back, old Birkenstocks with chipped toe nail polish and ROOTS, Oh land sakes ROOTS. Black roots to my ears where the wrong red fiesta kicked into high gear. I looked like a victim of a henna explosion and these boys still found me fit to be called cute. I decided as I climbed into the car and drove off clutching the Nasa sign on the roof while I drove 20 in a 50 that I would immediately remedy the roots situation. I found myself a lovely dark shade with some ruby hints and fully committed myself. Snap! Rubber gloved I mixed potions, shaking and squeezing I worked the color into my hair and waited the appropriate 25 minutes. Enter problem 1 - no shower.. That’s right I STILL can not shower indoors. I assumed the praying position and crossed myself for good measure. With tepid to near freezing water I rinsed and rinsed and rinsed, pausing occasionally to let the tub drain. It was like some bad Psycho rip off in my own tub. Rinsing and rinsing. After what seemed like hours I could finally do the cream rinse. At this point fistfuls of hair started coming out. For most people this would be terrifying, I however have massive amounts of hair. This type of shedding is NORMAL! Once I rinsed rinsed rinsed again I gave my self a good scrub down with Dr Bronners Peppermint castile soap (wow it lit me up! Watch those private parts ladies~ zip bang!!). Upon exiting the tub I flipped my hair upside down and started drying it. I am so pleased with the results. It’s a crying shame I don’t have some place to go tonight because gee my hair looks kickass. Well anyways I was just dying to share my experience. Its been sometime since I’ve home dyed. For a time a good friend happened to be a hair stylist and did all sorts of fun stuff so it was a bit nerve wracking venturing out on my own. I’m off to spend the night petting my hair, mmmmmm sooo soft.

that is of course with loads of flash, but you get the idea

Quick sketch of Tessa watching TV with binkie in her mouth

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My hallway mural, the second is a detail shot

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My mosaic table

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He Holds Me In Sorrow (acrylic on canvas)

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And so we grow.. (oil bar on canvas board)

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Though we grow with the flowers we reach for the stars (potato print on pastel board)

My modem done blowed up… i’ll HOPEFULLY be back up soon… and with DSL!!! So many pictures to post for your eyeballing pleasure. Sorry for the blah blah blah

xoxo

Fidget

OK, I am a My Little pony addict. I wonder if there is a 12 step program for this? I bought MYSELF a pony tonight. I figured I’ve been a good girl, listening to the doctor and all. Here’s me and my new pony Coconut Grove - she’s a Pegasus Pony - WOOHOO